“Everything Has Changed”
Kate and I decide we’re overdue for a night out, a blow out after a hectic week of work. Daniel is keen to come along so the three of us, plus Kate’s man of the week, Greg, meet up at our place before heading out.
I’m wearing a black and green block dress with lace top stockings, finished off with my favorite black wedges Just as I finish applying my makeup in my bedroom mirror, Daniel walks out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel and a sexy smirk on his face, a growl rumbling in his chest as his eyes rake me over from head to toe.
Stalking towards me, he wraps an arm around my waist and spins me round against him, pushing his hard length up against me.
“Maybe we shouldn’t go out. I’d much rather peel that dress off you and fuck you in nothing but those heels,” he rasps before burying his face in my neck, pulling a low moan out of me.
“Ah,” I pant. “That could be arranged.” He swirls his tongue along my jaw and sweeps his tongue into my mouth, rendering me speechless as my body melts into his.
He walks me forward until the back of my knees hit the bed, bringing me face to face with his straining bulge. Looking up, I smile seductively. “I have a better idea.” My hands move to the towel and drop it to the floor, leaving him standing naked in front of me.
He watches me with a grin tugging at his lips as I dip my head and trail my tongue along his length before drawing him into my mouth. I keep my gaze locked with his as I take him deep, my hands gripping his hips, his eyes telling a tale of unadulterated hunger.
“Damn,” he growls, reaching down and tangling his fingers in my loose curls. I hum against him, earning a shudder that travels through his entire body. “Feels so good, gorgeous. I love your lips wrapped around me.” His low voice does wicked things to my insides, creating a none too dull ache between my legs.
“Mmm hmm” I reply, feeling his grip tighten in my hair, further fuelling my desire.
“So close, babe,” he says roughly. I speed up, bobbing my head faster and rolling his balls in my hand, feeling them draw up tight against him. His cock swells in my mouth just before his release fills my mouth. Swallowing it all, I pull my mouth off him, kissing the tip one last time before leaning back on the bed with a satisfied smile on my face.
He leans over me, resting his hands on mine as he moves his face in close to mine. “Fuck, I love your mouth,” he murmurs against my lips before I open and let his tongue lazily caress mine. If I thought I was wet from seeing him come apart like that in my mouth, knowing he can taste himself just confirms the need for an underwear change before we leave.
I lean back so I can look into his eyes. Gone is the heated gaze, now it’s replaced with adoration, devotion, and fuck me, one could almost say it was love.
I shake that thought out of my head and kiss him again before scooting off the bed and walking over to my underwear drawer. I step into a new pair of panties after peeling off my ruined ones and straighten my dress again, before doing a quick hair repair in my mirror. When I turn around, Daniel is buttoning up his shirt.
“You about ready to go?” I ask, grabbing my purse from my dresser.
“Sure,” he says, his tone flat. I frown, wondering where the carefree and surely-sated Superman has gone.
“Cool. I’ll meet you in the kitchen for pre-game drinks?” I say cheerfully, trying to at least get a smile from him.
“Not a problem, I’ll be out in a few.” He fails to hide the frustration in his voice. He looks away and goes back to getting dressed.
Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve noticed little nuances in the way Daniel acts, the things he says, and the way he touches me. He still makes me happier than I’ve ever been, and I’ve never felt so fulfilled. The problem is me. All me. And I know it. I just can’t help it.
It started after Noah’s BBQ when I was in the middle of a shift and he turned up with lunch after I mentioned in a text that I’d run out of time to grab food that morning. It was a sweet gesture, an extremely thoughtful and kind one. I loved it, but I didn’t like the fact I loved it.
Then a couple of nights ago, we were at his place, watching a movie and snuggling on the couch when my phone started ringing. I grabbed it from the coffee table, thinking it would just be Kate ringing to vent, and froze when I saw it was Zander. I looked up at Daniel and saw his frown from seeing the caller ID.
“Hey, Zan,” I said, answering the call.
“Babe, what are you up to?”
“I’m just at a friend’s place. What you are doing?”
“I’m just at the club. Want to meet up?”
“Not tonight, babe. I’m bushed. Had a twelve hour shift today.”
“You sure you don’t want me to totally wear you out?”
I cracked up laughing, not realizing that Daniel’s body had stiffened behind me. “I’ll be fine, Zan. You have a good night.”
“Bye, babe.”
“See ya,” I said before ending the call.
All of a sudden Daniel pulled himself up over the back of the couch and walked down the hall into his bedroom.
That took a lot of making up. I explained to him that Zander rarely calls me and that it was something out of my control. The hurt I saw in Daniel’s eyes cut me to the core.
It was then that I knew that this whole ‘non dating’ thing was getting to him. I knew it would only be a matter of time before our arrangement wasn’t enough for him anymore. He’s caught feelings, and even I can admit that I like the guy. Okay, more than like him.
I can’t think about that now though. We’ve got a night of drinking and dancing ahead of us. Surely that will shake his mood.
When I reach the living area, Kate and Greg are sitting at the island in the kitchen talking and enjoying a glass of wine.
“Hey, you guys about ready?” I ask.
Kate looks up at me, and she can tell straight away that something’s up. Maybe it’s the confused look on my face, but I have to hand it to my bestie, she can always tell.
“Yeah, just waiting on you two. You okay?” she asks carefully.
“Nothing that some tequila shots and music won’t fix.”
Daniel walks out behind me. “Hey, man, I’m Daniel, Mac’s, ah… friend,” he says with slight hesitation, and I wince, knowing that cost him.
“Hey, I’m Greg. Glad you’re coming along. Not sure I’m man enough to handle Kate, let alone both of them,” he replies with a chuckle.
“I’ve got your back. These two are definitely a handful,” he says, wrapping his arm around my waist. I lean into his side, earning a confused and semi-amused look from Kate.
“Right. A round of shots first, and then we’ll get going,” my best friend announces, pulling out a bottle of Jose and four shot glasses. I’ve got to hand it to her, Kate definitely knows when to change the subject. God bless that woman.
I’m six drinks down, and feeling footloose and fancy free. Daniel hasn’t left my side, and I haven’t wanted him to. I’ve lost all the inhibitions I had left, and I can tell he’s liking tipsy Mac. My brain has switched off. I’m not thinking about him getting too attached—or me—or that soft gentle look I see in his eyes that part of me aches to see. The other part, the one now deeply buried under the weight of my friend Patron, won’t let myself give in to my feelings. Opening myself up to a man again will only end in heartbreak, and I’ve had enough of that already. So I’m living in the now and trying not to think about it.
Hearing an upbeat dance track come over the speakers, I squeal and put my drink down on our table before grabbing Daniel’s hand and dragging him out on the dance floor with me.
“You want to dance, gorgeous girl?” he says with a smirk.
I flip my hair over my shoulder and give him what I’d like to think is my most seductive facial expression, but being three sheets to the wind, I’m not sure I look as hot as I think I do.
He chuckles and pulls me in close, pushing his hips flush against mine, earning a husky moan from my mouth.
“You like that, Mac, don’t you? Knowing that people are watching. That they can see everything we do,” he whispers in my ear as he grinds his hardness into me.
I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in to trace my tongue along his jaw and down his neck, nipping the skin where it meets his collarbone. Moving my hips against him in time to the music, I’m gyrating like he’s a stripper pole and I’m desperate for my next dollar. Just the taste of him is turning me on. Too much more of this and I’ll be wanting to hump him all the way into next week and not come up for air.
“Yeah, I like it. I like you too,” I say with a smile. He pushes his thigh between my legs, increasing the pressure against me as I thrust against him.
Sliding his hands down my body, he glides his palms over my breasts, gliding his fingers down and doesn’t stop until they have a firm grip on my ass. I can feel his cock hard between us, and I swear I might’ve had a mini-orgasm right there in the middle of the club. I’ve been pent up ever since I gave him head before we left. I’m craving a Daniel induced orgasm—a real one—and I’m not sure I can wait much longer. He groans as I rub up against him, the pressure building between us with every move.
“Dammit, gorgeous, you’re going to make me come in my pants like a schoolboy if you keep that up.” I giggle before taking a peek over his shoulder, trying to spot Kate, but I’m stopped by a piercing set of blue eyes I know all too well. I shake my head at him, and he arches his brow, his expression part curious, part amused.
“What’s wrong?” Daniel asks when I stop moving.
My drunken brain to mouth filter fails. “Sean’s over there at the bar.”
He glances over his shoulder then looks back to me, his brow now furrowed. “Sean the spanker?”
“Yes,” I whisper loudly, burying my head in his chest to hide my flaming red cheeks.
“Hey,” he says, pulling my shoulders back so he can see my face. “If you want to go say hi, it’s okay, Mac. As long as you know—and he definitely knows—you’re coming home with me, and it’ll be my name you’re screaming when my tongue is deep inside you. Okay?” Caveman Daniel is back in the building, and it’s hot as hell.
“Daniel…” I say before he gently puts a finger over my mouth. “Mac, it’s okay. He’s a friend. But I don’t share well, especially not you.”
“But I haven’t even-”
“I don’t care, gorgeous. I just need you to know where my head is at.”
Watching him, I get lost in his blazing caramel eyes. “I want to stay here… with you. You’re my whipped cream,” I slur before laying my head on his shoulder and swaying my hips in time with the slow song that is now playing.
Wrapping his arms around my back, I swear I hear him murmur, “I like that.”
It’s then I stop thinking and let myself enjoy the moment, dancing with my Daniel in the middle of the dance floor, wrapped up in each other. Not caring that another one of my men is in the same bar as us, watching me dance with the man who makes my heart beat faster with a simple look.
I smile. I’m happy and content. I have half a bottle of tequila running through me, and not a care in the world—for tonight at least.
I’m in the arms of the man that I lov… like a lot, and nothing could be better.