Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
XANDER
B efore either of us can respond, shrill screams cut through the chaos, and within mere blinks Sasha, Gem, and Mia are pushing me out of the way as they clamor to get to London. They must have teleported across the bar. I cover my ears as they scream, hug, jump, and scream some more, all talking over each other in their excitement.
Sasha squeezes London’s arm. “Oh my gosh, I didn't think you were coming until next week. We would have picked you up from the airport.”
Gem and Mia whip around to look at her, and Gem exclaims, “You didn't tell us she was coming.”
Sasha grins. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
A surprise? More like she’s keeping secrets.
London laughs, the sound sexier than I remember. “Next week was the plan, but after hearing you going on about today, I thought why not. I couldn’t miss out on all this fun with you crazy girls.” She throws her hands up, striking a pose that puts all that body on full display. “So, here I am!”
They laugh and scream again as they each give her another hug, and all I can do is stand back and watch. She looks different from the last time I saw her. That sparkle is still there but it's different, slightly dimmed and she looks tired, her eyes not as lively.
“Now that you're here, we're going to have so much fun. Come on, let’s go to the next bar,” Gem says as she takes London’s hand. Sasha takes the other and London looks between them laughing.
“You girls are sweet, but I smell trouble all over you. I have a feeling I'm not going to be able to walk after this with you three.”
Huh, if she doesn’t want to walk tomorrow, I can help her out with that.
Mia laughs and throws an arm around Gem. “Just you wait. We're gonna have a good ass time!”
Dutifully, the guys and I follow them out the door and to the second bar on our crawl. The next bar is only a few doors down and thankfully the guy at the door knows us and lets us right in. I was this close to wrapping London up in my sweatshirt when she shoved her hands in her pockets to fight off the cold, but since she’s barely glanced in my direction, I can only assume that wouldn’t go over well.
Stepping inside the next tavern, the roar of music and laughter engulfs us as Drew volunteers to find us a table and the girls follow us to the bar. Ty and Eli both pull their girls close, Mia between them, and Ty gives me a look and I nod, before they push through the crowd. No words are needed. I’ll take care of London, no question.
Turning to the woman of the hour, I peruse her stunning face again, my eyes stopping on those full, shiny lips, then I meet her green gaze, and before I can say a damn thing, she shocks me into silence.
Holding out her hand, she offers me a bland smile. “Hi, I'm London. Ty's cousin. What was your name again?”
What. The. Actual Fuck? I wait for the punchline, but as I meet and hold her gaze, there’s not a spark of recognition in her eyes.
My mouth drops open. “Are you kidding me? You don't remember my name?”
She squints a little, her eyes scanning my face before she blinks. “No, sorry. Have we met?”
Before I can respond, Mia calls out for London, and she turns and heads in their direction. I follow close behind to make sure she doesn't get bumped, or some shit, and we meet everyone at the bar. Eli gives me a quizzical look, but I just shake my head as he hands me a shot. I don’t give a fuck what it is, throwing it back after we all clink shot glasses. Grabbing Drew’s shot, I rush off in search of him, winding my way through the crowd for a bit of a reprieve.
London fucking Cameron is here and somehow, someway doesn’t remember me. Me? It’s the memory of her coming on my tongue with a shout that makes me want to call bullshit. Could she have been drunk? Thinking back to that night, nah , she was completely coherent, consenting to everything I offered, and there was no slurring before or when we spoke after our encounter in that bathroom. Shaking my head, I try to clear my thoughts. I’ve been distracted by this girl for months and she doesn’t know my name. Fuck me .
Drew and I are seated at a round table when the guys make their way over. Ty and Eli both have trays of drinks, and I spot the girls out on the dance floor. Ignoring the guys as they unload the array of glasses, my eyes stay trained on the little vixen dressed in all black, that beautiful body showcased perfectly as she dances with the other girls. She fits right in with them with their fun and carefree attitudes, not giving a fuck about what’s going on around her. But, damn, she’s lighting up the room.
Turning to Ty, I punch him in the arm. “What the hell, man?”
The fucker laughs, rubbing the spot. “What do you mean?” He tilts his head, that shit eating grin even shittier.
Pointing my thumb over my shoulder, I say, “That's what the fuck I mean. Why didn't you tell me she was coming?”
His eyebrows wing up as he says, “Considering that you haven't mentioned her since the wedding, I didn't think you'd care.”
I scoff. He's got me there. After she disappeared from the reception and I discreetly spent hours, or maybe days, searching for her, I finally washed my hands of it all, at least in front of my friends. Thank god for social media and her lack of privacy settings.
Turning my attention back to the small dance floor, London is nowhere to be seen. Not the fuck again. Jumping up, I go in search of her, you know, because she’s in a new place. I stifle a laugh at the thought. Shit, from the stories I’ve heard from Ty and Eli over the years, London would cut the balls off anyone that fucked with her. But still, I search for her, because the last time I took my eyes off her she disappeared for three months. Finding her waiting at the rear bar, her hips moving to the beat of the music, I’m hypnotized, drawn to her whether I want to be or not. Her gaze flicks to me and away just as quickly as I sidle up beside her.
Needing to be closer, I lean in. “You know, we have drinks at the table. You don’t have to wait in line.”
Her little smirk lights a fire in my gut and I can’t help myself as I tease. “What do you need, a screaming orgasm, a leg spreader…” I name off a few drinks. Bending, I whisper in her ear, “I already know you have a creamy pussy.”
Turning to me fully, one brow raised, she gives me a onceover and a flirty little smile. “Hmm, what about you? What do you want?”
“I’d love another round of tight snatch and a fucking blow job.”
“You have eclectic tastes… in drinks.”
Licking my lips, I square my shoulders, matching her nonchalance, but my cock twitches at the memory of her. “Only the best touches these lips.”
Stepping into my space, her hand rests on my chest as she looks up into my eyes. “ Xavier , is it? Stop flirting with me.”
“Seriously? Baby, stop pretending that you don't remember my name and that you didn't come screaming on my tongue.”
Rising up on her tiptoes, I bend to meet her, and as her lips brush against the shell of my ear, she whispers, “Be more specific.” And again, she walks away, leaving me with a hard dick.
We’re fucking four bars deep, and I’ve never hated a day of drinking more. But we made it to The Pink Pet, a recently opened club, and I haven’t gotten another moment with London alone. At least this bar is interesting, and enormous, with dark floors, pink walls, stained glass, and these alcoves around the perimeter of the space. I've counted six along each wall and apparently, they are spaces for dancers, but when they aren’t in use, they are open to the clubgoers. A little privacy where you can actually pet your… pet. The club owners are wild for this, but I’m hoping to get London into one. Speaking of London, she and the girls are leaning their backs against the huge bar that runs along the entire back wall as they talk and look over the crowd on the dance floor.
The last time I checked on her, her eyes were getting glassy. But she's doing a good job keeping up with the girls. Thankfully, Sasha slides her a water after every other drink, just to make sure she doesn't keel over. With my eyes trained on London, a couple of guys wander over to stand beside me.
A tall guy with cornrows says, “Hey, I saw you come in with those girls.” He nods over to the bar.
Of fucking course. Taking a sip of my beer, I look over at the guy speaking to me. “Yep.”
“That one in all black…”
Here we fucking go. Gem and Sasha walked in here arm and arm with Eli and Ty. But fucking London had to brush me off and now this asshole probably thinks she's available.
My voice is gruff as I say, “Yeah?”
He laughs. “She looks like fucking trouble.”
Then we’re both laughing.
“You have no idea, man. But it’s nothing I can’t handle. The good thing is, I fucking love trouble. It’s my favorite. It feels so damn good in my hands.”
Slapping me on my back, he wishes me luck with that as he walks off with his friends.
Where have I heard that before?
Taking that as my cue, I head in her direction, stopping a few feet behind her, but she hasn’t seen me and neither does the guy who has appeared out of nowhere.
Overhearing her, “ Hi. London .” I can hear the smile in her voice.
Oh, no. We can’t have that . The guy, sensing he has a shot, takes a step closer.
“Hey, London. I’m—”
“Nobody,” I interrupt, stepping forward. “You’re no one to her.” Both of their heads whip in my direction as I grin back. “You can see yourself out.” I point over my shoulder.
Nobody’s confidence falters as he looks between us, eyebrows up near his hairline. “Excuse me?”
I don’t respond, just smile and reach between them, grabbing a handful of peanuts from the bar, tossing them in my mouth. They both watch me as I chew. “That was probably a bad idea, right? Everyone’s grubby little hands have touched these.” I screw up my nose, wiping my hands.
Nobody still stands there, looking between us. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were together.”
“We aren’t,” she starts, but I cut her off.
“We aren’t?” I gesture with my thumb. “Then why did you fuck me in the bathroom?”
His eyes bulge out of his head, and she laughs.
“That was months ago!” She waves a hand around, brushing aside my claim.
“Ha, you do remember me.” Stepping in front of Nobody, I smirk. “So, you’re just being a brat, huh?”
She shrugs, her tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth, and I follow the movement as she does the same on the opposite side.
“I don’t know why you’re playing with me. You know these boys can’t handle you,” I say, raking my teeth over my bottom lip, remembering just how well I handled her ass.
Her pretty eyes narrow as she looks down her nose at me. “Looks like you can’t handle me either, putting my business in the streets.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I meet Nobody’s eyes. “Oops. I think I’m going to get a spanking. Would you give us some privacy?” Without a word, he shakes his head, scampering off.
Facing her again, I give her my most charming smile. “You’re damn right I can handle your ass. Besides, you’re the one who told me to be more specific ,” I say, imitating her cute little voice.
She throws her head back with a laugh and I can’t help stepping closer, pulling her to me and running my nose along her slender neck. “Hmm, you smell good enough to eat. Again.” Her laughter fades as her hands come to rest on my biceps and she brings her eyes to mine.
“Fine. Alexander . Nice to see you again.”
Fuck, my name on her lips.
“That’s more like it, babycakes. Now, why don’t you meet me in the restroom. We have some unfinished business.”
Rising on her tiptoes, she practically purrs in my ear, “ Give me five minutes, slugger .” Before she pulls away and disappears into the crowd.
Fuck yeah. I’ve been dreaming of those pink lips stretched around me for months. Readjusting my very excited dick, I turn, elbowing my way through the crowd and head for the Men’s room because of course the Women’s has a line around the fucking block.
Splashing some water on my face, I wash my hands and pace. This place has decent enough floor to ceiling stalls so no one can see her on her knees for me in case she’s shy, but this floor is a disaster.
RIP to her knees.
Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I rub my hands together, more than ready to fuck her little throat raw for all the teasing and games she's been playing today. Checking my watch, and it's already been about ten minutes. Here she goes again with the game playing. I decide to give her another five minutes and if she's not in here I'm going out there, putting her over my knee, and spanking her little ass.
Just as I’m ready to storm back out into the bar, the door creaks open, and my gaze shoots up. But instead of London walking through the door, a guy shuffles in, his eyes wide.
“S-someone told me that there was a guy in here giving blowies.” He looks me over. “Damn. You’re hot as fuck.” Shaky hands go for his belt buckle. “S-should we do this here or the s-stall?”
His voice trembles and cracks, and now it’s my turn to shuffle about. “Umm…” I clear my throat. “Dude, I…”
He laughs. “I’m just fucking with you, man. This hot chick said she’d buy us a round of shots if I propositioned you.”
Expelling a breath, utter fucking relief flows through my body, and I join in with his hysterical laughter. “ Holy shit . I was trying to figure out a way to let you down easy, while thinking of who I could call to help you out. Fuck!”
We laugh again before a thought hits me.
“Actually, I have another proposition for you.”
If she wants to play, let’s fucking play.