The Club

With the last touches of makeup in place, I took a step back and examined my work. Damn, I was hot. Obviously. This was extra hot, having outdone myself. I was in the sluttiest thing I owned, which wasn’t all that slutty truth be told. The skirt was dangerously short, but that was because the last time I’d worn it I’d been two inches shorter. That it was only a little snug around the waist was a point of pride. All that cardio wasn’t wasted. My shirt hugged my curves and a few ‘forgotten’ buttons at the top gave a teasing view of what I offered.

A whistle from the door pulled my attention from the mirror. Colin stood there with a smile, eyes hungrily running over me. Seeing his approval sent my spirits souring. Enough that I’d scrap all plans for tonight to spend right here in the bedroom letting him enjoy all my hard work.

That wasn’t going to happen though. As much as I could see his desire, it wasn’t enough for him to act on. Maybe if I hadn’t run him so ragged a few days ago…

“Words fail me.”

Moving over to him, I hung my arms over his shoulders as I pressed against him. “Good thing we don’t need them,” I whispered before kissing him. I melted into him, enjoying the tender touch of his lips. The familiar scent of his cologne surrounded me as my eyes closed. Time slowed as I savored the moment. His hands ran along my back, holding me in his safe arms.

Separating, my eyes never left his. He was only an inch or so taller than me and my chest was filled with warmth as I saw the smile there.

My smile faded as I remembered why I was dressed up. “Maybe we should—”

He cut me off by pressing his lips against my forehead. Running his arms along mine, his hands found mine. “We talked about this. At length.”

“It’s just—”

“Nope,” he said, cutting me off again. “You need this.”

I felt my jaw set as I looked at him. His gaze held no judgment or anger. All I found was love and support.

It made me hate myself even more. He was right. I did need this. Hours spent talking things out as I told him the truth about me. The real me. The me I wanted to be.

After tonight, there would be no going back.

I said nothing as we left the house. Conversation was light, mostly focused on how I felt. Anxious. Terrified.

Excited.

The club was somewhat small, but we enjoyed it. For the first few hours, it was just another night with Colin as we had some drinks and let loose. I was having a blast and I wasn’t the only one.

The evening went on and the crowd began to pick up. Having enough to loosen up, I was enjoying the thumping music. Colin held me close, his hands exploring my body. I felt good. Really good. Colin must have been picking up my vibe because he was more aggressive than I expected.

God, he really knew how to get my engine running. Seeing him standing there with a grin on his face—

Wait.

I blinked a few times, not trusting my eyes.

Yep. Colin was definitely in front of me.

So who was feeling me up?

Pulling away, I spun out of the guy’s grip. He was some drunk rando, a massive grin on his face. Ugh.

Feeling disgusted, I grabbed Colin and dragged him to the bar.

“What?” he asked loudly over the music. I scowled at him as I tried to get the attention of the bartender. Didn’t take long. Less than a minute later, I had another drink.

I shot him a glare.

“Wasn’t that why we came here tonight?”

No. Well, yes. Not like that though! Certainly not with that guy.

God, what was I doing? I focused on my drink as I wrestled with my feelings one more time. The whole purpose of tonight had been forgotten once I got into the groove of things. Just me and Colin having fun. We made it work for years now. Nothing _needed _to change. We were happy. I was happy.

“This guy bothering you?” I looked up and my heart skipped a beat.

Oh wow.

Colin was a solid ten out of ten by any measure. He might lose points for being on the quiet side if that wasn’t what you were into, but from appearance only he had it all. This guy was also a straight ten for all the reasons Colin wasn’t. Cool blue eyes, blond hair, and a build that made you want to cuddle up against that toned muscle.

Turning to face the newcomers, I found myself grinning as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Nope.” I dragged my eyes down and up one more time, biting my lower lip softly. “You on the other hand…” I said with a breathy voice.

He smiled. It was a gorgeous smile. His name was… something. Didn’t really matter. We talked about nothing at all. The conversation didn’t matter. It was a dance of words I was all too happy to dance. A joke would lead to a giggle from me. I playfully slapped at his chest, getting a feel for the firm muscle under his shirt. All of it was to pretend there was something more than the real reason we were talking.

For being so long out of practice, flirting came naturally. I was vaguely aware of Colin floating around behind me. His presence comforted me, freeing me to focus my attention on… uh… Mr. Muscles. I felt in my element. All the doubt and anxiety I wrestled with earlier was gone, replaced by a focus and growing desire for a singular goal.

I wanted to get laid, and Mr. Muscles was my ticket to getting what I wanted.

“Say,” I said, leaning forward as I rested my hand against his inner leg. His eyes went to my hand before meeting my gaze. “Talking here is a bit difficult. How about we find somewhere more private to… talk.”

He grinned and turned to flag the bartender to pay the tab. While he was distracted, I glanced over my shoulder to see Colin watching and suddenly felt myself waiver.

What the hell was I doing?

With a cocky half-smile, he gave me a thumbs up.

A weak smile was my response. Love you, I mouthed before turning away.

My heart was racing, smile growing as Mr. Muscles glanced at me. It was inevitable at this point. We both knew what was about to happen and only the logistics of getting to a new location stood in the way. I was about to fuck this guy and I didn’t even know his name.

That didn’t excite me nearly as much as knowing I was going to do it while Colin watched. So glad he was here with me as I knew I would not have the nerve to do this alone. Was that fucked up? That seemed fucked up.

“Shall we?” he asked, holding out his arm. Smiling, I took it.

Outside was a breath of fresh air. Cool air flooded my lungs, allowing me to think a little clearer. Excitement coursed through me as we walked to the parking lot.

“Dude, what the fuck.” The anger and aggression of Mr. Muscles shocked me out of my thoughts. He pulled away as I turned, marching toward Colin. “You need to back the fuck off. It’s clear she chose someone else.”

“Ah!” I said, quickly stepping in between them. My hands rested on Mr. Muscles as I held him back. “It’s fine! He’s—”

“A creep who is following you.”

“My boyfriend.” It took a second to sink in. “He’s my boyfriend.”

The surprise turned to anger as he turned on to me. “Boyfriend? What the fuck is this?”

“Doesn’t concern you,” I said, standing firm against his anger. Shit. We really didn’t think this through. “The only thing you need to decide is if you want to get laid tonight or not.”

His eyes went from me to Colin, then back to me. He was still upset, but the anger had mostly faded. “Look, you’re fucking hot, but I didn’t sign up for a threesome.”

“You aren’t. It’s just going to be you and me.” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder at Colin. “He’s our ride.”

“For real?” he asked, looking over me.

“Yeah.”

Mr. Muscles looked from Colin to me back to Colin, then settled on me. He let out a huff. “You’re lucky you’re hot. Fine. Whatever. Let’s do this.”

I grinned and the three of us headed to the car. As Colin moved to the front, I felt a pair of hands rest on my waist, holding me back. Glancing, I found Mr. Muscles with a hungry grin.