So, let's just say I couldn't keep this away from you any longer.. *clears throat*
Grab your fans, it's going to get hot in here.
Sure, effects of my alcoholic beverages kicked in.
A little.
It left me hot and tingly inside, and a little more careless than I usually am.
But even with all that in mind, I was still shocked to hear the words come out of my mouth.
"Fucking finally." I muttered when the door opened and revealed Sapphire.
She stood with her back against the now closed door, hands behind her with a gorgeous grin on her face.
The giggle that followed was one full of mischief.
Sex personified. That was how I would have described her in that moment.
Her shiny, dark hair loose around her upper body, half of it covering the exposed skin of her cleavage and arms.
Sapphire was still wearing her outfit from on stage. The top and the way her tits were pushed up only let my eyes wander and my throat dry.
She was still wearing the boots. How the fuck did she even manage to walk in those things?
"Nice to see you, too." She laughed and walked in my direction, her eyes fluttering somewhere behind the little bar.
She walked over to me and took my hand, forcing me to stand up. I looked down at her, the question marks present in my eyes.
"Sit here," she nodded to the uttermost right corner of the velvet couch and pushed me down on it. I was surprised, so my back hit the soft material rather hard.
"Oops," she giggled when she leaned over me. I didn't even hear the stupid music on the background. I only saw her, I only heard her.
"Camera almost can't spot a thing from here. It's a little trick I've learned." Bella said.
"From who?" I wondered briefly.
"Irina."
"Why would she have to know that?"
Bella shot me a look.
"Really? You've met her, right?" I nodded.
"She doesn't exactly put the 'dance' in private dance, Good Guy."
Oh.
"Do you do that?" The words exited my mouth and I immediately regretted them.
Bella let out a hearty laugh.
"Hell no, what do you think I am, Mr. Cullen?" The little pose with her hands on her hips made me chuckle.
Mr. Cullen. I suppressed a groan.
"Tell me who you are," I played, twirling a lock of her hair between my fingers. It was so soft.
"You know who I am." She said and leaned down unzipping the knee-length leather boots.
"I know who you are, but I don't know who you are." I tried to explain. She looked up at me, mid-unzipping her shoes and rolled her eyes.
"Stick around to find out," she winked.
My eyes followed her movements, but got caught on her ass on the way back to her face. Buzzed Edward let himself ogle the girl all he wanted, and I didn't care enough to push him away.
I just let him.
"You're awfully talkative tonight," the gleam in her eyes and the quick look at my almost empty glass told me she knew.
"I'm celebrating." I said dumbly.
Bella arched a brow, kicking off the boots and flexing her toes with a little moan.
My pants just got tighter.
Is it hot in here?
"Tell me, Good Guy." She walked back over to me and started to move, her hips swaying, hypnotizing me until she was so close that I could smell her sultry perfume.
"She's getting the papers. At her boyfriend's place." I spat out the words with a huge smile on my face. I couldn't help myself. Buzzed Edward could steal the show tonight.
"She legit has a boyfriend?" Bella asked and eyed the camera again before she placed her knees on either side of me, her skin never touching the fabric of my jeans.
"Uhuh," I breathed.
Her arms were around my neck, she was playing with the short hairs there. It almost made me want to purr out of excitement.
"Congratulations," she smiled and looked me over appreciatively.
"What?" I asked.
Sapphire shrugged.
"Your hair looks fucking good," she smiled.
"You look fucking good." I blurted back, warmth flooding from my neck all the way to the tips of my ears.
Stupid liquor.
She bit her lip.
"Thank you," Bella said softly, casting her eyes down as she played with a frayed, slightly bigger hole in her fishnets.
"For what?"
"For being normal, you know. For being a great person."
"Bella," I breathed.
She seemed startled that I used her real name, brown eyes meeting mine.
"You have no idea, do you?" She asked, letting out a humorless laugh.
"You haven't gotten a single clue as to how fucking amazing you are. About how every girl in here looks at you like you're a bucket of iced water in the desert, how big and golden your heart is and…" she let out a deep sigh and let her legs relax a little, her backside resting on the tops of my thighs.
Please don't feel my hard-on.
I felt myself get even more flushed.
"What is it?" I questioned.
Fucking lip bite again.
"I can barely contain myself, Good Guy. I find it extremely hard to keep my hands off you, I'm sorry." She said. I felt her starting to pull away from me but I stopped her and put my hands around her forearms, my thumbs brushing her soft skin.
"Then don't." It barely louder than a whisper, but she heard anyway.
"You're married, I can't be that girl." She shook her head convincingly.
"You would never be that girl, Isabella Swan." I assured her, running up my hand up her arm. She closed her eyes at my touch, I stopped.
"Having fun, yet?" I asked, since she was the one to initiate this whole private dance tonight.
She nodded.
"You're not dancing though." I joked and cocked my head to the side to see into her brown eyes.
"I thought you wanted to talk. It's why I made you sit in this corner," she said slyly.
"Are you happy when you dance?"
"Yeah, I love to dance. Turns everything off for a while." Bella explained. I smiled at her enthusiasm.
"Then dance."
"Good Guy, are you asking me for a lap dance?" She narrowed her eyes at me.
I shrugged, trying to hide my grin.
"Gee, you really dove into the scotch, didn't you? Who knew that was what you needed to loosen up?" She giggled.
"Hey, I'm not drunk." I frowned.
"I know, but you're cute when you're tipsy."
"I get why Aro threw in this dance for free," I bluffed and tried to look defeated.
"Oh, you fucking bastard!" She laughed.
"I'll give you what you didn't pay for. And then some," she pushed herself off me and I immediately ached for her to be closer again.
Her sexy, little ass swayed as she walked over to wall behind the bar and clicked some buttons on the little screen until the music changed.
Low, heavy beats filled up the space and I could suddenly hear it crystal clear.
It was all Sapphire again, moving graciously and intensely erotic, even on her sock clad feet.
Her eyes never left mine as she contorted her body in the most sensual way, her confidence and beauty sending shivers down my spine. She was all body rolls and teased relentlessly as she ran her hands over her lace covered breasts, her belly and over her hips. She sank down to the floor, arching her back and throwing her head back as she bent her knees, right on cue with the beat before she spun around and started crawling over to my spot on the couch.
She put one knee on the armrest of the couch and one arm on the back, so close I could feel her warmth in the back of my neck. Sapphire ran her other hand down my chest while her upper body hovered close. Her hand trailed way down, and her breath in my neck make my hairs stand on end when she reached my belt. She giggled, her hair covering my shoulder as she moved her hand back higher again. It made me let out the gulp of breath I was holding.
I didn't know what I was doing, or where it came from.
You do know. It's the one too many drink.
I turned my body, facing Sapphire as she was perched on the armrest with one balled fist on my chest and held her by the back of her neck.
I pulled her face down.
I looked for a sign. The flashing, red, neon 'no' sign.
I didn't see it.
I kissed her, like it was the last thing I would ever do.
She didn't seem shocked.
She seemed into it.
Sapphire's lips molded to mine, so soft and warm. All of her invaded my senses.
The hand on the back of her neck, her fist grabbing at the fabric of my shirt, the soft whimper coming out of her mouth, the racing of my heart and the alarm bells going off somewhere in the back of my mind that I shouldn't be doing this. Bella smashed the ringing of the bells the second her tongue darted out and she bit my lower lip playfully.
Then she pulled away, my breaths shallow and mind foggy.
"Time's up, Good Guy." She said, her voice low and eyes dark.
There, I posted it. I was nervous for this one... So, don't be mad at Good Guy. This was all me...