CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
HANDS OFF WHAT’S MINE
CATCH
I tore through the crowd halting before Bianca and her friends. Romeo and Rémy approached Asia.
“It appears we have a deadly problem,” I spat, anger coursing through my veins.
There was a cocky yet friendly smirk on the guy’s face.
"You're holding onto something that only belongs to me," I growled.
Those around us continued dancing but didn’t turn their eyes away from what was unfolding.
“Bianca, and I go way back,” the man stated.
Rage crept higher up my back. “I don’t give a fuck. Get your fucking hands off my fiancée.”
“Murf?” Bianca said as she removed his hands from her waist.
“That won’t save him, bombshell,” I snarled.
She turned to the side and her eyes moved between us. “This is my fiancé, Catch.”
His brows rose. “Bianca, you were supposed to wait for me.”
Her eyes widened. “Fucking stop with the jokes.”
My hand curled around her arm pulling her back as I stepped toe to toe with Murf.
“She’s fucking mine,” I bit out.
“You should rethink what you said because I’m two seconds away from snapping your neck on this dance floor,” I warned.
“Bro, what’s your deal?” He shook his head.
“I’ve known Bianca since we were kids. My cousin dated Asia. I always had a thing for Bianca but never told her. Only because she immediately friend zoned me. My cousin and I moved to Vegas a year ago. Imagine my surprise when I see the girl of my dreams miles away from where we’re from. I took it as a sign.”
My hand curled the front of his button up shirt. “I don’t give a fuck what you felt for her. I don’t play well with others when it comes to her.”
Bianca placed her hand on my arm. “Please, Catch, let it go. Murf is a friend.”
Slowly, I released his shirt. This woman could possibly stop me from chopping a motherfuckers head off seconds away from his death.
“Simone,” Bianca called out.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Will you flag down a waitress? We need a round of drinks.” Bianca flashed an awkward grin.
“Sure,” she yelled over the music.
“Congratulations, Catch.” Murf said, extending his hand. “You’re a lucky man.”
I placed my hand in his as a devilish smirk hit my lips. My hand squeezed his as I pulled him close. “We’re not cool after that stunt you pulled. She’s my fucking fiancée,” I yelled in his ear.
“I have no problem ending those who think they can come between us,” I snapped.
He inched backward and I released his hand.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Murf shouted, his voice cutting through the music.
Snaking an arm around Bianca’s waist, I smiled. “You’re right. I’m crazy for her.”
Bianca’s eyes narrowed, and I caught the flicker of hurt in them. Shit, I was ruining her night.
I sighed as my eyes fell on her friend. “Murf, I want to see my woman happy. Catch up with Bianca and the girls.”
If I learned he flirted with Bianca after I left the dance floor, I’d make sure his disappearance was swift and conveniently timed before the honeymoon.
He exhaled, tension melting from his shoulders. “Cool.
Bianca cupped my cheek, her touch soft and grounding. “Thank you.”
My lips took hers in a wild needy frenzy. Fuck, I wanted her in my bed tonight, but I knew I’d have to wait until after the wedding ceremony tomorrow.
Reluctantly, I pulled away and stepped off the dance floor.
“Drinks for Simone,” the waitress hollered.
“Yup, that’s us,” I said, fishing four crisp hundred-dollar bills from my pocket and pressing them into her hand.
Her smile widened. “Thanks so much.”
“You’re welcome,” I replied, grabbing a glass of whiskey from the tray.
Ezra, Romeo, and Rémy walked toward me. My cousin hadn’t left the dance floor. His lips were glued to Tori’s. He was such a goner for her. I smiled.
She was the reason I met the love of my life.
I gulped the whiskey welcoming the burn.
“Catch,” I heard a familiar voice.
My eyes narrowed at her. “What’s up?”
Her long lashes lowered, then flew open. “Come with me.”
Bianca threaded our fingers and led me away from our friends.
She maneuvered through the mass of people, her determination pushing her forward until she reached the door to the men's restroom. With a nudge from her hip, she swung the door open.
“Bianca, what are you doing?” I questioned.
Several men turned their heads to look at us from their spots at the urinals.
“Lucky man,” one of them whispered.
I couldn't help but smile as Bianca pulled me into the final stall.
“Bianca, what’s wrong?” I asked as I locked the door.
“Catch, twice tonight, you demonstrated your ability to control your anger," she remarked.
Bianca gathered a handful of paper toilet seat covers and placed them on the ground in front of me. She then began to lower herself onto them, but I stopped her.
"No, Bombshell," I said, pulling her back up. I took off my suit jacket and carefully placed it on top of the seat covers.
I peeked into her teary eyes.
“God, you’re my dream man,” she gushed.
My heart swelled in my chest at her words. “I’d do anything for you.”
She nodded. “I know.”
Bianca sank to her knees and unleashed my cock. The silver piercing glistened under the recessed lighting.
She fisted my cock while she held my gaze. “Fuck, I love your dick,” she moaned before her tongue slipped over the head, slurping the precum.
I grabbed her hand and brought it to my mouth, brushing my lips over the huge diamond on her finger.
“That’s right beautiful suck my cock good,” I groaned.
Bianca’s free hand splayed my stomach as the other slipped up and down my shaft. Her mouth slid up and down my dick with ease.
“Bianca, damn baby, I love watching you take my cock in your perfect mouth.” My fingers tangled in her hair as I pushed my shaft deeper into her throat. The feeling of my piercing in her throat sent shivers through my body.
“Bombshell, I’m about to come,” I managed to grit out between clenched teeth.
Her hand worked on my balls as she maintained eye contact with me. My narrowed gray eyes focused on her as I released my load into her throat. I pulled her head back slightly, placing the tip of my dick against her plump lower lip.
I loved how my cock looked against her lips. Bianca kissed the piercing before I pulled her to her feet.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
She pressed my suit jacket against my chest. “I’m perfect. I’ll be even better after our wedding when your deep inside my pussy.”
I removed the jacket from her grip, then shrugged it on. “Oh, baby, you know I can’t wait for that.”
My hand slid under her dress as I backed her against the wall.
“Yes, please touch my pussy. I need your hands badly,” she whispered.
I smirked. “Soon to be wife, I need to watch you come all over my fingers.”
Nipping at her lower lip, I watched her eyelids lower as I slid two fingers along her folds, then massaged her nub.
“Callum, yes, please let me come.”
I captured her lips. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of her lips. “How long had you been wet for me?”
“Since I woke up from my long nap,” she admitted.
I inched back staring down at her. “Good, sounds like this orgasm will get you through the night. If you’d like I can come over to your suite in the morning, join you in the shower, and eat your pussy while blindfolded.” I vigorously circled her clit with my thumb.
“Yes, please,” she begged. “I never knew how it felt to be pleased before you.”
She only wanted my hands, tongue, and dick. That was the biggest compliment.
“I’m the only man who gets this sweet pussy forever.”
Bianca's head collided with the stall wall as she gripped my arms. “Callum,” she shouted.
Her body convulsed and her hands tightened their hold as her orgasm hit, causing her to buck against my hand.
As she came down from her orgasm high, I held her in my arms. After cleaning her up we exited the stall.
A few guys at the sink clapped.
“Way to go man,” one of them said.
I smirked as I led Bianca out of the restroom.
“Hey you?” I heard a familiar voice to my left.
The red head twirled a lock of hair around her finger.
“Shit,” I muttered.
Bianca snatched her hand out of mine and halted beside me glaring at the woman. “Who the fuck are you?”