Penelope Storm

Three

      "Where are you going?" He asked me as I attempted to pull my wrist free from his grip. Just because he paid for my drink, which I didn't even ask for by the way, didn't mean he was aloud to touch me like that.

       But his grip didn't loosen and that sparked a flare of anger inside of me, "I was going to go dance but I think I've changed my mind. Instead I'm thinking my knee and your balls are about to get aquatinted if you don't let go of me in the next five seconds."

      One of his cocky brows rose, "hmm a little thing like you? I think I'll take my chances. Come on beautiful," he tugged me closer to him and his eyes went straight to my tits. Ugh! Normally a look like that would send shivers down my body, but when I shivered this time, it wasn't in a good way.

     I dug my heels in and tried to yank free one more time. His hand only tightened and I got a wave of chills breaking out all over my skin and an unnerving feeling in the pit of my stomach. "I have a booth over there," he gestured his head towards the back of the club. "I could show you a good time."

       That was it, who the hell did this asshole think he was? I was not some girl who could be man handled and did as I was told. No, never again would I let that happen. I was fast, fast enough that he didn't even register what I was doing before my knee had connected with his junk and his eyes bulged. A thick vein popped in his neck and he screamed a curse. His grip loosened around my wrist and I finally yanked myself free, taking a large step back as he doubled over.

       "You fucking bitch!" He yelled.

        "Well," I stood up straight and dusted my hands over the front of my dress, ignoring the hot feeling around my wrist. That felt like a bruiser. "I'd say it was nice meeting you, but it wasn't. Thanks for the drink asshat!"

       I turned on my thin heels successfully not wobbling or snapping one of my ankles and started to walk in the direction of the dance floor once more.

      "Who the fuck do you think you are!" The guys voice ground out behind me and I turned back to him just in time to see him reach for me.

       But his hand didn't connect with my shoulder where it looked like he was about to grasp onto. Because another guy, clad in black stepped into his path, I couldn't see his face, only the back of his head.

       He had a sandy blonde hair that was tied back at the nape of his neck. His leather jacket stretched against his broad shoulders as he shoved the other guy away from me. "You speak to my girlfriend like that again and I'll make sure your nuts aren't the only thing hurting tonight."

      What! Did he just say girlfriend?

       The asshole who paid for my drink blanched as he looked my apparent 'boyfriend' up and down. His eyes grew wide with what looked like recognition over who was standing in front of him and I desperately wanted to see his face but I didn't dare move. I was pretty happy with this giant male separating me from ol grabby grabby hands.

       "I'm sorry man, I didn't know she was taken. I-" I wanted to snicker at how stupid he sounded fumbling over his words. What the hell though? From what I could see they were pretty evenly matched in height, my new guy maybe had more muscle from what I could tell through the leather jacket he wore. But still, based on size alone he could probably put up a fight...if it came to that. Which I don't know why it would, considering they both didn't know me and fighting over some random girl sounded completely stupid. But hey, wars were started over less I guess.

       "Even so." Blondie sneered and the deep growl of his voice did...things to me. "You don't ever touch a woman like that! Not unless she asks you to and from what I saw," he took a step forward. "She didn't fucking ask you." He sounded out each word slowly, each one like a bang of a drum. "Now leave before I make you regret stepping foot in this club.

       It didn't take the dickhead long at all to bolt away in the direction of the door and I couldn't hold in my laugh then. It was entertaining as fuck.

       I was about to say that I should probably thank the mystery man for coming to my rescue, but then he turned around. I internally gasped. Because he was fucking beautiful. Like somehow Greek sculptors had come down to earth from Olympus and found a way to create a literal god and then they just left him here. For all us mortals to fall upon.

       His jaw line was to die for, sharp and strong and clean shaven. I wanted to lick it and see what his skin tasted like. He had high cheekbones and almond shaped blue eyes that made my sisters look dull and drab. The dark ring of sapphire around outside only intensified the bright blue of the middle. Even under the strobe lights and LED's I could see how blazing they were.

      "So, I'm your girlfriend am I?" I asked with a raised brow. Somehow that was the only thing I was able to get out of my mouth.

      Mr tall blonde and blue eyes smirked a little. "It was the first thing I could think of that wasn't a threat to his life."

       "Ah I see, so I guess you'll be wanting a thank you now." I finally voiced my earlier thought.

       The corners of his delicious lips tugged into the hint of a smile and then he shrugged, "Maybe, but I'll settle for a dance."

       My eyes widened, a dance with him? Swirling images of what his large muscled body would be like pressed against mine amongst all the sweaty hot people behind me. My heart automatically picked up its pace.

      I sure as hell hoped he couldn't tell how aroused I was by those thoughts, so I neutralised my face and stared up at him with hard eyes. "What makes you think I want to dance with you if I clearly didn't want to dance with dickbag earlier?"

       "I don't think," he took one long step closer and my breathing hitched as he moved and was almost chest to chest with me. He reached over and curled one of his fingers in a lock of my silver hair, one brow rose as he looked it over as if he was noticing it for the first time. He didn't say anything though, just let it go and glared down at me with those intense beautiful eyes, "I know you want to dance with me."

       I blinked a few times trying to get myself together before I all but melted into this hunk of sex's arms. "But I don't want to dance with you," I said and almost cringed at how weak my words sounded. It wasn't a lie though, not exactly, because I didn't want to dance with him, I wanted to do so, so much more.

      "Prove it." He commanded and plucked my drink that I had almost forgotten I was still holding from my hands and placed it on a nearby high rise table.

       "Hey I was drinking that!" I scolded him and placed my hands on my hips.

      He scoffed though, "no. You weren't."

       He was right of course, damn him. I'd all but forgotten about it the moment he showed up and if I had to be honest I almost didn't want it anymore seeing as it was paid for by whatever his name was. But I was stubborn, so I darted around him being careful as hell not to touch any part of him because fuck knows what would happen then. I grabbed my drink he deposited on the table, threw the straw and pink umbrella where my drink just sat and downed the entire thing in one go.

      "See," I slammed the glass back down and licked my lips. "Was still drinking it." My voice was cocky and a smug smile crept across my face as I watched his eyes dart to my lips that were freshly wet.

      A dark hunger grew in his eyes and god damn did it make my thighs clench together and the dress I was wearing suddenly felt way too heavy. Even though it was barely concealing most of my body.

     "Dance with me!" He commanded with a deep growl and for some reason it didn't send creeper vibes down my spine like the other guy. Nope, all I felt was pure arousal. But just to make things better, he cocked his head to the side and held out his hand, "please." He added.

     Shit! How the hell was I supposed to say no to that.