Unattainable (44 page)

"Don't pay him any attention," Jensen
said, helping me into a seat and shoving a beer into my hand. "He's
paying tonight. He just doesn't know it yet."

I sat back in the chair and sipped the
beer in my hand. Being overly intoxicated to the point of almost
blacking out left me no other choice but to be a bystander in this
very crowded bar.

Smith and Newsome were two peas in the
same pod. Caleb Smith and Andrew Newsome were both from some small
podunk town in Nebraska and joined the Corps together. After being
sworn into the buddy program and going through boot camp, Marine
Combat Training, and comm school together, they were separated but
finally made their way back to one another in the form of comm
school instructors. They were a couple of bullshitters but pulled
chicks just like the rest of us. Their beach boy looks had me
believing they were from California or Florida when I first met
them, but they convinced me they were from Nebraska and we've been
friends ever since.

"Check out those girls over there,"
Riley pointed out. He wasn't near as wasted as I was, but he was
still completely fucking awkward. I tried my hardest to focus in
the direction that he was pointing in, but all I could make out
were a couple of groupies. Riley laughed and smiled, hitting me on
the shoulder, asking me if I wanted one.

"Fuck no," I quickly responded,
throwing back more of the beer. There was no amount of alcohol that
could make me want to get inside of anything he was pointing at.
One of them had a tattoo that I could have sworn had the rank and
last name of another fucking guy. Groupie if I ever saw
one.

"You good here, man?" Jensen asked.
Some random Asian chick was wrapped around his arm, standing behind
him.

"Yeah, I'm good. Go on."

With Jensen's caramel-brown skin and
those pretty-boy green eyes, women were always on his ass. He
didn't discriminate and, unlike sorry-ass Riley, Jensen's chick
looked respectable.

Some Jay-Z song came blaring through
the speakers. While I bobbed my head, humming lowly to the words,
two chicks I had never seen before caught my eye as they sauntered
out onto the dance floor. They didn't look like groupies, but you
could never be sure. One was a well-built Latina with long thick
brown hair, full pouty lips, sporting a warm golden complexion. She
had a banging-ass body, and while her jeans hugged in all the right
spots, it was her friend that caught my eye. The long legs on this
fucking blonde beauty were on full display. Thoughts of throwing
those damn things around my waist and pounding my way into her were
beginning to consume me, making me suddenly sweat like a fucking
pig. Was it the alcohol, or my dreams of fucking the shit out of
Blondie that had my shirt soaked and was making me lose all of my
bearings? She danced with her friend, swaying those petite hips,
and making me think of a million and one ways that I could use them
for my satisfaction.

Her smile lit up the room, the
innocence behind it smothering me, and at one point I believe she
turned her head and looked at me, making my cock twitch beneath my
jeans.

I bit down on my bottom lip…hard. After
gulping down the rest of the beer I was holding, I rubbed my sweaty
hand over my close-cut hair, then adjusted myself as nonchalantly
as I possibly could, which meant I was overly obvious with it, but
I didn't give a fuck. Blondie looked at me and made me all sorts of
uncomfortable. I needed relief.

"What the fuck's got you in a trance,
Alex?" Jensen asked, coming back to the table.

"Nothing. Where's your chick?" I asked,
trying to take my eyes off the only female in this bar that had
ever made me lose myself.

"She went outside to check on her
friend," Jensen responded, narrowing his eyes and following my line
of sight. "Why don't you go and talk to her?"

"To who?" I quickly asked, turning my
head back in his direction.

"Don't play dumb with me, asshole. It's
got to be one of those chicks. My guess is probably the Latin one,
but either will do."

I glared at him. For some reason, the
way he brushed her off as any other chick in this bar really got
under my skin, making me want to punch him so that he'd realize she
was much more than that. All I knew about her was that she owned a
pair of perfectly toned legs, long platinum-blonde hair that I
could imagine wrapping in my hands as I had my way with her, and a
fucking smile that was heating me up while melting me at the same
time. Other than that, I didn't know a damn thing about
her.

"Sorry, man," Jensen apologized. I
eased up a little, feeling ridiculous for allowing myself to get so
riled up in the first place. "Anna's coming back, so I'm going to
dance. I hope you get your ass off that chair and have some fun
tonight." He smacked my head just as Anna, his chick of the night,
pulled him back onto the dance floor.

Some techno shit blared through the
speakers, so to combat the pounding thrums in my head, I ordered
another beer from a floating waitress, hoping it would calm my
headache and cool me down.

It didn't.

Blondie was having the time of her life
out there on the dance floor with her friend. Every time she stole
a glance over at me, or so my inebriated mind was telling me she
was doing, I grew more and more agitated. She dipped low and her
tight-fitting skirt hugged her hips nicely, fitting like a second
layer of skin. It stretched to accommodate the move, outlining the
shapely ass that she possessed. I shifted in the chair, needing to
break away from the daydream that this girl had pulled me
into.

The beer I was babysitting was removed
from my hand and placed down on the table. I looked up to find
Leticia Castillo, or Sergeant Castillo as she's known around the
schoolhouse, standing there looking at me with a sly grin on her
face.

"You come to people watch or
what?"

"Isn't that what I always do?" I asked,
finding myself yelling over the raging techno beat. My head was
finally settling, even with the copious amounts of people yelling
over the music just to be heard in such a small space.

"Well, Staff Sergeant select, you
aren't people watching tonight." She grabbed my hand and pulled me
out of the seat and onto the dance floor. Thankfully, just as we
found our place, the music switched and moved to something much
more tolerable—“Yeah” by Usher. Castillo danced around me, sending
flirtatious movements my way, and I played along. Thankfully, my
impending hangover seemed to be fading away with every
movement.

A couple of minutes into the song,
Castillo was pulled away by some guy I had never seen before,
leaving me standing like a loser out there on the dance floor.
Luckily, that didn't last too long as Blondie's friend shimmied her
way over to me, her eyes low and wanting. When she got close
enough, she threw a hand up to my chest and stroked her hips
fluidly as if she were simulating a very dominating sexual act. Her
eyes never left mine, and her perfectly full lips pouted even more
as she intensely gyrated herself up against me. I didn't give a
shit. She was hot, and so were her movements. She wasn't who or
what I wanted, but she had guts, so I rolled with it.

Before long, Blondie strolled up,
looking even more fuckable up close. That pretty face I saw from
afar was magnified now that she was within arm's reach. She stared
her bright green eyes into mine, smiling that carefree smile at me
as she did so. My cock twitched again at the sight of her, and as
she took her friend's spot just in front of me, I felt it spring to
life.
Fuck.
I couldn't stand out there on that dance floor
with wood for days as this girl was grinding on me. This was some
embarrassing shit.

Blondie took the front, leaving her
friend to take the back. We danced and touched as if we had known
each other for years. Pretty soon, I was finding it quite easy to
forget about what was happening behind me and just focus on what
was standing before me. She bent over, rubbing her ass over my
already hardened cock, and left it there, grinding against the
rock-hard erection that was filling my pants. My mind flashed to
how badly I wanted to bend her over with no clothes inhibiting us,
but I quickly shook the thought away and just grabbed on to her
hips and moved with her. As she made her way back up, she reached
behind her and grabbed my neck, pulling my head down to hers as she
swayed to the music. My hands were everywhere all at
once.

I nuzzled my nose in her neck, taking
in the sweet, decadent scent of vanilla and something fruity that
was radiating from her sun-kissed skin. That smell sent my already
excited cock into overdrive, bulging and straining against her,
begging me to release it. I wanted to, I really did, but in a
crowded bar that just wasn't going to happen.

Song after song played, and we danced
together as if no one else were around. My hands had made their way
over to her rock-solid abdomen, indicating that she worked out. It
was a definite turn-on for me. Making my way up her chest, I
stopped at her ample tits, full and perky, inviting me to have my
way with them. As I worked my hands over her, she used her hands to
move them quickly away, placing them back down on her hips. She was
a tease, but I was certain that tonight I'd get my fill of
her.

After the fourth song, I finally asked
her if she wanted something to drink. She declined, stating that
she was the DD for the night, so I helped myself to a beer, feeling
the urge to calm myself after practically fucking her out on the
floor. When I finished it, I found her dancing with some prick who
couldn't tell his left from his right. She wasn't dancing the way
she'd been dancing with me, but it irritated the fuck out of me
that this dude thought he had a chance with her. I smoothly walked
over in their direction and grabbed her hips.

"Thanks, man," I said as I pulled her
back over to me for round two.

She smiled, that fucking heart-melting,
cock-twitching smile. "Well, that was unexpected." Her voice was
soft and delicate, just like she was.

I managed a quick smile. "You're mine
tonight," I lowly rumbled, catching her off guard, Then she smiled
again and turned around, going back to the moves that had
successfully driven me crazy in our first bout.

“
Blurred Lines” by Robin
Thicke started to play, speeding up the vibe of the bar. As I
swayed to the music with her, my hands made their way down her
torso, stopping at the hem of her shirt and begging to be invited
in. They weren't, so I moved them elsewhere, snaking my hands back
up and over her tightly defined abs, and around her teasing rack
that was now showcasing a couple of hardened nipples. It made me
smile to know that I was affecting her just as much as she was
affecting me. A one-way show was not going to happen
tonight.

The song was sex to lyrics. Fuck, if I
could have had Blondie anywhere else when that song came on,
clothes would have been an afterthought, and I would have been deep
inside of her by the time the first verse started. Instead, I had
to settle for a grinding session on a dance floor with too many
people around for my liking. We were dry-fucking on the dance floor
for everyone to see and I didn't give a shit because if I had my
way, this girl would be going home with me tonight.

My hands moved to her sweet-smelling,
dainty neck, and as she turned her head I took my opportunity to
crash my mouth down to hers, thrusting my tongue between those soft
pink lips she possessed. She didn't object, opening her mouth just
a tad bit more to give me all the space I needed. The minty
freshness coming off of her tongue excited me much like the vanilla
scent had done earlier. My tequila and beer breath couldn't have
been doing much for her, but if she didn't like it, she wasn't
showing it.

Just as our kiss was intensifying, her
tongue matching my own thrust for thrust, her body turning around
to stand face-to-face with me, Jensen came barreling over, almost
knocking both me and Blondie over. We broke from our kiss, and I
turned to him with wild fury in my eyes, hoping he had a good
excuse for his cock block.

"We have to go. Now! Newsome got into a
fight, and the cops were called. We have to get him out of
here."

"Fuck!" I shouted, annoyed and
concerned at the same time. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you later, but we need to
get him out of here," Jensen said, urgency completely taking over
his voice. He was always very by the book and knew that Newsome
would be in a world of trouble on Monday if he were to get into any
sort of tangle with the cops.

"Hold on a sec!" I shouted over all of
the commotion.

"No! We have to go now."

Annoyance pelted me, sending flushes of
red over my sweat-slicked skin, but Newsome was my brother, so
there was no way I was going to leave him hanging. I'd just have to
hook up with Blondie another time. Unfortunately, when I turned
around she was gone. I looked all around the bar, hoping she had
only stepped away from a very intense Jensen, but that wasn't the
case. I couldn't even find her friend. Disappointment pierced
through me as I ran out of the bar with Jensen, hopping into the
backseat of Riley's truck. Newsome had a couple of marks on his
face, but nothing too bad that would have to be explained on Monday
morning. Just as we were pulling out of the back, the cop lights
and sirens came blaring through the front.