Chapter 7 Near Damn Dirty

• It seems that Lucas Lucero got one over me…and I will give him that. He caught me off guard, needless to say on my own ground, but I have wallowed in my own pity for a day, and I am now ready to strike back.
• Savanah is still finding it absolutely to her enjoyment that the player played the player and that yes, I will admit, the man does know what to do with certain…
• Let us just stop that thought before I work myself up.
• I need to work on getting myself dressed as we are heading out to the club tonight. So after spending endless hours trying to figure out what I am going to wear to send Lucas's heart racing, I settle on a pair of black hot pants that glitters in the glare of the light. A tiny crop top displaying a generous amount of cleavage and, the most essential, my red stiletto boots. With one twirl, Savanah gives me the all-important nod.
• But she has a few words, "I am starting to think that you are doing this for our Mr. Lucero."
• "Well," I only but wave her off, "Of course, a part of me needs to empress him."
• "Yes," she chuckles as she shoves me towards the door, "And you are very happy for a girl that is up to no good tonight."
• "By the way that I am thinking, perhaps hoping, but I think that Lucas is almost where I want him to be. Now I would love to believe that he does not show up a just any girl's home, though we have been proven wrong with what this man will do."
• "Yes, but…"
• I only but press the tip of my finger against her way too opinionated lips, "I have this under control. I just need to give him one more taste, and he is going to be hooked."
• "What kind of taste."
• "The kind of taste that you are not going to like."
• She shakes her head at me and only starts but forming the words, "No, no, no. You are not going that far to prove your point."
• "I am joking, Sav. I am not going to be another notch in Lucas Lucero's belt."
• With that, I slide my leg over the seat of my bike. A very nervous Savanah hops on behind me and only but whispers, "He better see you in this fucking deathtrap, or else I am going to make sure that you are dead."
• "Oh, he is going to see me; I am making sure of that." I glance over my shoulder and give her a slight wink, "Lucas likes his girls on the wild side, and what is wilder than a girl on a bike?"
• "Uhm, a stupid girl on a bike. Now let's just get there; I need a drink already."
• As I bring the beast to a roar between my legs, I feel Savanah clutch her arms real tight around my chest. In less than two seconds, we are cruising up to sixty down the streets of the city, navigating the traffic until we are finally in the parking lot of the club. And yes, there it is, Mr. Lucero's very own beast. It seems the man is feeling wild tonight.
• Mmm… I wonder why?
• So it is with a rather satisfied smile that my mood creeps up one notch of excitement. Yes, I am experiencing an extremely high which I am going to come crashing down if this night does not go according to plan. I hate this, only but yesterday I was feeling as if I was crawling under the ground, and tonight I am flying high. Yes…I know I need to, but hey, life is a ride… I am not about to check out.
• And check out is what Savanah and I are getting as we push our way past the queue and go straight through the entrance. We have become like sort of celebrities for our numerous attempts to get into the private lounge, that by now, they just let us into the front door. But… We still need to charm our way past what seems to be a new bouncer.
• This, I will leave up to Savanah, my eyes are only on one ball, I do not need another man having swooning eyes at me. And it is Savanah's ones that get us past in not even two minutes, and a phone number later which will come in handy. See… A girl always needs to plan ahead.
• So as we find the very far corner of the bar, I glance over to where Lucas would normally be seated, and ya, the man is there, and god! He is looking fucking hot! His button-up shirt is showing even more skin than what it normally would, showing that smooth, sculpted chest, inviting you to want to run your tongue over it. Over on top, he has a designer leather jacket, and from a short glance, I know he has a pair of skinny black jeans on. But what is striking me the most, his hair…it is all messed up in the perfect way.
• "God! Savanah, just look at that." I pause for a brief moment as she only smiles at me, "Yes, I know, tonight I am going to see my ass."
• As she chuckles at me, she throws back a tot of tequila and tries to get my attention that is still on an overly attractive Lucas. "So, what is the plan?"
• "I think I am going to sneak up on him for a change. Or do you think that he has seen us yet?"
• "Nah, he has been speaking to that guy there that I have not seen here before. But…" then she pauses. "I would not mind some of that. So please do not piss Mr. Lucero off!"
• With one wave of the hand, I throw my tot of tequila to the back of my throat, and we make our way around the back of the bar. As we move along the dark unseen parts, there is nothing but a wicked smile on my face.
• And then the moment arrives…
• I am right behind Lucas, and the man next to him only smiles as I shake my head for him not to say a word. Then in very slow crawling fingers, I run my hands down that goddamn tight chest and down that melting hot skin until it reaches the seams of his skinny jeans. I hear him gasp, and then he softly whispers, "Honey, not tonight. Find another man's lap to sit on."
• I cannot help but have an inner giggle to myself with a Savanah that can hardly contain her laughter… Yet, I slide only but one finger through the seams of his underwear, which I soon discover is not there. Yes, it sends a bolt of sensations between my legs, and it takes all my power not to whimper. But as he growls and is near about to rip my hand away, I softly rest the tip of my lips on his ear. "Do you always forget basic necessities such as underwear, Mr. Lucero?"
• I watch a smile that starts to grow around the corners of his mouth, and with slow motion, he turns his head around, and god, I am not fast enough…
• My first wrong move…
• Our lips touch…
• It takes him less than a second, and his hand is firmly around my neck.
• What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast it becomes non-existent as his only desire is to devour every inch of me. I lean even further into him, and our bodies melt into each other. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing withing me, out of control, and he is the one that is taking me there.
• Then if even beyond possible, he presses his lips firmer against mine. Lightning passes through me, and it feels like I am almost in a different universe. His cold hand creeps from my neck down my spine as he pulls my body closer. As his touch is making my body shiver, I softly surrender.
• Then he speaks, "You taste even fucking better than the last time." He pauses for a brief moment as he takes my body in as I move around him to come to take a seat next to him. "And you look even hotter than the last time is saw you naked."
• And yes, I cannot help to fucking blush like a complete idiot…
• As he sees the effect he is having on my body, he wraps his hand around my waist and lifts me on top of his lap. With another goddamn giggle, I look deep into those hazel eyes, "I thought you did not feel like a woman on your lap tonight."
• "Lexi, you can be anywhere on top of me, and from what I can remember, it will be a fucking great view."
• I cannot help but burst out in uncontrollable laughter, nearly toppling off his lap with my whiskey in hand and all. And with every move I make, Lucas's eyes do not leave me once. His one hand is cupping my ass while the other is resting very close to what he nearly got so close to the night before.
• The mere thought of him taking my body, and god, it should not be happening, but that idea in my head alone is making me so goddamn wet that I can smooth over his leg like a block of ice on a hot Summer's day.
• And before I know it, my eyes can't help to wonder to his lips again; every part of me wants to kiss him. Instead, I watch as he puts his hand on my knee and slowly runs it up my leg, "Can I tell you a little secret, Lexi?"
• "Yes…"
• "You are wet."
• I immediately push his hand away and move down and sit next to him on the chair, "I am not!"
• He points over to my legs and laughs, "Your drink, baby doll, you have messed your drink on your legs."
• "Oh…I am sorry…I thought…I thought you were…"
• "Having naughty thought of you in my head."
• "Yes."
• "Oh, baby doll. My thoughts are near damn dirty when it comes to you."