CHAPTER 6
Saturday, May 27, 1995
1:46 AM
The Tradewinds
Sea Bright
We have to cross over the crowded dance floor in order to shortcut to the other side of the large club. Jack is trying to carve out a path for us both when I see him inexplicably reach his hand behind him and blindly grab for mine. I just as inexplicably put my hand in his, and have the oddest feeling as we weave our way through the crowd.
It's kind of... electric in a weird sort of way. Our palms are flattened against one another's, our fingers intertwined... It's as though we've performed this act naturally a million times over, not just for the first time one minute ago. The thought has me baffled, but fascinated nonetheless.
Before I know it, he's led me over to the payphones situated near the restrooms. He gives my hand a quick squeeze before releasing his hold and ducking into the men's room.
When Jack lets go, I'm surprised at the loss that washes over me. What the hell was that? I don't even know the guy and he has me sweating from simply holding his hand? I can't even imagine what holding his dick will be like. I'll probably pass out.
I spend like an hour digging through the ton of junk in my purse to find the number for the beach house, but it finally appears and I make the call. Even though I'm not in the main part of the club, it's still loud, and I burrow into the alcove as much as I can while covering my free ear with my hand in order to hear.
Samantha answers.
"Hey, Sammy! What are you doing there? I thought you were sick."
"I was. But I slammed down a few Sudafed and managed to catch the girls before they left. Where are you?"
"Tradewinds," I shoot back. "Came to see a band."
"Any good?"
"Yeah, actually. They're fantastic."
I glance up to find Jack leaning against the wall having a cigarette, waiting for me. Fuck. He heard that.
"So, I'm going to assume you'll be spending the night elsewhere?" Sam chuckles at her dig, but it's not like I can take offense. My girls know me too well.
"Well, yeah, but not because... We ran into Monty. We're crashing there tonight."
I thought Jack would've headed back to our friends, but instead, he's just standing there watching me as I talk to Sam. His eyes are squinted as he blows smoke through those delectable lips, practically begging me to suck on them for the next twelve hours or so. Give or take.
"Lucky bitch. Tell him we said hi."
"I will."
Before I can get another word out, I suddenly feel the length of Jack's body pressed against my back. What the hell? It catches me by surprise, to say the least.
He chuckles against my hair as he swipes it away and lowers his lips to the back of my neck, my skin shivering at the touch. The whole time, I'm trying to have a human conversation with Sam, no easy feat while this dark prince is ravaging me from behind. I guess he isn't planning on wasting any time before getting this party started, and that is just fine by me. I'm more than game.
I snap back to the real world when I hear Sammy taunt, "Well, have fuuun!"
As if that isn't the understatement of the night. How can a hot rock star against my body be anything but fun? I offer a quick "I'm about to," before giving Sam a rather abrupt goodbye and hanging up, bracing my hand on the wall above the phone to press my backside against him.
