Free Convincing Constance (The Blow Hole Boys) by Tabatha Vargo Page B

band T-shirt that fell off the shoulder, revealing soft skin that begged to be kissed.
    The club we went to after dinner had a kickass VIP section that we soon filled with people. Chet had t wo girls on his lap, while Finn was too busy drinking himself stupid. I sat across from Constance and watched as some asshole tried to flirt with her. She wasn’t having it.
    Every time he tried to get close, she’d move away. He was too drunk to even notice she wasn’t interested. I was seconds away from going over and telling him to get lost when she stood and walked away from him. I stayed seated as she left the VIP section and headed toward the back of the bar. Men turned and looked at her , prompting me to follow her. If someone tried to pull some shit, at least I could knock someone the fuck out.
    She disappeared into the women’s bathroom and I stood outside the door and waited for her to come out. Seconds turned into minutes, and five minutes turned into ten. I was starting to worry. No one had come out or gone in, and although I knew it was stupid, I opened the bathroom door and stepped in.
    The room was lined with hot-pink stalls. I walked down the line of stalls until I came to one that was half closed. Peeking beneath, I saw her black boots.
    “Constance?” I asked.
    My voice echoed throughout the room.
    She threw the door open , staring back at me with wide eyes.
    “What are you doing in here? This is the chick bathroom .”
    “I was worried about you. I saw you come in here and you’ve been in here a while. Are you okay?”
    She looked tired.
    “Yeah. I’ve just got a headache. I didn’t want to fuck up everyone else’s party, so I came in here to get away from the noise for a bit.”
    I reached out and grabbed her arm. She flinched before relaxing.
    “Come on. Let’s go back to the hotel. I’m not really feeling tonight either.”
    I was surprised she didn’t argue. Instead, she came out and walked beside me as we went back to the VIP section and told Finn and Chet we were leaving.
    The ride back to the hotel , I couldn’t help myself. I stared at her from across the car. My eyes filled themselves with Constance from her head to her full breasts and flat stomach to her thick thighs. She met my eyes occasionally, and I’d smile before she turned to look out the window again.
    The tension in the car was thick and I wondered if she felt it, too.
    I followed behind her and climbed on the elevator. She looked over at me when she pressed the number twenty-one for the top floor, and we smiled at each other. I could see it in her eyes; she was thinking about being stuck on the elevator with me. I was thinking the same thing.
    It was wrong, but I was silently praying the elevator would stop and give me time with her. It was just my luck that the fucking thing worked and the doors opened on our floor. I followed her off and walked her to her room.
    “Thanks,” she said as she turned away and pulled out her room card.
    She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it from her face as she stuck the card in its slot and waited for the light to blink green. Her hair teased me, bouncing up and down , barely touching the sweet swell of her ass. Without thinking, I reached out and filled my hands with her hair. She turned quickly and looked up at me with wide eyes.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    I didn’t answer. Instead , I pulled her to me, and kissed her. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me back. I pressed my body into hers, trapping her between me and the door.
    “You feel so good ,” I said against her mouth.
    Reaching up the back of her hair, I pulled , making her look up and giving me free rein over her neck. I licked and sucked until her taste filled my mouth completely. I’d lost all sense of everything. All I could think about was stripping her down and losing myself in her.
    She pressed against me and the sweet noises she made only made it worse. Pulling away from her, I looked down