The Club

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Chapter Seven

I wore a dress that was way too short as I walked out of Soho station. I had not been on a date in so long. Me and Tami broke up about eighteen months ago and we barely dated before then either. I put my hair up on the top of my head, curls everywhere. I looked over at the shop opposite the station. God this man. Wyatt was leaning against the shop, his eyes on his phone. He looked divine, a dark shirt and dark jeans, the same colour as his eyes. I moved closer to him, my hand on his arm.

“Hi,” I smiled.

“Gabby,” his shoulders dropped. “You came.” I moved my head back, giggling.

“As if I was going to stand you up. Be real.” I kissed his cheek. “Let’s go,” I grabbed his hand, pulling him along.

“I love your dress and your hair.” He smiled at me as we crossed the road.

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad either.” I pulled him into the dark bar on the back street. It was sleazy, dirty and full of every single type of person. We walked down the stairs, the red mood light turning me on already. Our hands were still entwined and I pushed him into a red booth.

“Drink?” I asked him.

“I’ll get it.” He went to stand and I put my hand on his shoulder.

“No, I’m taking you out remember? What drink do you want?”

“A brandy coke would be great.” He smiled, sitting back down. I went to the bar and got our drinks, a shot of vodka each as well. I had a feeling Wyatt needed alcohol in him pronto. I put the tray of drinks on the table, scooting in next to him. I passed him the shot and he downed it in one. Yep, I was right. I did my shot, turning to him.

“This place is sleazy. I think my jeans are sticking to the chair.” He laughed as I put his hand on my thigh.

“Yeah probably,” I laughed, grabbing my drink. “So I’m desperate to know all about Wyatt.” I lent back, taking a sip of my drink.

“What do you want to know?” He shrugged.

“What’s your surname?” I asked, smiling.

“Cruz,” he said quietly.

“That’s not English.” I chuckled, watching him.

“No, my dad is from the Philippines.” He looked over at me. I chuckled, moving closer.

“You do not look Filipino.” My brow crossed.

“No, I don’t.” He smiled. “I’m just my mum’s twin I suppose. What’s yours?” He took a gulp of his drink, his thumb rubbing against my thigh.

“Carter-Brown.” I smiled.

“Where’s your parents from?” He put his drink on the table, moving his body to face me.

“St Kitts. Well my mum was born here, my dad was born there.” I shrugged.

“Have you been?”

“As a child yeah, not in a while though. Have you been to the Philippines?” I asked him.

“Yeah, my dad lives there so I usually go once a year. It’s harder now that I have my shop.” He shrugged, looking down.

“What shop?” I moved closer to him, wrapping my leg over his lap. He looked at it and then me, smiling.

“My tattoo shop. I have my own place.” He looked painfully shy and I moved my head to look at him straight on.

“Wow! That’s amazing. How long have you had your own shop?” I was definitely impressed.

“Three years.” His face was still low. I took a deep breath in, moving my leg off him. Wyatt looked up, his face confused.

“Are you actually going to talk to me?” I tried to laugh but my irritation was clearly coming through. I get he was shy but my back was hurting from carrying this conversation.

“I am,” his brow crossed. I moved my head to the side.

“Yeah, barely.” I laughed. “I can go?” I moved my thumb to the door. Maybe he was regretting this. Wyatt grabbed my cheek, moving me closer to him.

“Don’t do that. Sorry. I’m so shit at this, I want to talk to you but I can’t think of the life of me something to fucking say.” His face was crinkled and he looked down.

“Who fucked you up?” I laughed, this wasn’t normal first date shyness. He let go of my face, moving his head back.

“It’s a long story.” His face was down again.

“Tell me, let me understand you because it’s really hard not to take this personally.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Gabby, fuck off come on. You know how much I like you.” I swallowed hard. Did I know that? “It’s a complicated story I don’t want to bore you with. But me and my ex split up for a reason.” He drained his glass.

“What did she do to you?” I asked. He was looking straight and I wiggled closer to him, grabbing his hand.

“I don’t want to talk about it. But it just fucked up my confidence, that’s all. The only two things I know I’m good at is tattooing and fucking so.” He shrugged.

“Come,” I whispered in his ear, pulling him out of the booth. I walked him down the dirty hallway, opening a door on the side. I knew what was in there and as I pulled him in I locked the door.

“Gabby,” he let out a breath as he looked around the dirty stockroom.

“Shush.” I pushed him against the wall, I finally got a chuckle out of him and I whispered in his ear as I undid his jeans.

“Let me get rid of your nerves.” I took a deep breath, my own nerves kicking in. “I want you to know you’re sexy as fuck and have the sweetest personality. If I didn’t like you I wouldn’t be here.” I pushed down his jeans, his hands going to my face. “So, secret time.” I looked back and his eyebrow was raised. “I’ve never fucked someone more than once at a club.” I confessed.

“I’m lucky then,” he smiled, one of his hands going down to my cleavage.

“Have you?” I asked.

“Nope.” He kissed my cheek and my heart was at risk of escaping. I had a funny feeling in my stomach. Shit I did really like this dude. “I also have never kissed anyone who I wasn’t in a relationship with, club or no club,” I said, swallowing hard.

“So when I asked you, do you kiss why did you say yes?” His hand was down my dress, his thumb on my nipple.

“Because I wanted to kiss you.” I shrugged. “I was drawn to you. I’m not sure why.” I ran my hand over his erection in his boxers.

“Me too,” he whispered, kissing my jaw.

“Did that make you feel better?” I asked him, he nodded, looking down at me.

“It did, I need to do this first though.” He pulled down my knickers, letting my step out of them. I giggled as he picked me up, pushing his own boxers to his knees. My legs went around his waist and I could feel his throbbing dick against my pussy. I was soaking already and when Wyatt turned around and slammed me against the wall I was moaning. One of his arms was around my lower back, holding me up. His other hand pushed my face down to his.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked on his lips.

“Most definitely.” He smiled, pushing his hips forward, his dick slowly going into me. I bit his bottom lip as he filled me, his dick perfect inside of me. Wyatt was slow as he pushed into me, my back gently hitting the wall. I put my hand around his throat, knowing he liked that.

“Fuck me hard Wyatt,” I mumbled, my lips on his cheek.

“Anything for you Gabby.” His voice was low and it made my eyes roll in the back of my head, smashing it against the wall. My hand around his throat was tight as he fucked me harder, not all of his dick inside me. I let out a tiny groan, my eyes shutting as my pussy tensed. This man could make me cum every time, I used to think it took me fucking ages to cum, not since I met Wyatt. I slapped his shoulder with my other hand, laughing and moaning at the same time.

“Oh my god!” I cried, way too loud. I pushed his face up by his throat, smashing my forehead on his. “I’m cumming,” I whispered.

“Me too.” He kissed my lips, shutting his eyes. I rode my orgasm, biting into my bottom lip. “Gabby, fuck.” His head went back and I felt his dick pulse inside of me.

“I’ll meet you at the table,” I said as he let me down. I needed to clean myself up as soon as possible. Wyatt nodded, kissing my lips gently.

“Thanks Gabby.” He smiled on my lips.

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