Margo's Night (Interracial Erotica) by Violet Williams Page A

could hear her over the booming music.
    "K,” Liz answered, not even giving her a second glance. She was already scoping out the place for prey. “I'll watch your drink."
    Really, Margo just wanted some space, especially when the cute bartender made his way toward the end of the bar where the three of them were huddled. It was too early in the night and she was way too sober to watch him flirt with Liz. And Kerry was already snuggling up to some hipster dude that was double fisting PBR.
    She wheeled around and let out a gasp as she collided with a guy a few feet behind her. When his hand, holding a Budweiser, jerked to the right, she just knew she was about to start a brawl, but no liquid erupted from the spout. She let out a sigh of relief that became a groan when she saw the agitated guy's expression.
    "Sorry," she said quickly. "I-"
    "No problem," he said smoothly. He wore a baseball cap that shielded most of his face, but when he tilted his head upward, all the heat that burned in her face rushed to her core. He had sharp, attractive features, milky white skin and thick lips that were made for kissing. And she’d just made a hell of a first impression.
    She gulped. "I, uh...bathroom." Really, Margo? Really?!
    "Don't let me stop you," he grinned. He scanned her body and licked his lips. "Feel free to bump into me anytime."
    His words sent a lash of want stretching across Margo's bare skin as she paused. He was flirting with her.
    Really.
    Truly.
    Her eyes shot downward and went as round as full moons when she hit his crotch. His pants were cowboy tight, the curve of his erection a flashing sign of his desire. She wanted to do something bold, step forward ‘til he pressed against her and tell him to hold that thought. Maybe even grind against him a little ‘til she felt his cock dance against her.
    She blushed at her brazen thoughts. She was never so horny, so Girls Gone Wild , but it had been a while since a guy had flirted with her that she’d actually been attracted to as well. She wanted to bat her eyes, show some interest.
    Instead, she just let out a squeak and booked it to the bathroom.
    Stupid, stupid, stupid , she scolded herself as she breezed into the bathroom, the door shutting behind her with a deadening thud. As she moved to the sink, she found the finality of the sound did nothing to curb the longing that the baseball cap guy evoked. She didn't know what turned her on more--his thick lips, the way he stared at her, or the visible effect she had on him.
    She flipped on the water and pushed her body against the porcelain sink, the bundle of nerves inside her igniting as she pretended the stiffness was him. She clutched the sides of the basin, rocking nice and slow as the music drifted into the room. Could he dance? If she walked up to him and asked, would he say yes?
    She jetted her hands beneath the water and as the cool spread across her skin, she let herself hope. It hadn't been in her head. He was into her.
    Quieting the voice that told her he was looking for his right now and not a happily ever after, Margo grabbed a paper towel and cast a final glance at her reflection before she pushed back into the club.
    She saw Liz and Kerry, already surrounded by a group of admirers. The guy she'd run into stood off to the side, just chilling and taking it all in. If she dared approach him, he was making it real easy by not rolling deep. She could take a chance, or spend the night watching her friends get all the attention.
    She pushed her shoulders back and stood tall, summoning a bit of courage as she moved through the crowd, stopping just beside the guy. She tapped him on the shoulder.
    He turned around, a sly smile creeping across his face. "What's up?"
    Margo licked her lip, tossing her thick, curly hair as she got him in her sights. "Wanna dance?"
    ***
    Some Lady Gaga tune poured from the speakers as Margo led her guy to the floor. Usually, it took several drinks to make her so bold, to make her