Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Get Used To It 

Brianna

Since I last had sex with Andrew, I haven't seen him again. He had to leave for work and I just don't really text him in that way, so we haven't really spoken. I know I will see him for work but I don't know how much longer this hook up phase is going to last between us. It works better in London but here, it  just isn't fitting right. Is it the troublemaker's that I want? Andrew is a good, successful, real man and yet I am playing flirty eye with mafias. What the hell is wrong with me?

Jane whined at me for getting spacey, so I snapped out of it and finished my drinks with her. We were over this place and ready to go.

“Say goodbye to Roy.” She nudged me and motioked with her head after we had linked arms, ready to head to the door.

“I am not walking over there with all his random friends.” I shook my head at her, she sucked her teeth but since he was mid conversation laughing with friends, she agreed. We just left without acknowledging him again.

We both ended up getting to a different bar with another of hers. We drank a little more than we should have, getting nice and tipsy. We danced the night away on a random Tuesday night. I ended up getting a text while Jane and I were in the bathroom peeing for like ten minutes.

‘Couldn't even say goodbye, Brianna? My eyes kept looking for you tonight.’ I knew who this text was from even without him addressing himself from this unknown number.

'Are you still looking for me?’ My tipsy ass replied to him, I showed Jane and her friend and they instigated further.

“Yes! Yes?” Jane kept shaking me. The text response came soon after.

'Definitely, where is the pretty Miss. Brianna Fletcher?’ He asked.

“Give him the name of this place, he will come and keep it fun.” Jane was so excited for literally no reason. 

I looked between her and her friend and the girl just kept nodding along with her. Just dancing. I gave Roy the name of the place and put my phone away. If he shows up then sure but if he doesn't then, whatever, I don't care. That was the best way to feel too. I started dancing with the girls and soon after I felt a hand come to the small of my back. When I paused, the hand slid up to my waist and was big enough to cup it well.

“Hey, gorgeous.” I heard the voice of Roy Vortex behind me. I turned but let his hand stay where it was, it grazed over as I turned to him, stopping at my waist again.

“You came?” I smirked.

“Did you think I wouldn't?” He arched his dark brows, I just shrugged and he shook his head, using his hold on my waist to pull me a step closer.

Since it was loud, he had the perfect excuse for leaning in to speak into my ear.

“Darling, if it is you asking, then I am most certainly coming.” He replied.

Always the smooth guy, always knows what to say and I am sure he has had tons of practice.

“Do you want to dance?” He asked, I didn't think too much about it. He took his lip into his mouth and let his eyes drop to check me out again. He took my hips and pulled me another step closer.

I didn't realize how big his hands were until they were gripping my hips. I bit my lips and turned, so my back was against his front. I know how to move my hips, so I just started dancing and he kept up. Jane and her friend ended up pairing off with guys too, so we were all doing our own thing for now. I winked at Jane before I watched her start grinding on her man. How far do I want to take this? I am in the fuck it stage of sad, so fuck it. I pressed a little more against Roy and started dancing sexier than I had been before. His grip tightened and I feku him lean down to bring his lips to my ear.

“You are so damn sexy, Brianna.” He let me know against the shell of it, I glanced up at him from over my shoulder and I could see the lust in his eyes. He kept my body close so he could grind with me.

“You can move your hips.” I said, I noted he wasn't a bad dancer. He flipped me around and pulled me right against him again. 

Now, we were front to front, he had done it so swiftly and I gasped.

“I can move my hips.” He repeated my words but his tone had become thicker, like he was insinuating more than just dancing.

We kept moving closer together and since we were front to front, our face lingered near each other. He is much taller, soi he has to dip his head down. His face was teasing me with how close he was sure to bring himself. With the warmth of the liquor buzzing beneath my flesh, the fuck it attitude and Roy's smooth way about him, I was feeling flirty and mischievous. I let my face come up and linger closer to his. Our noses brushed as I danced against him and his hands started to move away from my hips to around my lower back. He paused a second to see if I would protest him going lower, when I didn't, he brought his hands down to my backside and palmed me there.

“Oh my fucking gosh.” He groaned in my ear, it made me chuckle a little.

“Is something wrong?” I teased him, asking in her ear now.

“No, everything is just right.” He assured me, rubbing over my backside again.

He brought one hand up and smoothed my hair away from my face, moving it away from my neck too. His mouth went lower and he pressed a kiss against my throat, I felt heat coming into my stomach, he took his face away and looked at me. All I did was bite my lips, so he went back. I felt his mouth hot against me, he kissed just below my ear and my eyes fluttered shut. That spot got to me, it was very sensitive. I fisted his shirt which was buttoned down with his sleeves shoved up to his elbow. It wasn't a suit, he just had dark jeans with it.

When he felt me fist his shirt, he knew he just touched me in a good place. He brought his lips back over the spot just below my ear, instead of just planting a kiss, he let his tongue softly caress it before he kissed it again. I shouldn't hook up with my brother's friend, I know this. But yet I am having fun, also honestly, it is my big fuck you Callan for the horrible things he said to me. Does he regret everything with me? Fine, let's see how Roy of the Vortex crime family feels about it. Apparently, mafia dudes are my type. When he pulled his face from the crook of my neck, he was smirking. He wasn't rushing things too far with me, he was very good at teetering the line without making me uncomfortable. I could smell his body wash or something, it was a clean scent that I liked. He complimented my perfume, saying I smelt good against him. I turned again after that and pressed my ass against him to dance on him. We danced and grinned on each other for a while longer, until Jane and her friend were dying for a bathroom break and I parted from him.

“Brianna, I love this, I couldn't stop looking over. Super hot, what is happening over there.” Jane taunted me in the bath when we were alone. She kept poking at me and  making me slap her hand away.

“Are you going home with him tonight because I kind of like my fella outside. I think I am going to hook up tonight.” She let me know.

“I probably shouldn't, I think this fun is enough. I don't want to hook up with him like that.” I shook my head.

“Why?” She didn't let me off the hook. We were at the sinks, washing our hands, so she was looking at me through the mirror.

“I don't like sleeping around, I am not judging you at all by the way. I am not used to it.” I shrugged.

“So get used to it.” She deadpanned. I snorted a laugh but she wasn't kidding.

“Go fuck Roy, Brianna. I have heard good things about him, he won't be a dud.” She assured me. My eyes bulged out of their sockets at her forwardness even though I should be used to it.

“Go fuck Roy, Brianna.” She repeated.