Free More Than Okay by T.T. Kove Page A

together.  
    “You look stunning tonight, love,” Tarjei yelled at me so I’d hear him over the music.  
    “Thanks!” I grinned and swung in towards him again. “You’re not looking so bad yourself.”  
    We scanned the club for Yvonne and Jo once the song ended and found that they’d actually found us a table. We made our way over there, and received our drinks. Jo had bought me a mojito now, since this bar did not know how to make a frozen margarita.  
    “Let’s go to the toilet!” Yvonne called. I nodded and she yelled to the lads where we were going.  
    We went into the same stall as we got there, both since the other was taken, and because we tended to do that when we were out drinking. The music wasn’t as ear-shattering loud in the toilet either.  
    “Seriously, Christina, you’re chance is right here. You got to take it.” Yvonne finishing peeing, then flushed the toilet before she pulled her dress down into place. I did my business as well, because why not? We were already there, and alcohol tended to go straight through me.  
    “Yvonne, seriously—”
    “I mean it! He couldn’t take his eyes off of you when you were dancing with Tarjei. He’s as obsessed about you as you are with him, girl. He left work early just to celebrate your birthday with you. That says everything.” Yvonne pointed at me as she said it. “I got some shots in him earlier, he’s got another beer. I say you take him to the men’s toilet, get his cock out, your knickers off, and bang him.”  
    The simple thought of Jo’s cock made my body react. I brushed my dress down, almost like I was afraid it would show. Of course it didn’t. The dress might be tight, but it wasn’t like the evidence of my desire would ever show like it did for blokes.  
    I didn’t answer, but Yvonne’s expression was knowing. We washed our hands, then headed back out. The table they’d found for us was up in the corner with the sofas, and I slid down next to Jo. Yvonne dragged Tarjei with her out onto the dance-floor. I suspected it was to give us privacy, and I was both happy about it and panicked.  
    Jo was smiling at me. “Have you had a good day so far?” He leaned in close to me, so he didn’t have to shout. He was so close I could smell his cologne, even in the crowded, stuffy club smelling of beer and alcohol and sweat.  
    “I have. Went out with the family for dinner, then Yvonne and I started drinking back home before we went out.” The family consisted of my brother, little sister, my cousin and my uncle. We all lived with my uncle, who’d taken us in when our dad killed himself.  
    We talked for a bit longer, but I couldn’t even remember what it was about, because his hand was suddenly on my thigh. I wasn’t wearing a pantyhose, so his palm was rubbing right on my bare skin. His hand started inching up, reaching the hem of my dress, and then slipping under.  
    My breath hitched, then my heart started beating twice as quickly as it had before. I turned my head, found his face right there as he’d been talking in my ear, and I kissed him. And best of all, he kissed me back. His stubble raked my chin, but that lent to the eroticism of it all. His hand was all the way under my dress now, rubbing against the front of my fanny. My knickers were still on, but that didn’t detract from it at all. I could practically feel myself dripping.  
    I wrapped one arm around his shoulders while we continued to kiss, while I moved the other down to run over the front of his jeans. He was hard. I pressed my palm against the hard length trapped beneath the course fabric. Damn it all, but Yvonne was right for once.  
    We ended up in the men’s toilet. It was empty when we got there, thankfully, and we locked ourself in one of the two stalls. If I’d been a bit more sober, I would’ve probably thought it tacky to shag in a toilet in a club, that was more Yvonne’s style, but I wanted him so much. I’d take him anywhere. He