Page 57 of The Girlfriend Game
Twenty-Seven
Zeke
“How am I doing?” I ask, leaning down to whisper in Kendall’s ear as we dance slowly out on the dance floor to a John Legend tune. Her hands are wrapped loosely around the nape of my neck, fingers skimming above my collar. “I told you I wasn’t a great dancer.”
I told her from the beginning not to expect much from me if she wanted to dance. I mean, come on. A guy my size doesn’t have a lot of coordinated movement unless I’m out on the court. If I try to bust a move, I look plain hideous. Like a giraffe in ballerina slippers.
It’s the reason I’d stick to the bar or lounge when I’d go out to clubs in the past with my teammates, avoiding the dance floor at all costs. But tonight, after the vultures continued to circle her with their intrusive and insensitive questions, I finally bit the bullet and dragged my weary girl out to dance. It was really just an excuse to hold her in my arms away from the crowd.
Kendall tips her chin up so our eyes lock. Hers sparkle with amusement and forgiveness.
“You’re doing just fine, Zeke. You haven’t broken any of my toes, and it’s nice to be held.”
She physically relaxes in my arms, releasing an exhale. She rests her cheek against my dress shirt, her body going lax against mine.
I enclose her tighter in my arms, our feet moving in small steps as we slowly circle the dance floor together.
“It’s nice just getting to hold you.”
And that’s the God’s honest truth. Regardless of the way some of her family handled themselves tonight, I enjoyed getting to know her immediate family members. Kerry, her sister, is a riot. While they have similar features, Kerry is far more boisterous and energetic. Like a yippy Chihuahua without the bite or snarl.
Kendall thumps her forehead against my chest. My hand caresses her back, working to keep it PG, even though my thoughts have been R-rated all night.
“You were such a good sport tonight. I’m really sorry if anyone embarrassed you. They obviously have no clue how to have a conversation with someone I’m dating.”
I chuckle lightly, swinging us around to the sensual groove of the song. My palm rests at the slope of her back, fingers brushing over the top of her ass. Kendall wordlessly moves closer, our hips gyrating together, the friction making things very uncomfortable under my belt line.
“You were amazing, too. Plus, you look fucking incredible in this dress. If anyone knew the thoughts that have been going through my head tonight, there would’ve been a lot less questions and a whole lot of shotguns pointed in my direction.”
I feel her body jiggle from her laughter, but her tone is serious, raspy even, when she says, “Really? How dirty are we talking?”
Well, hell. That’s not going to help me hide a boner in the middle of a crowded room. I clear my throat, my cock straining uncomfortably against the zipper of my dress slacks.
“Let’s just say I’ve been on the lookout for that dark corner I mentioned earlier. A place where I can lift up this skirt…” I run my fingers over the hem of her dress that sits just above her knees and give it an imperceptible tug. “And do very dirty things to you with my fingers and my tongue.”
She pulls away, her eyes gleaming an iridescent green in the sparkle of the dance floor lights as her tongue strokes her bottom lip.
Kendall coyly cocks her head to the side. “What if I told you I left my panties at home?”
Without a word, I tug at her hand, dragging her behind me as fast as her six-inch stilettos will allow, the sounds of the rapid clicking a countdown to the exit. I don’t stop until we turn down a hallway and I see the door markedStairwell.
As if on a secret mission, Kendall furtively glances around us, stealing looks in both directions as I open the door with one strong push. A quick tug brings her along with me and I move out of the way to let her pass. The minute she’s through the doorway, I spin her around, slamming her against the wall.
“No panties you say?” My fingers edge the bottom of her dress up, inch by inch, exposing her bare thighs, my knuckles brushing along the smooth skin. I stare down with rapt interest, the view becoming increasingly sexy as I get to the promised view.
She quirks an eyebrow and gives me a slow and sensual smile.
I slap a palm against the wall above her head, tipping my forehead down to meet hers, nearly salivating as my fingers finally brush over the wetness of her exposed pussy.
I hiss through gritted teeth, the wetness coating my finger as I slide through her folds. “Fuck, I love this dirty side you have. It’s a secret thrill to know I’m the lucky bastard who gets to see it.”
“I like it too,” she murmurs, spreading her legs wider and clasping her hands over my shoulders. “It’s the only thing that’s gotten me through this night. I consider it my reward for good behavior.”
“Now give me some of that bad behavior.” I seal her mouth with mine, crashing my lips over hers as I plunge a finger into her slick center. She gasps against my mouth as my tongue rolls over hers, sucking it between my teeth. She undulates her hips against my hand.
Breathing deeply through my nose, I grasp the back of her head with my hand, threading my fingers through her gorgeous mane, swiveling my hips urgently against hers. I thrust my pelvis forward, pinning her against the wall rotating in every direction seeking friction for my aching dick. Kendall drops a hand between us, fumbling at my belt buckle and zipper. The snick of the zipper reverberates in the emptiness of the stairway, echoing between us with only the sounds of our breathing as competition.
My body stills as her hand pushes past the waistband of my pants, her fingers searching and then clasping around my cock. My dick throbs at her touch, and it’s possible if I don’t slow this down, I could go off in seconds. I fist her hair roughly, tipping her head back, kissing swaths of skin at her neck as we both groan.
