“Let’s take a break, Chica, and grab a drink, ok?” Matt said into my ear, his breath sending the tingles in my already stimulated body even wilder. I looked up to his dark, soulful eyes and needed to kiss him. I reached up, unable to stop myself, and he lowered until our lips touched.
I would never tire of kissing my guys. Their kisses were all so different, but all amazingly special. Matt kissed softly, pecking and teasing at first, then once I granted him access, he would attack my mouth with a wildness, I was pretty sure I was the only person to ever see from him. He would always take control of our kisses, his domineering personality shining through in those moments. I loved it, and that kiss, there in the middle of the dance floor, drove my wanting body wild to try for more. If we hadn’t been in such a public place I knew I’d have climbed him and tried to recreate what Cole and I had done the week before.
Instead I took his hand and let him pull me to the bar, which was much like the dancefloor, ram jammed. Matt pulled me into his front and pressed me between his body and the bar, not allowing a moment’s risk of us being seperated. When we finally got served I didn’t hear what Matt asked for over the music, but I didn’t care. I was too wrapped up in the music and the buzz of the whole place around me. It was all just so alive! It gave me another of the moments I had been given a few of since meeting my guys, moments where I thanked the powers that be, and now Chris, for helping me get free to experience the wonders that could exist in everyday life if you looked for them.
“Here Cariña.” Matt called, handing me a huge tall glass filled with a blend of colourful liquids, all poured in layers down the glass. There was also a huge chunk of pineapple attached to the rim of the glass and it had a little umbrella and a straw with silver streamers dangling from it, dunked in the top.
“Woah, what the heck is this?” I laughed as I took the huge glass.
“It’s a mocktail.” Matt shrugged, his face alight with that beautiful smile. I looked to his hand and found he had ordered himself just a bottle of water.
“Where’s yours?” I asked as we moved from the bar, me still securely wrapped in Matt as we passed through the masses of bodies and finally found a corner where we could stand without being stampeded.
“I don’t do frou frou drinks.” He replied. Thankfully the corner we stopped in was quiet enough for me to actually hear Matt speak without having to attempt to read his lips. It was a nice relief, especially since we also stood in the line of a huge AC unit which was blessedly cooling me down.
“Why not? It looks much more fun than that bottle of water.” I nodded to the bottle he was chugging from like he’d spent hours walking the desert, not dancing in a club.
“I don’t drink mocktails, or cocktails either, for that matter. I’m a man. Those are girl drinks” He grimaced like the thought disgusted him and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Trust me Matt, mocktail, cocktail, or whatever else you consider girly in your hand, and still no one would doubt your manliness. Hell, you could walk in here in Evie’s pink tutu, and the women would still look right past it to your six pack.”
“And you? You’d still want me, even in a tutu?” He asked, his voice joking, but also with a desirous edge to it.
“Nothing would ever stop me from seeing your amazing body, and handsome face Matt. You’re beautiful, but it’s your kind heart that holds me the tightest. I’m crazy for you, every single little piece of you, frou frou drink or not.” I smiled at the last part, trying not to make things too deep, but I meant what I said. My guys were all amazingly handsome and sexy, but the main reason I had fallen for each and every one of them was their undeniable inner strength, and their kind, gentle hearts. The way they understood me and my darkness in a way no one else ever could. The way they could take away my pain and make me feel safe just by being at my side.
“Good, because I’m crazy for you too, Mi Vida.” He replied as he kissed me softly, just a few small pecks to cement his words.
After I finished my drink, which was a delicious mix of fresh juices, we headed back to the dance floor for a few more songs. I danced until I was so tired my legs were literally jello beneath me, shaking and clumsy, but even then I was in no hurry to leave. It just felt so good to be pressed into Matt, feeling every movement of his body, so intensely against my own. I didn’t want that to ever end.
But of course it had to, and Matt called it a few dances later, pointing out I was too tired to stay upright for much longer, and telling me he wasn’t far behind, though I didn’t believe that. I was pretty sure with how hard my guys worked out several times a day, stamina was not an issue for them.
Matt walked me to the ladies and assured me he would wait right outside for me. I hated being separated from him, but there
