So my new life started six weeks ago. My youngest graduated high school, his father finally accepted that he and I were finally done and over with and I was leaving. The house was already in a purchase and sale agreement, its contents going with it, and all I wanted to keep packed and shipped off.
I'd found a small two bedroom apartment, four blocks down from my girlfriend Rachel, two towns over from most of my family. Rachel checks up on me every couple of days, chatting tidbits about her work and her search for her newest boyfriend of the moment. Today she called, catching me between writing sessions.
"Hey girl! What are you doing tonight?" her breathy voice purred through my phone.
"Nothing that I know of, why?"
"Come with me and Gina to the club party." Now, the club was a local group of bikers. Not the Hell's Angels kind of bikers. Just a group of guys who loved riding.
"When?"
"I'll pick you up in a half hour. Try to make yourself pretty."
"Ha! I'll try! See you then." I clicked my phone off and tossed it gently to the table.
On my way to my closet, I got a brief flash of the dream I had just this morning. Tall man. Thick, golden waves of silken hair. Broad chest with strong arms, big hands. Quick shake of my head cleared my thoughts as I stood before my closet and its meager contents. Denim mini skirt. Flaunt the legs cause, yes they're fine. Silky camisole over my strapless bra. Spaghetti strap tank in vivid swirls of color.
Scoop the thick mass of chestnut waves and curls into a trailing cascade dripping down my back. Add the musky, smoky perfume at those pulse points, slip into the three and a half inch stilettos.
Check the image in the mirror, shift, settle the boobs evenly, smooth the hem of the skirt, slip in the dangly, sparkly earrings. Carefully, smudge the shadow, blend the highlight and add mascara.
Doorbell rings, Rachel quickly followed in, bringing Gina along.
"Wow! Not bad! Let me just smudge it just a touch." Gina grinned, grabbing my chin and gently rubbing a light finger along my eyelids. "Yeah, nice. Lipstick?"
"This." I answered handing over the vibrant red. She outlined, defined and stained my lips into a bee stung pout.
"G, that's amazing!" Rachel said, sipping her early bottle of Fireball. Her breathy voice slightly slurring.
"C'mon. Let's get going. I'm driving from here." Gina said, taking Rachel's keys and her hand, pulling her to the door. Twenty minutes later, we pull up into the parking lot of the club's building. A corrugated square, thirty by fifty, with blazing lights flashing and sputtering and music thumping and pouring from the open doors.
Rachel led us into the main room where we met up with some of her other girlfriends and their husbands. Introductions all around and more drinks were ordered as we found seats around the tables. I sat beside Rachel, letting her lean against me as she did her best to sober up a little. I listened in on a couple of conversations that continued from when we joined them, let them fade into the background as I let my gaze travel beyond our table.
Four slate pool tables had people at each, with a decent group of watchers around the edges of the room. Many couples jived, shimmied and gyrated on the dance floor, while singles mingled in the space between it and the bar. At the farthest pool table a cheer rose, capturing my attention, noticing him for the first time.
Tall, really tall. Broad shoulders, wide back tapering down to a wide waist above a pair of full tantalizing ass cheeks. As he turned, I caught his strong profile. Strong, solid jaw. Straight blade of a nose above a thick brush mustache. A hint of blond curls tucked under his battered hat.
"Uuurrp." Rachel belched softly beside my ear.
"Where's the ladies room?" I asked, and was instantly helped by three more of Rachel's girls, getting her quickly inside and to a commode, just in time.
We took her from puking to fresh again in just over forty-five minutes. Sparkling again, we led her back to the table. As I sat again beside her, I noticed who now occupied the seat beside me. Mr. Niceass. His front wasn't too shabby either.
Warm, amber honey flecked, almond eyes filled with intelligence and interest as I sat down. His full mouth spread in a welcoming smile.
"Hi." His voice was warm, deep whiskey.
"Hi."
"Your first club party?"
"Yes." I answered, enjoying watching his mouth move.
"My name's Dragon."
"Hmm, my favorite kind of beastie. I'm Angelica. Angel." I watched the dimples emerge when he heard my name. "Dragon and Angel. Sounds like a soft porn movie you'd see on Skin-a-max at two a.m."
"It does. When do we start?" he grinned, letting his eyes rove over my body. My fresh drink arrived and I toasted with him. "To what, Angel?"
"An interesting adventure together." I said, holding that warm gaze.
"I'll drink to that, Angel." We clicked glasses and sipped. "What do you do?"
"For work? I write books."
"Seriously?" his lip quirked up.
"Ever hear of Gemma Race?" his eyes flashed to meet mine.
"Honestly?"
"Swear to the heavens above." I said, crossing my fingers in an X over my heart.
"I've read a couple of your books. Very detailed, almost instructional. Very enjoyable."
"Really?! Thank you!" I felt and saw his eyes dip down to the shadowy hint of my cleavage and met his gaze with a warm, interested smile.
A slow song began, drawing couples out to squirm and dance.
"Care to dance with me?"
"I'd like that. A lot." He rose, holding his hand out to help me up. I took it, feeling his fingers close gently around mine as he led us to the dance floor. He slid his arm around my waist, settling low on the rise of my ass as he guided me in a slow, swirling waltz.
My hand rested on his shoulder, holding myself as close to him as I dared. The sizzle I felt zinging through my veins was surprising and a little frightening. When I met his gaze once more, I saw that he felt it too.
"Angel, will you let me kiss you before the song is over?" he leaned close to whisper in my ear.
"Maybe. You dance divinely."
"Such a thirties compliment but thank you. Eight years of lessons."
"That's amazing! If I can be completely honest, I find that to be a serious turn on."
"Do you now?" his smile grew wolfish as he drew me closer to him, pressing me into his heat and solidity, as he began quickly spinning us. I slid my hand around his neck, holding on tightly, burying my face in his warm neck.
Instinctually, I nuzzled my lips along the strong column of his neck. I felt his answering rumble of pleasure against my chest, felt him slow our spin, slowing to a gentle swaying.
When my spinning brain slowed to join the rest of me, I raised my eyes to his, seeing want, need.
"Dragon?"
