Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 104682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 523(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 523(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
I fully (and happily) expected the bouncer to deny us entry after I told him I was carrying a concealed weapon but then Jude leaned in and said something to the beefy man that had him nodding and waving us through the door. The heavy beat of the music that greeted us made my eardrums hurt. If I hadn't been so irritated, I would've laughed at the fact that I was starting to show my age.
By the time we got into the main part of the club, I was already wishing it was time to leave. It was all I could do not to grab Jude by the hand and drag him out of there. As soon as we reached the crowd that was on and around the dance floor and bar, guys were all over Jude. It was difficult to remain focused on our surroundings in search of weapons and threats rather than just groping hands and whispered innuendos. For Jude's part, he either seemed used to the attention or didn't notice it because he made a beeline for the bar.
Like the bouncer, the bartender recognized him and was sliding a shot across the worn countertop to Jude before he even reached it. He downed it in one swallow and held the glass out again for a refill. The bartender filled it and looked at me, but I shook my head. Jude turned around to survey the crowd as the bartender moved on to the next customer. The beat of the music was rattling my bones. Jude ignored me as he watched the crowd. More than one guy tried to draw him into it, but Jude resisted. It was like he was on a particular mission. I wondered if he was searching for someone specific. His eyes shifted to me briefly but then went back to the crowd.
"Have a drink, Nikki," Jude muttered. He began to shift back and forth on his feet like he was getting into the beat of the music. I didn't respond, which only seemed to irritate him further, but he didn't say anything. Within a minute or two, he was moving his body to match the music, and I was hopelessly falling under the spell of how he moved.
As were a half-dozen men around us.
Never in a million years would I have guessed that Jude had this side to him. He quickly lost himself in the music and then he was stepping forward and onto the dance floor. I assumed he’d found his prey, but when he reached the center of the room, his eyes weren’t focused on any one person, nor did he sidle up to any man in particular. He just continued to sway back and forth with the beat of the music. Eventually, it drew him completely under and it was like he was gone.
He was in his own little world, just him and the music. Guys around him slithered up to him or ran their hands suggestively over his body, but he didn't react to any of it. He easily pushed away the few hands that got too personal.
Jude was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, and I couldn’t blame any one of the men for wanting to be the one to garner his attention.
That didn’t mean I didn’t want to put a beatdown on every guy who dared to even look at Jude, though, because I absolutely did.
It was all I could do to stay focused on our surroundings rather than on Jude himself. My eyes kept going back to him like he was a magnet. I could almost feel the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips as his body dipped and swayed. His own hands caressed his neck and chest as if he were imagining them to be a lover’s. Sweat glistened on his brow as he gave himself completely over to the music. It was a high-energy beat, but Jude had no trouble keeping up.
Every time a man tried to draw Jude into a dance, it was all I could do not to reach for the gun at my back. It was a good ten minutes before Jude seemed to come back to reality, but to my disappointment, he didn't seem to be winding down. No, it was the exact opposite. He’d gotten his dance on; now, he seemed determined to be getting something else on.
Jude began measuring up the men around him. He ignored the larger men and focused on those who were his size or smaller. He definitely had a type because he went for the skinnier guys with lots of glitter and flash. My dick swelled behind my pants as I considered whether Jude was a top or a bottom. Based on the guys he was choosing, it was likely the former, but that just had me thinking about what he’d be like as the latter. I could practically feel his body squirming beneath mine as I drove into him from behind. His cries of pleasure rang through my ears as he welcomed every one of my thrusts into his hot body…