The Home Team

Chapter 3

Becca

I was currently buried under the covers in the guest room at Emma and Grace's apartment, ready to binge watch the next season of S.W.A.T. on Netflix when Mandy burst through the door without knocking. I know I had originally agreed to come out tonight but once the day arrived, I tried to back out. That doesn’t work well with Mandy. She was not about to let me stay in Emma and Grace's apartment all night by myself.

“Get up bitch.” Mandy says as she sits on the side of the bed, and I pulled the covers up and over my head.

“Do I really have to?” I asked from under the covers.

“Yes, you do.” She says as she opens the closet and pulls out my black dress that I had brought with me for tonight and tossed the dress on the bed. “Chop, chop b***h, we leave at eight thirty.” She says before winking at me from over her shoulder as she closes the door.

Well, so much for my date with Shemar Moore.

After a bit more procrastination on my part, I finally forced myself to start getting ready. Starting with a shower. I scrubbed my body from head to toe, followed by a shave of all the necessary areas. I did my hair and makeup afterward and when I finally looked at myself in the mirror with my dress on, I hardly recognize myself. The dress clings to my body as if it is a second skin and stops at mid-thigh, showcasing my legs. It has a deep v-neck in the front, showing off just enough cleavage while still holding my boobs in so they did not spill out of the dress.

It has been months since I have seen myself like this. Pretty. Cute. Maybe even a bit sexy, even if it was just me that thought so. I missed her, the girl I had been before my parents died, and looking at my reflection, I could see her for just a moment. I put a smile on my face and for a moment I actually looked happy.

I grabbed my clutch that was hanging on the back of the closet door and walked out of the bedroom before Mandy and the others came looking for me.

“Holy Sh*t. Is that Rebecca?” Emma’s boyfriend, Mack, asked with a smile.

“It can’t be,” Parker says, followed by a whistle.

“Alright, you two knock it off before you send her running for the hills.” Grace says as she swats Parkers arm. I wasn’t a girly girl like the others. I preferred T-shirts and jeans to short dresses and heels. Needless to say, it was very rare that I dressed like this unless it was for a special occasion.

The six of us piled into an Uber and headed to the nightclub. It had taken forever to make it through the line to get in and my feet were already starting to hurt and the night had barely started.

Now I am standing in the bathroom, looking at my reflection in the mirror above the sink once again. We had been there for an hour or so now and everyone was living it up and dancing their hearts out to the DJ. Mandy had pulled me onto the dance floor the moment we were inside. I indulged her and we danced together for a few songs before a tall, handsome looking guy stepped in and asked her to dance with him. I was more than happy to step aside and hide out in the bathroom for the next few songs.

“Just a few more hours. Once the ball drops I can make up an excuse to leave early.” I said to myself. I exited the bathroom and made my way over to the bar. Emma and Grace had ordered several drinks when we arrived. All of them were your typical cocktails, but tonight I needed something stronger if I was going to make it through the next few hours.

The bar was very crowded, but I managed to grab a seat as some patrons got their order and left. I slipped into the seat and ordered my drink.

“Whiskey and make it a double.” I said and handed him my fake ID.

“Rough day?” a deep voice asked beside me and when I turned to answer I was shocked to find that the owner of that voice was a sexy god-like man. My god, I have never seen a sexier man. He is dressed simply, in jeans and a nice T-shirt with a cross chain around his neck. He is the epitome of tall, dark and handsome with his bronzed skin and dark hair. And when he smiles, I want to melt right then and there in my seat into a puddle on the floor.

Snapping out of my daze, I gave him a smile in return, “More like a couple of months.” I said just as the bartender placed my drink in front of me. I take a sip, downing half and wincing as the alcohol burns my throat and warms my belly.

“Need a chaser?” Mr. Sexy asks with a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Nope.” I said and downed the second half of my drink. When I placed my glass down on the countertop, I swear he looked impressed. “What?” I asked as I ordered another drink and, surprisingly, he ordered one as well.

“Nothing. Just not many women willingly shoot high-proof whiskey like you just did without wanting to throw up.” He says that smile returning to his face as he turns to me. “Want to talk about it?”He asks as the bartender places both our drinks in front of us.

“Nope, I am here to forget. At least for a couple of hours, that is,” I replied. This time, sipping my drink a bit slower. If I go too hard, I will find myself on the floor sooner than I had planned in a less pleasant way as well.

“Me too.” He said as he downed his in one go. He gave a shake and a cough before looking back over at me. “I don't know how in the hell you drank that?” he asked with another cough.

“Practice.” I said with a smile and a wink. The alcohol is starting to do its job and relax me just a bit. “I take it are you not a big whiskey drinker?" I asked and he shook his head. "My friends dragged me out tonight in the hopes that it might cheer me up a bit.” I said and turned around in my chair to watch the people out on the dance floor.

“Mine too. That’s him dancing with the blonde in the blue dress.” He says. I laughed. Of all the women in the club that his friend could be dancing with, it would be my best friend Mandy, who was currently grinding her ass all over his front. “What?” he asked when he noticed the smirk on my face.

“Nothing, I’m sorry. That’s one of my friends that he is with right now.” I said and took another sip of my drink. “Might want to warn him if he isn’t careful, she will eat him alive.” I added, nudging his shoulder with mine playfully and he gave me another panty dampening smile. I literally had to clench my thighs together with the way my body was reacting to just his smiles.

He sets his glass down and holds out his hand, “How about we join them? Maybe we can help each other forget for the night.”

I finished off the remainder of my drink and gave him my best smile. “Why not?” I said and placed my hand in his. An electric shock shot through me when our hands touched and he led me out onto the dance floor beside our friends. Mandy squealed in delight when she spotted me but didn’t stop dancing with his friend.

I wasn’t sure if it was just the alcohol or what, but everywhere this man's hands touched set my skin on fire. A fire that I had never known before or even thought was possible. We swayed to the music, his hands gripping my hips as he grinded his front on my ass and I could feel the hardness in his jeans. I should have been nervous or scared even. I didn’t know anything about this man, but I wasn’t scarred, I was excited. Very, very excited and I wanted more.

I turned around and tilted my head back just a bit so that I could look at his face. He had the same look that I am sure was all over my own face. Desire. Need. Lust.

I wrapped both my hands around the back of his neck and leaned in and pressed my lips to his. I think I shocked him at first because he froze for a minute before he took charge of the kiss and devoured my mouth with his. His larger hands dig into the soft flesh of my hips, and he growls and pulls my body to his.

“Your place or mine?” he asked. I may not have intended on hooking up with someone tonight, but something about this man just made me want to throw all caution into the wind. And that is exactly what I did.

“Yours.” I said breathlessly as I met his heated gaze. “I think there will be too many people where I am staying tonight.” I said, motioning to the others behind me.

He nodded and laced his fingers with mine and led me back through the crowd and outside the club. The cool air as it hits my skin is refreshing from the stuffy and overheated nightclub. He managed to find an uber-driver that was just waiting outside the club waiting for anyone who was leaving to come outside. Instead of sitting in the seat next to Mr. Sexy, I find myself straddling his lap and our lips locked in a heated kiss once again, our tongues dancing with one another to taste every inch of each other. His strong hands hold me down so I can feel just how hard he actually is and I have to bite back the urge to moan. When we arrived at the address, I slid off his lap and out of the car.

“Wow” I said as he joined me after paying for the ride. It was an upscale apartment complex that looked like it would cost a fortune to live there. Mr. Sexy grabs my hand once again and leads me through the front door of the building and over to the elevators. As soon as the doors opened, he pushed me inside and pressed the button for the doors to close quickly. As they closed, he presses the button to his floor of the apartment, his lips are on me once again, hungrily, as he pushes me into the corner of the elevator, his hands roam all over my body through my dress.

His hand slips lower and lower until it is underneath the skirt of my dress and his fingertips graze over my lace panties. My breath hitches as he slides them to the side and his finger brushes against my core. A moan escapes me as his fingertips tease my clit.

“Mmmm. You are so wet for me already.” He says as his fingertips circle my clit. “I can't wait to get you inside and in my bed.” He growls as he kisses the side of my neck. His finger slides into my core and I dig my own fingers into his shoulders as a fire roars to life in me.

It has to be the alcohol because I have never felt this excited about being fingered before. My ex from my sophomore year never made me feel like this. This man’s hands are like magic, stroking me just right to where my knees are weak, and I have to brace myself against his own body just to stay up right.

“That’s it.” he whispers in my ear and my p***y clenches around his fingers as I c*m hard, harder than I ever have with my own hand. He smiles at me as he removes his hand from under my dress and brings it to his lips. His heated gaze meets mine as he licks my c*m from his fingers. “Even better than I imagined.” He says, his voice is husky with desire and my knees buckle again.

The elevator stops and dings as the doors slide open, revealing an older couple waiting to get on. I hurried to straighten my dress a bit, so it didn’t look like we had just done what we did in there. But by the look on their shocked faces, I knew it was a lost cause and I felt my cheeks redden.

What has gotten into me tonight?