Free Kiss Me Deadly by Mahalia Levey

swaying them in time with her body.
    Catalina and Dominique mirrored her actions while Carrie stood watching them. Aside from music, she loved belly dancing, the one remaining part of her heritage she remembered as a child. The three slid across the floor, their flowing, sinuous movements an interpretation of the lyrics and melody. She wondered what Jimmy thought, standing to the side with the others. Sameera broke into shimmies and isolated muscle articulates. The vibrating of her body creating depth of textured movements. The pulsating beat slowed and the girls followed suit, rocking and tilting their hips as they moved around one another. The body paint on them showed the crowd their dance. As the song tapered off a fast beat rave song picked up. They left the center of the floor to whistles and catcalls.
    The shot girl passed by again and the girls bought a few rounds.
    “That was amazing. I think Jimmy came on himself.” Carrie laughed.
    “Eww.” Sam took the shots and handed them around. “To dance.” The girls drained their shots. “Let’s go to the bar and have some real drinks and chat.” Sam wanted to pick a spot at the bar and watch Midian, Vin, Major, Shea and Jimmy dance. Who said rock stars couldn’t move.
    A group of guys came to the bar. Sam smiled politely, but brushed them off. She sipped her drink and ordered another.
    “I’m going to go dance with my man. Feel free to join us, ladies.” Carrie took her drink to the floor and plastered herself to Shea.
    “I’ll get down with Midian.” Dominique licked her lips. “That cuppa is my tall kinda drink of man.”
    “Is the rule we can’t fuck your band mates still in effect?” Catalina asked.
    “Fuck, I don’t care. Go for it.” Sam slid off the bar stool with Catalina. She watched her friend sandwich herself between Major and Vin. Jimmy looped arm around her waist, drawing her into his arms. They didn’t speak a word. Sam tossed her hair over her shoulder, moving to the music. Years of watching him dance played off, she anticipated how his body would move, and she’d follow. Sweat covered his skin and she wanted to lick the moisture off him inch by inch. She fooled herself into believing they could be friends. Friends didn’t want the things she fantasized about. With a groan, she moved out of his arms, needing to cool off and get the impression of his solid cock coming into contact with her ass out of her head.
    Sweat dripped from her brow. She swiped the moisture away with the back of her hand while moving toward the bar. “Can I get a drink?”
    “Make that two.” Jimmy spoke behind her.
    “Cock blocker,” Sam muttered under her breath and plucked a napkin from the bar to wipe down the back of her neck.
    “Tease.” Jimmy plucked the paper from her fingers. He splayed a hand on her hip and ghosted the abrasive napkin over her pebbled skin. “Can’t have you overheating, can we?” The bartender placed the cups in front of them. Jimmy scooped a piece of ice and ran the cube down her spine.
    “Jimmy.” His name came out of her lips in a husky moan. Lips followed the trail the ice left. Sameera grabbed her drink and guzzled to keep from perishing of want.
    Ignore the urge to give in. Ignore the urge to give in.
    The words played over in her mind, a new mantra. Jimmy nipped her skin and stepped back. He grabbed his drink and took a sip. Sameera imagined he wore his signature smirk. His hand stayed on her hip, his thumb rubbing against her side.
    “Hey, guys. I don’t know about you, but I am starving. Pizza or Chinese or even Waffle House?” Catalina screamed over the music.
    “Where are Dominique and Carrie?” Sameera slapped Jimmy’s possessive hand away. She looked to the crowd, her eyes locked on Shea heading their way with Carrie draped over his shoulder. When they reached the table, she reached out and licked Carrie’s outer arm. “Vodka Jello?”
    “Crazy like her sister.”
    “I just won two hundred bucks.”