So, letting everything go, I dance, twirl, sing, and am having the time of my life. Spike continues to grin at me. He knows exactly what I’m doing and he knows the exact moment that Cade walks in too, because his face lights up. Whatever went down between these two, Spike is getting a complete thrill over the fact that I’m dancing with him. I see Cade from the corner of my eye, and the look on his face is beyond dangerous. I don’t stop though. I just keep spinning around with Spike.

“I know exactly what you’re doin’, precious, but I’m goin’ to step away now ‘coz Cade’s givin’ you that look,” Spike says to me, just after he’s twirled me out and back in again.

“What look?” I ask, spinning and pressing my back to his chest.

“The look that says if I don’t get my hands off you in three seconds, I’ll be a bloody heap on the ground. So, I’m out,” he says, letting me go. “Don’t forget my money. I don’t want to have to tell that sleaze ball where you are, but I will.”

Then he disappears through the crowd. Before I can take another step, I feel firm hands wrap around my arms and spin me around. Cade is standing in front of me, looking so completely fuckable. He’s gorgeous when he’s mad. His green eyes almost go blue. His jaw clenches and his entire body becomes a stiff, rigid board.

“You dirty dance,” he growls, leaning down to my ear. “It’s with me.”

I open my mouth to argue with him, but he slams his mouth down over mine so hard I taste blood. He slides a hand down my arm and then he curls it around my hip, pulling me close. He kisses me until I’m panting and my head is spinning. I’m wet for him, and God, aching to have him inside me. Something about his dominance makes me crave him.

“You kiss,” he snarls. “It’s with me.”

He runs a finger down my belly, until he gets to the bottom of my skirt. He slides a finger up the inside of my thigh until he’s stroking my damp panties.

“You get fuckin’ touched, it’s by me.”

His voice is raspy, but mostly it’s dangerous.

“You fuck,” he hisses. “It’s with my fuckin’ cock inside you.”

I open my mouth again, but he cuts me off with a sharp look that dares me to keep playing this game with him.

“And sugar,” he murmurs, leaning close, “if you ever play with me like that again, you won’t like how it ends. That ain’t a fuckin’ threat either; it’s a mother fuckin’ promise.”

Then he spins, taking me with him as he shoves through the crowd. Sweet mother of God, why do his words make me want him so much more?

******

I don’t know what I expected Cade to do, but what he does, has my head spinning. He takes me to a private bar out the back, and locks the door. It’s empty, and my guess, not used a great deal. I watch as he stalks over to the bar and walks around, picking up a bottle of whiskey. He flicks the top off, and puts it to his mouth, drinking. I watch as his throat moves, and oh my, I think my panties just went from soaked to drenched. When he puts the bottle down, he opens the nearby freezer and pulls out some ice. He shrugs off his leather jacket, grips the hem of his shirt and tears it off. I stare, eyes wide.

Cade is fucking beautiful. Every inch of him would make any woman’s panties soaked in seconds. He comes around the bar and stops in front of me. His face is hard to read, but I can still see the lingering anger behind his stony expression. He’s angry at me. No, he’s fucking wild at me. Understandable, I suppose. I watch as he reaches down, gripping his jeans and popping the top button. I swallow and my palms become damp. When he lowers them and his cock springs free, I can’t help licking my lips. He steps forward, gripping my jaw and running his thumb over my bottom lip. His gaze is intense, fierce, even a touch feral. He grips a couple of ice cubes, and puts them towards my mouth.

“Suck these, then get on your knees, and suck my cock, sugar.”

Well shit. When he says it like that, so demanding, so powerful, I’m unable to do anything put part my lips and let him slip an ice cube into my mouth. I use my tongue to push the cubes around, letting them cool my mouth. When they’ve dissolved, I begin lowering to my knees. Cade’s cock is in front of me, hard, throbbing, so fucking beautiful. I am desperate to taste him again, to slide him deep inside my throat, to feel his cum spurting and his cock pulsing as he shares his pleasure with me.

“Suck me, baby, hard.”

Hard. Oh God. I grip his cock with my hand, gently sliding my palm up and down the hard length. He growls and tangles his fingers in my hair, and then he pulls my head forward, pressing his head into my parted lips. He hisses when I close my cold mouth around him. I’ve heard the ice cube trick is quite pleasurable for a man, but it’s not something I’ve ever experienced. Cade grunts and thrusts his hips, sliding his entire length into my mouth. I open further to accommodate his massive size and then I curl my lips around my teeth and let him fuck my mouth any way he pleases. I feel him slip an ice cube into the side of my mouth, and his groans as it begins to melt are out of this world.

“Mouth so fuckin’ sweet,” he growls. “So fuckin’ sweet.”

I gasp and reach up, gripping his backside and clenching my nails into his skin as he continues to thrust, harder, faster, until he’s quite literally fucking my face. He’s pounding into my mouth, his cock stretching my lips, causing them to burn in the most pleasurable way. I reach down, slipping my finger up under my skirt to find my clit. Cade tugs my hair, causing me to wince.