Rules of Protection (Tangled in Texas)(5)

By: Alison Bliss

“Is that some rule I don’t know about?”

By the time the waitress came over, all three of us were fanning ourselves thinking about Jake. She focused on me, since Gina and Dale both had drinks. “Can I get you anything?”

“Vodka, straight up.”

The waitress nodded and squeezed past us toward the bar.

“Getting worked up?” Gina asked.

“Of course not. Don’t be silly. I’m just thirsty because it’s hot in here.” I undid a button on my blouse, opened it up, and shook it loosely around my cleavage.

When I looked up, Jake stood about ten feet away, his gaze lacerating across my chest. If he would’ve stared any harder, he could’ve seared it open and performed open-heart surgery on me. That would’ve been helpful since my heart had stopped beating the moment I spotted him again.

I shifted nervously in my chair and crossed my legs to keep from fidgeting, unintentionally exposing quite a bit of upper thigh. But it worked to my advantage. The waitress returned with my drink, but before I could pull out my cash, a large hand slid a twenty-dollar bill across the table at her.

“Keep the change,” Jake said. He leaned over me, his eyes raking across my thighs with intensity. “Dance with me.”

“I…uh…” His proximity removed all of the air from my lungs.

“It’s not a request,” Jake said, pulling me from my chair by force.

I looked to my friends for help, but Gina laughed. “He’s better than a caveman.”

Dale smiled flirtatiously at Jake from across the table. “Jake, honey, how’s your gaydar?”

Jake gave a wolfish grin and winked at both of them. “Everything of mine is perfectly intact.”

Gina and Dale drooled on each other as Jake dragged me toward the dance floor. Some support group they were. They threw me to the big, bad wolf, hoping he’d eat me, just so they could hear about it later.

Jake pulled me out on the floor and spun me into his arms as a slow song played. Dale and Gina watched us from across the room.

“You were flirting with my friends.”

A smile played at the corner of his mouth. “Just giving them some food for thought.”

“And getting them to take your side?”

“That, too.”

“I thought you said I was trouble.”

He scanned the room, looking everywhere but at me. “Yep, and I was right.”

“I was minding my own business. You came over to me, remember? Why bother, if I’m so much trouble?”

“Because I need a favor.”

That piqued my interest. “Favor?”

“Same thing I did for you. Put on a show to detour some unwanted attention.”

“Y-you want me to kiss you?”

He glanced down toward his groin. “With extreme caution this time.”

My mind instantly recalled the rock solid bulge in his pants from before, causing a surge of lust to run through me. I breathed out hard. “No.”

“No? What do you mean ‘no’?”

“You heard me. No. You do understand what the word means, right? Or maybe you’ve never had a girl tell you that before.”

“Wait, I helped you. You owe me.”

“I didn’t ask you to kiss me.”

“You didn’t exactly decline, either.”

“I was surprised, that’s all. It won’t happen again.”

His stare was unnerving as he tightened his grip on my hand. “Like I said, you owe me.”

Defensively, I yanked my hand from his and narrowed my eyes as the slow song ended. “You can’t force me to do something I don’t want to do.”

“Oh, you want to. You’re just being difficult.”

People cheered as a faster song boomed from the large speakers; apparently, it was popular. I turned to leave the dance floor, but he grabbed me from behind, snaking his arms around my waist. His warm breath caressed my neck. My ass practically cradled his groin as he grinded into me to the beat of the music.

He stroked his large hands along the outside of my thighs, lifting my miniskirt slightly. Then he swiveled his pelvic area back and forth across my ass until my hips were as loose as his. Maybe he was just feeling frisky, but I had to admit the man had moves.

Gina, Dale, and I had a theory about how a man dances representing their sexual ability. In other words, a guy who can’t catch a beat on the dance floor probably has no rhythm in the bedroom, either. So far, the theory had proven true. At least that’s what Gina and Dale told me. If Jake’s presence on the dance floor was any indication of what he was like in bed, then I’d let him dry fuck me any day of the week.

Jake spun me around to face him. He pulled me closer, though I didn’t think it was possible without crawling under his skin. His dreamy eyes focused on mine intently, penetrating deep, as if he were probing my most intimate parts. He may as well have had his hand up my skirt. The thought alone made me whimper.

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