OBSESSED

45

JARROD

A few weeks passed since Leah forgave me and we started over. We were spending more time with each other during the week and practically the whole weekend together. Tonight we were going out with her friends. I hadn't met Isabelle or Ryan yet, so Leah had been filling me on what to expect from each. She was nervous. When we were together earlier, she couldn't sit still. Her fingers kept drumming on her thighs or twisting in her hair. She couldn't seem to look at me for longer than a few seconds. Leah could have the most calming affect on me, yet I had never seen her this antsy. She was clearly afraid her friends wouldn't like me, although I had impeccable social skills. If I wanted, I could make anyone like me.

I swung by to pick her up from her house around eight. She stepped out as soon as I pulled into the driveway. My gaze rubbed over her outfit like it would be the last thing I'd ever see. Damn. She could pull off anything she wore. She was hot in a way no other woman I'd ever encountered was. Her tight red jeans and black crop top shirt made my mouth physically water. She flashed me a grin while tottering towards my car in her impossibly highly heels. It was adorable that she tried to make up for her shortness with her shoes. She'd still never eye-level with me.

Leah slid into the passenger seat and closed the door, turning towards me.

"Hi, gorgeous," I grumbled. As I leaned in for a kiss, she licked at my lip with her warm tongue before kissing me back. I groaned. "Don't start something we can't finish, love. You're almost too sexy for me to take you into public."

"You always say that." She rolled her eyes with a smirk.

"Because it's always true. You blow me away every single time."

Her pupils dilated and she leaned over the console to peck my cheek. Sitting back in her chair, she clipped on her seatbelt and said, "I'm so excited for tonight. It's only too bad we aren't going to a karaoke bar. Then you would seriously be paying for entertainment."

"From you?"

"No!" She laughed. "Not unless you got me drunk and really confident. Ryan and Isabelle will get up on stage without any prompting. They like to have the attention, you know."

We talked about our day during the drive. Everything was mostly the same. Leah always wanted to know what my best and worst cases of the day were. Although I wanted to talk about anything but work around her, I thought it was sweet how she showed interest in my work life.

By the time we reached the nightclub, the parking lot was brimming with vehicles. The valet stand was swamped so we parked in the very back of the lot. It was the only nightclub in the whole town, so it was usually crowded. Since none of her friends were here yet, I took Leah's hand and led her to the bar. I ordered a scotch and she asked for a rum and coke.

"I like this shirt on you," she whispered in my ear from the barstool beside me. Her fingers tugged on the ends of my button-up. "I think I'll like it even better off."

As I gazed down at her, my dick pulsed against the tightness of my jeans. Fucking hell, she was about to make me stick it in her right now. I wondered if she'd ever had sex in a bathroom. Tiffany was a dirty slut, so we'd done it a few times. There was something wrong and improper about the location that made it so much more fun.

"We'll see when I peel those pants off that juicy little ass," I growled back.

Leah arched a brow as she squeezed my hardness through my pants. The bartender came to us then and saved me from legitimate torture. He slid us our drinks and, fortunately, the sexual tension faded. A little. It was enough that I didn't think I'd come if she so much as looked at me seductively.

After ten or so minutes, Ryan and his boyfriend showed up. We all shook hands and they ordered drinks. Leah draped herself all over Ryan, which I tried not to think much about. He was gay, for God's sake. Isabelle and her boyfriend came shortly after. Leah visibly tensed up the moment Isabelle joined us. Her sensitivity put me on alert.

Isabelle appraised me with a slow smile. I felt immediately disgusted with her. By any standards, she was the kind of sexy men would do anything to have. Athletic, tall, dark hair. She was too much like Tiffany. I couldn't help but hate her. It didn't help that Leah moved stiffly beside me, pushing her into my body to an almost uncomfortable point. I did like that she was being so possessive, though. That was hot as fuck.

Once everyone was boozed up, we made our way to the dance floor. A thick gathering kept the floor almost cluttered. Couples and groups of people were grinding, shaking their bodies in the most liberating ways. Leah turned her back to me and rubbed her ass against my dick. My cock jumped to attention. I grabbed onto her hips tightly, digging my fingers into her plush hips. Warning her. She laughed and leaned back against me while raising up her arms. I ran my hands down her soft arms and kissed her neck.

She felt so fucking good.

"Keep this up and I won't be able to wait for the bed!" I yelled over the music.

Leah's friends were dancing too and not paying us much mind. Maybe they wouldn't notice if I slipped my dick out and slid it into her. The thought of something so public and illegal made my heart sputter. This woman drove me crazy.

Leah turned around to face me again. "Half the fun is the tease!" she yelled back.

99% of the fun is pounding your sopping pussy, I thought to myself with a grin. Her teasing was more than welcome, though.

I reined her in for a steamy kiss. My hands palmed her ass until she was moaning into my mouth. Her tongue lashed at mine, curling and bucking. She tasted like cherries.

Some period of time had passed before Leah pulled back. Opening my eyes, I noticed her looking at Isabelle, who had broken away from her boyfriend. He looked uncomfortable and misplaced in this setting. Isabelle leaned over to talk to Leah. By the widening of her eyes, I could tell something was wrong.

"What happened?" I asked, placing my chin on Leah's shoulder and folding her up in my arms.

Leah shook her head and slowly turned her head to acknowledge me. "Remember my friend from high school, Anne?"

"Um . . . the lesbian?"

"Yeah," Leah replied, biting her lip. "She's here."