Enjoying the Chase (6 page)

“No way,” she stated confidently.

I shrugged. She
’
d already told me she hated to be centre of attention; this ploy
would work out perfectly. “You asked for it, sweetie.” I turned back to look at
the DJ and raised my hand, praying this would work otherwise I
’
d look like a moron. Almost immediately, she gasped,
grabbing my wrist and yanking it back down again.

“Jesus, Nate, you
’
re so freaking annoying!” she
hissed,
looking
cute as a button.

“Thanks, muffin.” I pulled her to the dance
floor while she closed her eyes and shook her head in apparent disbelief. When
we got to the dance floor, I turned and took her hands, looping her arms around
my neck before gripping her waist and pulling her closer to me. She felt so
good in my arms.

“You know this isn
’
t a slow song, don
’
t
you?” she asked, as I guided her to start dancing. I nodded; the song wasn
’
t something I particularly liked, but it had a
strong and fast beat to it. I would have preferred a slow song to sway along
to, if I was honest. She grinned up at me and then started dancing properly,
shaking her little ass to perfection. My whole body responded to her every
move. I could feel the attraction building – and my jeans tightening across the
crotch. While we danced, I looked at every inch of her face, loving how relaxed
she looked.

When she smiled, I couldn
’
t help but smile back. My body was just
reacting, loving the closeness of her. I leant down, pressing my forehead to
hers, looking into her big brown eyes as I slid one hand up her back to the
nape of her neck,
tangling my fingers in her hair
. Her breathing had definitely sped up and her arms had tightened
around my neck as she was grinding against me. Neither of us spoke, but I didn
’
t need to. It was weird having her in my arms.
I
’
d never felt anything like it,
and I savoured every second in case I didn
’
t get the opportunity again. When the song finished, she pulled back
slightly. Her arms moved from my neck slowly, trailing down across my shoulders
and chest teasingly. I literally had to bite my tongue to stifle a moan of
desire.

“Thanks for the dance,” she muttered. I
cocked my head to the side, wondering if that was a hint of disappointment in
her voice.

“Want another one?”

Rosie
smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I
agreed with my friends, one dance with guy number ten. I
’
ve kept up my end of the bargain.” She shrugged, but still hadn
’
t walked away from me. I took that as a good
sign.

I let my arms drop from her waist. “Yeah
okay. That dance was totally worth the fifty bucks; I don
’
t think I could afford another one anyway,” I joked, running a hand
through my hair nervously.
Why the hell am I so freaking nervous? Jeez, get
a grip, Nate!

She frowned. “
Fifty
bucks?
”

I winced, realising I shouldn
’
t have said that. Couldn
’
t exactly take it back now though.

“Yeah, I had to pay those guys to come and
hit on you so I could be number ten and get the dance.” I shrugged, watching
her mouth drop open in shock.

“Wow, now I feel a little like a hooker,”
she replied.

I burst out laughing at her randomness. “A
hooker, really? Does that mean you
’
ll put out if I take you home with me?”

She moved closer, raising one eyebrow.
“What do you think the answer to that question is?”

I blinked a couple of times. I
’
d never had a girl behave like this with me,
usually once I
’
d made my move they
were hanging all over me, listening to me talk, or just checking me out. It was
refreshing to meet a girl that could hold her own against me.

I decided to go for the honest answer. “My
guess is I
’
m going to bed with a
mental image of you, some lube and a box of tissues.”

She burst out laughing and shook her head
as she slapped my chest playfully. “You just get cruder and cruder the more I
talk to you.”

I did a little bow as if it was a
compliment, which caused her to laugh harder. “So anyway, change of subject;
why would your parents name you Rosie if your surname was Right? I mean, that
’
s just a little cruel,” I asked, pretending to
be serious.

She looked at me as if I
’
d lost the plot a little. “I
’
m not Rosie Right, I
’
m Rosie York.
”

I recoiled, faking shock. “Seriously? Damn
it, I could have sworn you were Miss Right.”

She rolled her eyes as she got it. “Nice.
Didn
’
t see that one coming so good
jo
b.
”

“You like that? I made that up on the spot,
just for you.”

As a guy almost bumped her from behind
while lost in a bad dance move, I put my hands on her hips, pulling her closer
to me so she wouldn
’
t get caught
up in his dance that looked more like a fit than anything else. Her hand rested
on my chest as she looked up at me. The temperature in the room seemed to
skyrocket as her eyes met mine. I wanted her so badly that I ached.

“Very clever, Nate. I
’
m officially impressed.” She patted my chest teasingly.

I bent my face closer to hers and ran my
nose across her cheek. Her breathing faltered and a little shiver ran through
her body as my mouth pressed to her ear. “Seeing as how I impressed you, how
about we celebrate with another dance?” I whispered.

She gulped, and I knew it was working; her
resistance was crumbling as her body pressed against mine. “Thought you said
you couldn
’
t afford another.”

I sighed and knew that her defences were
back up again. For a couple of seconds she
’
d looked like she
was
consider
ing
it, but the moment was gone, and so were my chances. I let my arms
drop to my sides and couldn
’
t help
but feel rejected and disappointed. This was killing me. It was fun in a way;
she
was fun, but I had no idea how to make this any better. I was fighting a losing
battle, which was incredibly frustrating.

I needed to walk away; I couldn
’
t take any more rejection for tonight. There
was only so much bashing my ego could take all in one go.

“Never mind then. I should probably go and
lick my rejection wounds anyway,” I joked, hoping my sudden sour mood wouldn
’
t show. Going for the old
-
fashioned approach, I took her hand, pulling it up to my face and
planting a soft kiss on the back of it. “It was good to see you again,” I said
honestly.

“Yeah, you too,” she replied. After a quick
glance over my shoulder, she smiled. “Looks like we
’
re leaving now anyway.”

I turned and looked in the same direction;
seeing that her friends had all finished their drinks and were standing around
watching us talk.

“Oh, well get home safe, okay?”
Should I
walk her home?
I wondered. I opened my mouth to offer, but she interrupted
me.

“I will. Candice is driving, so she
’
s dropping everyone home.” She smiled sweetly,
“See ya, Nate.”

I watched as they all converged on her
immediately, casting sly looks back at me, obviously asking for the gossip. She
shrugged and shook her head, and I felt even more rejected for some reason. She
was even telling her friends that she wasn
’
t interested in me.

I headed back over to my friends and saw a
girl standing there drinking and laughing with my boys. I smiled when I noticed
who she was. Emma. She was an occasional partner of mine. She liked sex, so
when she wanted to we went at it in a casual-no-strings-attached way. Neither
of us wanted more than friends with benefits, which worked out perfectly. Emma
was actually just as much of a player as I was so I knew she
’
d be able to take my mind off the Rosie
rejection sting.

“Hey, Emma. Long time no see.” I grinned
at her. 

A seductive smile crossed her face as she
stepped to my side. “Nate Peters, it
’
s
definitely
been too long.” She looked around for something
before turning back to me. “You on your own tonight?” she asked, raising one
eyebrow. I nodded, watching as a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Me
too. Come on.”

Her hand slipped into mine, and she gave me
a little tug in the direction of the bathrooms at the back of the bar.

Now that
’
s more like it!

As she pulled me into the ladies restroom
and locked the door, I quickly scanned the stalls, seeing that we were alone.
When she turned back to me, I grabbed her and kissed her, pushing her up
against the wall as her hands went straight for the buttons of my jeans. Emma
wasn
’
t one for patience or
foreplay; she got straight to it. I slipped my tongue in her mouth and tried to
force all images of Rosie out of my head – but it just wasn
’
t working. The damn girl was all I could think
about.

Emma
’
s hand slipped inside my boxers, stroking me gently as I groped her,
trying to get
me
into the mood. After a couple of
minutes, she was still stroking me, playing with my balls – but nothing was
happening. She pulled out of the kiss and peppered little kisses down the side
of my neck.

Something was wrong. I couldn
’
t shake the feeling that this whole situation
was just wrong. I didn
’
t even
really want to be here. What I actually wanted to be doing was walking Rosie
home and hearing her talk some more.

Emma pulled back and looked at me
curiously. “Everything okay?” she asked breathlessly.

I nodded and gulped.
What the hell is
wrong with me?
Never in my life had I failed to get hard. When I wanted a
hard-on, I got one. Never had the girl had to work for it.

“Want me to suck it?” Emma offered,
frowning, clearly confused as she looked down towards my still limp dick in her
hand.

The honest answer to that question scared
me a little. I
didn
’
t
want her to, and I
’
d
never even thought that before in my life either.
Damn it, Nate, get your
game on and have sex with the pretty girl. You know she
’
s good!

“Nate? I said-” she started, but I cut her
off quickly.

“I heard what you said. Sorry, I can
’
t do this tonight; I
’
m not feeling too good. I think I
’
m coming down with something,” I lied, stepping back from her and
hastily buttoning up my jeans.

Her confusion changed to sympathy. “Aww,
you
’
re sick? Does the poor baby
need a nurse to look after him?” she flirted, stepping closer to me again and
pouting.

I resisted the urge to groan. I couldn
’
t bring myself to have meaningless sex with
Emma in the back of the bar, when I was interested in Rosie. Once I
’
d had Rosie then I
’
d be able to turn my game back on and get back to normal. This was
just a little blip that was easily fixed, once I
’
d jumped her everything would be fine and dandy again – I hoped.

“No. Seriously, Emma, sorry, but I can
’
t tonight. I need to go home,” I muttered to
her obviously disappointed face.

She nodded and straightened her
barely-there skirt. “Okay, well I
’
ll
catch you next time. Hope you feel better.”

She shrugged and flipped the lock on the
bathroom, walking away, leaving me standing there in the middle of the ladies
bathrooms.

I walked over to the mirror and looked at
myself. I didn
’
t look any
different, but I felt like I should for some reason. I looked down at my crotch
and frowned angrily. “Nice let down, buddy. You couldn
’
t just do it?
” I muttered.
And now I
’
m talking to my dick. I need help.