Encore Worthy: a Mountains & Men prequel novella (4 page)

My mind fills with images of her dancing earlier and I take a step closer to her, lowering my lips to her ear. I have to take a deep breath, willing myself not to kiss the spot just behind her jaw—it’s fucking calling to me; I ignore it for the moment, willing myself to speak. “No way in hell would I let my girl dance alone, in a crowd swarming with drunk assholes, if she looked as sexy as you do out on that floor. If you’re not here alone, he’s a fucking prick and I’m going to dance all night with his woman, showing him how it’s fucking done.”

When I pull away to peer into her eyes, the look she’s giving me makes my dick twitch. Her dark green stare holds a dare and I can’t help the smirk that tugs at the corner of my mouth. She has no idea I accepted her challenge the second we met.

I watch as she brings her glass to her lips, tilting her head back as she downs the entire drink all at once. She shakes her head when she’s finished, the sting of the liquor making her shudder; then she sets her glass on the bar and hooks a finger through one of my belt loops.

“Come on, then,” she purrs. “Let’s fucking dance.”

I take a long pull of my beer before leaving the half empty bottle on the counter. It doesn’t escape me that for the second time tonight, this girl has me forgetting to chase my buzz. I let her tug me through the crowd and into the middle of the dance floor. The next band,
Crazy Blue,
is groovin,’ making it easy for us to fall into the beat.

I take back control, gripping Millie’s hips and spinning her away from me before snaking my arm around her waist. With her back pressed against my front, I take hold of her wrist and bring her hand up to rest behind my neck. She holds on and I graze my fingers down the length of her arm, then her side, until I reach the hem of her shirt. She fits against me like a puzzle piece, her heels making her just tall enough to rest her head against my shoulder as she leans against me.

She swivels her hips, pressing her ass against my junk, and I feel myself growing hard. We let our bodies do all the talking, the music steering the direction of our conversation. When I can no longer restrain myself, I bury my face in her neck. She smells so fucking incredible, just a whiff of her skin turns me on even more. I press my lips against the warm, fragrant spot just below her ear and I can
feel
her sigh as she tilts her head, granting me easier access. I part my lips to kiss her again, using my tongue this time. She tastes both salty and sweet, and a thrill of anticipation rushes through me, wondering what the rest of her will taste like.

“God, I can’t wait to taste your pussy,” I mutter thoughtlessly.

She lets me go in an instant, turning around to face me, no doubt so I can get the full effect of her glare. “You really are one arrogant son of a bitch, aren’t you?”

“Don’t kid yourself, doll face, your body has spoken loud and clear. I know you want me.”

She rolls her eyes and takes a step away from me. “Fuck you.”

She turns to walk off, but I stop her, sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her against me so that we’re chest to chest. “You bet your ass you’ll fuck me—right after I’ve fucked you, gorgeous.” I graze my nose along hers, stopping when my mouth is a breath away from her sweetheart lips. “I’ll set you free, baby, don’t let go. Tonight, just give me tonight,” I murmur, the lyrics from earlier pouring out of me as if they belong to her and her alone.

When I stick my tongue out and trace it against her bottom lip, she gasps; but instead of pulling away from me, she grabs hold of my hips and pulls herself closer. “Tonight. You and me, doll face. You in?”

“What’s my name?” she asks over the music, her face still only millimeters away from mine.

“Excuse me?”

“My name, asshole. I’m not some nameless, fangirl, slut, Sage—I’m not here to fall at your feet and suck your cock as if it’s my privilege.
What is my name?
”

A shit eating grin breaks out across my face. She’s a fucking firecracker and I love it.
Her name.
That’s the magic word. Like I could forget
her
name—my temporary muse.

I bring a hand up and grip the back of her neck, my fingers lost in her silky, soft hair. I’m about to kiss her smart-ass mouth, and she’s not going anywhere. “Millie. Your name, doll face, is Millie.” Before she can respond, my tongue is making its first sweep through her mouth. I can feel the vibration of her hum as she relaxes against me, all evidence of her fight vanishing instantly as her lips start to move with mine.

Arrogant son of a bitch, my ass. Tonight, this girl is mine. Now, not even she can deny it.

I’VE NEVER BEEN
so annoyed and so turned on all at once. The little shit keeps taking what he wants—
and I keep letting him.
There’s just something about him, something I can’t quite put my finger on, something that makes me want to shed every bit of self-discipline and willpower onto the dance floor and under my feet. He fed me my name hours ago and we’ve been inseparable ever since. He literally will not let me go; on the dance floor or at the bar. When Sarah, Aria, and Josh were on their way out, I remember the way his hand gripped my waist when they asked me if I was ready to go.

For reasons that can only be explained by my pussy herself, I told them I wanted to stay with Sage. He promised he’d get me home and—
fuck me
—I can hardly stand the wait any longer. The cocky fucker has a cock I’m dying to fuck. I’ve been duped. I’m pissed and horny and no one else will do. Not tonight, anyway.

I’m drunk. I know I am. I’m not entirely sure how many drinks I’ve had, just that Sage hasn’t forgotten to ask if I need another as the night progresses. Though, I haven’t lost my wits entirely. I’ve noticed he’s hardly had anything to drink; definitely no more than three beers, the last of which was consumed at least an hour ago.

He brought me to the bar ten minutes ago, after I told him I was thirsty. I hardly felt the gin as I put this one away. “If you’re not drinking, why are we still here?” I ask, pushing aside my empty glass. I regret the question as soon as I ask it. I sound like I’m whining and I’m most certainly not
that
kind of bitch.

He responds first with a kiss. Just like every other kiss he’s bestowed upon me tonight, it catches me off guard. His lips are soft, so incredibly soft, but firm and decisive as they move against mine. He runs his tongue along the slit between my lips, seeking entrance into my mouth as he pins me against the bar. When he sinks his fingers into my hair and presses his pelvis against mine, that’s when I feel it—the tingly sensation that spreads from my head to my toes as the back of my neck heats up and my desire pools between my legs.

“You sick of dancing with me? I’m more than happy to take you to bed, doll face.”

“Was beginning to think you’d changed your mind . . .”

He takes my hand and presses it against the impressive bulge in his pants. I have to stifle my gasp, knowing his ego doesn’t need the boost. “Does it feel like I’ve changed my mind? Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

He wraps his fingers around mine and begins leading me out of the bar. I grip his hand tightly, a little surprised at just how much I need him in order to keep my balance. Once in the parking lot, I draw in a deep breath of the night’s cool air. It feels amazing out, the absence of too many bodies, loud music, and booze quite refreshing. I’m not paying attention to where we’re going until he opens the door to a sleek, black Audi convertible—the top down and the tan leather interior inviting.

I spin around, propping myself against his chest when I lose my footing, and look up into his eyes. “
This
is your car? You’re playing gigs at The Brew Cycle and you drive a fucking convertible?”

“Get in, gorgeous,” he insists, smacking a kiss against my lips. “
This
isn’t the ride I promised you.”

A whimper escapes my throat at the prospect of being alone and naked with the man before me. I reach for another kiss, not the least bit concerned that I’m now taking all that I said I didn’t want. He cups my ass, pulling me against him while he gives me a generous squeeze. I voice my desire with a moan.

He nibbles on my bottom lip before he pulls away. “In the car, doll face,” he demands. This time, I obey. He drops down into the driver’s seat just as I’m fastening my seatbelt. “I promised I’d get you home. What’s your address?” I rattle out the information he’s after and he plugs it into his phone before he starts his car.

As he pulls out of the parking lot and into the street, my hair is whipped around my face. I’m so buzzed, even the damn car is making me want Sage—just another piece of sexy to go along with his pretty package. I run my fingers along the leather of the armrest on the door and the center console, loving the smooth texture and the rich, creamy color in contrast with the stark black of the outside.

“Hey, doll face,” he begins to say as he shifts gears. My eyes drift down to his hand on the gear shift; suddenly, watching him drive is all I can think about. “You okay, baby?”

“Hmm?” I ask, my eyes snapping up to meet his.

He smirks at me before turning his eyes back to the road. “You can feel my car up as much as you want, but he won’t return the favor.
I
on the other hand . . .”

I lift an eyebrow at him, even though I know he’s no longer paying attention to me. His implication that I’m
feeling up
the wrong thing makes me defiant. My annoyance, which has been simmering all evening, coupled with my arousal, which is irritatingly a byproduct of his very presence, collide into a devious idea. I spread my legs, resting one hand on my knee before I slowly begin skimming my fingers up my bare thigh. I make it all the way to the lacy edge of my panties before I hear him whisper a curse under his breath.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he mutters, grabbing hold of my wrist. His touch is gentle in spite of the demanding tone behind his voice—husky with lust. He brings my hand to his crotch before he lets me go. I chew on my lip, conflicted as to whether or not I want to pull away.

He’s bossy and I don’t know how much I like it.

Before I can make up my mind, he shoves two fingers inside of me. I gasp and then moan as my hand reflexively grips his cock—which seems to be growing underneath his jeans.

“Tonight, your orgasms belong to me. Got it, doll?”

My mind grows hazy as he continues to slide in and out of me, his eyes trained on the road. I wonder if he can
really
be trusted to take full responsibility for my orgasms—
orgasms, with an ‘s’—
or if his peacock feathers are only for show. He’s so fucking confident at every turn; it’s both infuriating and sexy at the same time. With my hand still on his jean-clad cock, I decide to seek confirmation of just how impressive his
bulge
might be.

I moan again when I follow his erection along his thigh. He’s packing more than half a foot, without question.

“That’s right, gorgeous, I’ll take care of you. Got me?”

“Yes,” I whimper, just loud enough to be heard from over the roar of the wind blowing past our ears.

“Good.” As he says the words, he pulls his fingers away from me and promptly sticks them in his mouth, sucking away my arousal. “
Fucking hell,
” he groans. I feel him grow harder, trying the seams of his jeans. His phone instructs him to take the next right and he finds his stick shift, barely slowing down as he races around the last corner before we’ve reached my apartment building.

He parks the car and takes hold of the back of my neck, drawing my face to his as the top of his car stretches over us. I’m too distracted by the feel of his tongue dancing with mine to notice the darkness that shrouds us as the moon is blocked from view. He feels his way up my side, his thumb grazing the underside of my breast before he pulls away.

“Come on, doll face.”

I’m out of the car without further encouragement and I don’t look back as I make my way to the building, trusting that he’ll follow. A giggle I cannot silence bubbles out of me when he wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling me back as we both continue to walk forward. His lips find my neck just as one of his hands cups my breast, and I decide that I’m quite content when he has the freedom to use both hands.