You're His Rival

Five

Who do you dance with at a bar when the man you want won't take his eyes off of you?

Someone masculine? Nah, he might get jealous too quickly and stop that shit.

The right answer is someone feminine. Get some attention, give it back, make him watch, let him stew in it.

That's the recipe for disaster. The way to tip the balance in your favor.

Since the bar had line dances, you had found a female bartender to dance with. Keegan's eyes stayed on you while you moved, and Hesh kicked his foot beneath the table to get his attention, "Damn, Russ, if you keep staring she's gonna notice."

Keegan scoffed and returned to drinking his beer, leaning back in his chair with his thighs spread. His eyes flickered to you ever few seconds, unable to keep his attention on the game in front of him, "Just deal the fuckin' hand, Hesh."

You had your hand on the back of the woman's neck, your legs straddling each other as you rolled your hips to the beat. For the first time in a long while you were actually enjoying yourself.

Play flirting with someone who wouldn't take it so seriously was a nice change from the men on base who wouldn't or maybe couldn't take a joke.

Your eyes glanced over to the table, watching the boys play cards. You caught Keegan glancing at you at the same time. You flipped him off and returned your attention to the woman wrapped around you.

It was always so satisfying for him to see you get riled up. As you danced, the woman's hands went from your hips to your ass, squeezing and pulling you closer to her. The sight made Keegan smirk as he took a long sip from his beer.

He had to admit that the way you were moving and grinding against the woman was turning him on. Your curves, the way your hips moved, it was all so captivating.

The woman leaned in to whisper something in your ear, and Keegan's eyes narrowed a bit. He didn't want to admit it, but seeing the two of you getting closer was making him feel a bit...jealous.

It was almost like you could feel the moment the switch flipped for him, your eyes meeting his for a fraction of a second before you decided it was time to make things more interesting.

You pulled the woman closer, your lips nearly touching as you whispered something back to her, holding intense eye contact with her with your hand on the back of her head. Her face flushed and her lips parted.

A smirk formed on your face as you watched her crumble just from a few words. Her eyes were heavy lidded when she nodded and your movements intensified.

The way you were almost completely dominating the situation, making the woman melt under your touch, was sending a surge of heat through Keegan's body. It was both infuriating and arousing to see you take control with someone else like that.

A taunting smirk stretched across your face as you watched him tilt his hips up to adjust his position. You turned in the woman's arms, pressing your back against her chest and nestling your hips against hers as you continued to sway to the beat. Her hands held you, one moving in to your lower stomach to pull you closer.

Your eyes didn't leave Keegan's the whole time, loving the reaction you were getting from him.

He wasn't sure how much more he could take.

He thought he knew your game, but you were playing it too well for him to stay in control of himself. The moment he watched her hands slide over your body was the moment he realized you were intentionally driving him out of his mind. He felt a pressure, a deep-seated need to claim what was his.