Page 8 of 7 Miles High
“What’s the plan? Who’s riding with us?” he says.
“Natalie and Elizabeth. Matt and Elliott will take the other girls.”
The taxi turns into the hotel and heads for the entrance.
“Try to have a good time tonight, James. If you can’t at the place we’re going, you’re a lost cause. Matt picked it especially for you.”
“Oh shit,” he says, shaking his head. “Is it a strip club?”
“No. You think we’d take girls to a strip club?”
“We’ve done worse.”
“Maybe at twenty. Not at thirty-plus.”
“There they are,” he says. “The tribes.”
When I follow his eye line, I see her among the group. She looks beautiful. And fucking hot.
“I’m feeling better already,” James says, appreciating the object of his desire.
Elizabeth has pulled his attention away from his troubles. I don’t care if it lasts more than a night. In fact, it would be better if it didn’t. That kind of thinking is what got him in his present clusterfuck.
But it’s only a quick once-over I give the other players in tonight’s drama. Natalie’s the one I’m focused on.
Her legs. They’re good. Lean like a colt.
Then there’s the short, black dress with the full skirt. When she moves, the hem dances in the breeze, showing a few inches of a red underskirt. Wow. Exposed toned arms and smooth shoulders more tempting than a plunging neckline.Sexy.
She turns and I’m gifted with another vision. Shiny golden hair falls in a long loose braid down her exposed back. And to top it all off in an exclamation point, she wears fuck-me shoes with black bows on each ankle. I have no idea why that turns me on. Bows?
A dream of the future materializes. I’m on my knees and Natalie’s standing in front of me, legs spread. Naked in high heels.
Before the first look at her breasts or the sweet mound between her legs, desire’s building. In a strength that surprises me. This is uncharted territory. I can almost smell the sex.
Better stop. I’m gonna get a boner.
“Come on,” James says, getting out of the cab.
Am I detecting real interest in the girl? This may be the most successful soothing of a torn romance ever.
“We’ll be back,” I say to the cabbie.
James goes up to Elizabeth. She looks kind of happy to see him. Why? They’ve barely spoken. Think they’re about to hit it off. There’s something so clear about unspoken signals.
“Let’s go! Coco Bongo people!” Matt yells over the greetings.
As I walk toward her, Natalie comes my way. The image is striking. Her expression’s playful, one part innocence the other invitation. My hands reach for hers.
“Beautiful.”
“Thank you. So handsome,” she says, giving me the once-over.
I lean in to her ear and whisper, “I’m going to pull that braid tonight.”
Her lips graze my ear and I feel her breath. “I want you to grab a fist of it so you can pound me hard.”
When she pulls back she’s wearing an innocent smile.
