Midnight Fireworks

During the New Year's Eve block party, a chance meeting with the arrogant brother of one her former boyfriends leads Leanne into a dark alley and an encounter that ends in more than one kind of fireworks.

Excerpt:
Crowds are great for getting lost in, even when you don't mean to.

This time, I was getting lost on purpose. I was wallowing in champagne and self-pity, wishing I'd never let my friends talk me into going to the New Year's Eve block party with them. It's not that I don't love hanging out with them under normal circumstances, but being the only single person among four couples is awkward as hell.

Worse was the fact that they were all so deliriously happy, they had determined that they must find a guy for me tonight, so that I could be the same as them.

I didn't want a boyfriend or even to date. My last two attempts at both had been a disaster, when the 'nice' guys that I'd hooked up with had turned out to be selfish pricks. Both in bed and out of it.

It had been a very long time since I'd had an orgasm with anything other than my vibrator—or my fingers — inside me. So long that I was beginning to think that the last occurrence had been nothing but a heated fantasy.

Not reality.

Being away from my friends meant that I could look to get laid. There would be having to assess a guy for boyfriend potential—or worse yet, hearing his potential being debated by the crowd—leaving me free to just focus on the physical.

I moved into a group of dancers, letting the rhythm control the way my body swayed and more than once, found myself brushing close to a hard, aroused male body. Most were nothing more than a fleeting contact, almost like a quickie through clothing, and only heightened my horniness rather than helping to sate it.

Then one man with a particularly nice cock stayed close a little longer than the others, his strong, muscular arm snaking around my waist to hold me against him. We swayed together for several moments, finding a matching rhythm for the grinding of our bodies, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning, though I knew that the crowd was so loud around us that no one would be able to hear me.

I didn't know if I was getting wetter because of my dance partner, or if my hormones were finally getting the best of me, but at the moment, I didn't care.

This was my best prospect of the night, so far.

Then I turned and caught sight of his face, and it was nearly enough to kill all desire.

Tom. The older brother of the last guy I had dated. Complete asshole and man-whore. It had been sheer coincidence that I'd met him at all, since my relationship with his brother had not progressed to the point that it would be considered appropriate for me to meet his family.

Tom hadn't cared about that. Or anything except for what he had wanted in the moment, and had tried his best to grope me one night in his brother's apartment while Allen was in the bathroom. I'd known then that he was trouble.

But tonight, trouble was what I was looking for.