Just Pretend

Chapter Twenty

Jason

When Gwen comes down the stairs two hours later, my dick wants to jump off and bury itself in her permanently. Her long hair is styled straight and hangs down to lovingly brush the top of her ass while a dark red leather corset hugs a black bell-sleeved shirt to her curves, making her breasts pop out from her chest, while a skirt short enough to barely cover her ass clings to her curves. She's wearing flat-heeled black boots that reach the top of her knee with fish-net stockings running up her creamy legs.

I bite the inside of my cheek and pull the nearest couch pillow over my crotch to try and hide the arousal showing prominently in my jeans. She bounds over to me and it takes all my self-control not to pull her into my body and take her on the couch as she stands in front of me, her purple painted lips pulled into a lively smile.

'Ready?' she asks and I haul myself up from the couch, the new position putting her nose to chest with me and she looks up with the same smile still on her lips. The colour of her eyes is enhanced by the black kohl framing her eyes as she raises her eyes to mine.

'Ready,' I mutter and she turns around, heading to the front door. My eyes don't leave her as I follow her outside, the sunset painting the sky red and pink and bathing her in its colours; making her look like a goddess beside my truck.

I take the opportunity presented by me opening her door for her to step close to her, inhaling her vanilla and cinnamon scent, and wanting to wrap my arms around her, pick her up and carry her back inside to have my way with her. I know there will be no protest from her and that's what has me waiting until she's inside the cab of the truck to close the door and walk around the front.

I climb into the car beside her and she grins at me while I start it and start the drive to the club. The moment we stop in the parking lot, she's out of the car and the doorman allows her through. As I follow more slowly, taking the time to lock the truck, he raises his eyebrows at me.

'My best friend is entirely crazy,' I say and he chuckles, letting me into the club and I search it for Gwen; whose disappeared into the sea of people. I roll my eyes as I see her at the bar, almost lifting herself onto it, and I make my way to her; shouldering my way to the bar. I can see the heads turn while Gwen orders and I see a brunette eyeing me from across the bar before her eyes flicker to Gwen and back to me.

I shake my head when her eyes meet mine and a slow smile spreads over her face and I grin back, taking the beer Gwen had gotten me from her. I feel Gwen pause beside me as I raise the bottle toward the girl, who raises her cocktail glass at me, before she disappears from beside me. I turn to see her disappearing into the crowd before turning back to the girl and nodding toward the corner slightly behind her.

She grins and I make my way around the bar to the girl, who introduces herself as Stacy in a sickly-sweet voice, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She's the opposite to Gwen, but I couldn't particularly care at that moment, only needing a release.

'I'm just looking for a quick fuck,' Stacy slurrs and I look down at her with a raised eyebrow.

'That's fine with me, sweets. I need a quick release,' she grins and presses herself against my body. I wrap an arm around her and pull her into the shadowed alcove behind her, lowering my head and pressing a kiss to her foul-tasting lips.

She moans and presses herself against me, her lips moving against mine as I kiss her, guilt rising like bile in my throat. I refuse to allow her tongue into my mouth and I slide my hand up her body and wrap my hand gently around her neck, taking control of the kiss.

'Now it makes sense,' I hear Gwen's voice from in front of me and I break the kiss, causing Stacy to whine with disappointment, to see Gwen disappearing back into the crowd. I bite my lip before lowering my head back to Stacy and she slides her hands down my arms and chest to wrap around my wrist, guiding my hand up to her tit.