Chapter 20 Kaeli
Twenty
Kaeli
We’re celebrating in New York, the occasion being the team having won the game and wiping the ice with the Falcons. Everyone decides to head to a club instead of a bar.
All weekend, I’ve pleasured myself imagining it was Ezra, even though I despise him for what he did at the moment, the way he left me outside the bar.
I tried my hands and toys, but nothing seemed to get me over the edge. Not like I wanted it to. An overwhelming orgasm enough to douse me.
That’s what I need to erase the itch and get out of this funk. So, I get my body into the sexiest dress I own. A black sequined, backless dress. The hem of the back barely begins over my ass, hanging on my shoulder with a sorry excuse of a strap.
I leave my hair down, apply my favorite red lipstick, and put on my red-bottom heels. God, I love them.
“Dayumm, girl. You’re ready to kill some guys tonight,” Stacy remarks, seeing me in the hotel lobby, her face lit up as she looks stunning in her brown dress. “Let’s go, girlfriends, let’s get you laid tonight,” she extends her hands to Jodi and me, and I circle it with my own.
Stacy has a husband, so it’s definitely only me who’s getting laid. Jodi, in her silver dress, looks gorgeous, but she’s shy, and I don’t think she’d be into one-night stands. But who knows?
“Damn right,” I exclaim, pumped up for tonight and what it has in store for me. I have a good feeling about tonight, and I hope that doesn’t change.
Our Uber takes us to the club, and skipping the line, we head right in.
My eyes take in the place. It’s lit with neon purple and pink lights, creating a soothing and sexy ambience, getting people into the mood for some action.
Some people line up at the bar, while some gyrate their sweaty bodies on the dance floor.
“Let’s get drinks,” I suggest, jerking my head to the bar instead of heading toward the VIP area where I know everyone on the team is, and both of them nod. We order shots of tequila, clearly aware of the leering gaze of men eyeing us.
“To getting some action tonight,” I raise my glass in a toast.
“Hear, hear,” Stacy shouts over the loud music, and we cheer, tipping our heads back to drown the shot.
I drink three more shots, and by the time I tell them that I’m going to dance and find myself a man to fuck tonight, I’m already buzzing with the alcohol streaming inside my body.
Stumbling my way into the crowd, I start swaying my hips to the sensual rhythm of the music as it buries itself under my skin. The smell of sweat, sin, and sex heightening my senses. I lose myself as my eyelids fall shut, feeling each beat of the music.
Soon, a pair of masculine hands engulf me, sliding down my stomach, as the warmth of someone’s body presses into my back. I stiffen for a second, flashbacks threatening to assault me in the middle of the club.
With a deep breath, I relax, reminding myself that it’s not him and that I’m safe. That I want it. I don’t open my eyes to see who it is, relishing this moment and surrendering myself to the primal urge of seeking a physical connection.
My hand snakes behind and hooks around the man’s neck. He pulls me closer, and I can feel his warm breath over the crook of my neck. I tip my head to the side to give him more access, when suddenly his body is yanked from mine with a brutal shove.
Startled, my eyes fling open and find him towering over the man I thought I was going to fuck tonight. “If I see you near her ever again, I swear to God, you will not take your next breath. So, fuck off,” Ezra threatens the man whose name I still don’t know.
I’m too shocked to say anything, and when the man doesn’t make a move, he growls, taking a step in his direction, “Run.”
The coward yelps and scurries away. His movement brings me out of my trance, and I’m about to open my mouth to yell at him when he turns toward me and hauls me to his chest.
I squeal at the suddenness of his action. “Ezra, what are you–”
He presses his front to mine, glaring at me with murder in his eyes. “Shut up.”
My eyes narrow at him as I realize I might not be getting my orgasm from a dick tonight. “You–”
He interrupts me again. “I said shut up, Kaeli. Or I’ll do it for you,” he threatens me in his gruff voice as the warmth of his body envelops mine, his scent tingling my nostrils.
But my annoyance at the lack of an orgasm and inebriated state makes me ask, “And how, pray tell, would you do that?” I tilt my head at him, arching a brow.
His eyes bore into mine, and even in the dim lights, I could see them darken. My belly flutters as I feel myself getting wet.
His voice drops an octave when he bends down, his lips a hair’s breadth away from mine, when he whispers, “My mouth or my cock. Your choice, Feather.” His voice travels straight from my ears to my vibrating pussy, pooling liquid as his whiskey breath tickles my nose.
Jesus Christ!
I can verify that my panties are fully wet when I clench my thighs.
His dick presses into my core over the clothes.
Fuck, he’s hard and big. My hips involuntarily buck toward his, as my eyes flick from his to his lips.
Just a little more, and I could taste him.
I’ve been yearning for one more taste of him for days on end.
But then I remember what he did. He left me.
My annoyance creeps right back in, and he must feel the shift in my body because he asks, “What is it? Why have you been ignoring me the last few days, Kaeli?”
He seriously needs to ask? I scoff and shake my head at him. His hold tightens on my waist the moment I try to pull back. “Let me go,” I grit, not wanting to make a scene.
Though it seems like he doesn’t mind, when he only tugs me closer. “Not until you tell me why?”
“You even have to ask?” I try to mask the hurt and vulnerability in my tone.
His eyes bore into mine as if he has no idea what I’m talking about. “I’m sorry, Kaeli. But you need to spell it out for my thick skull.”
With a sigh, I reveal. “You left me.” His brows furrow, and I explain, “You left me outside the bar after our kiss.” I look anywhere but at him. I can’t bear to witness any more humiliation.
Seconds tick by, and he finally grasps my chin and makes me look at him. “I’m sorry, Kaeli. I really am. Seeing Cillian just reopened old wounds that are still sore. My brain was a mess. Fuck, I’m sorry.”
I open my mouth to ask him what he means by it. But he presses his finger on my lips. “Don’t ask me. I won’t be able to answer. Not yet, anyway.”
My shoulders drop, and I let the topic go.
He continues, “Everything aside, the way I behaved cannot be excused, so I am sorry. It won’t happen next time.”
My eyebrows cock up at that. “Who said there will be a next time?”
His lips kick up in a cocky smirk. “Oh, you bet your perky, little ass there will be a next time.”
Ezra pulls me impossibly closer as his hands slide over from my bare waist to my ass, squeezing it as his tongue peeks out to lick his lips. “This skimpy fucking backless dress has been torturing me all night. You have been torturing me all night, Kaeli.”
He pulls me even closer, my chest squished against his.
“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? To give me the worst blue balls in the history of blue balls and tempt me to walk over to you,” he rasps.
“And all of this after you’ve been ignoring me for so long.
” I sense hurt in his voice, but convince myself that being my mistake.
Because why would he be hurt by it? In fact, he was the first one to run away.
I bite my lip to hold my whimper in. “No,” I try to lie without wavering, but I fail. The truth is, I did wear this dress for him. Because I’ve been suffering from my own blue lady balls. My fingers weren’t enough after the first few times.
A smug grin appears on his face, and he calls me out, “Liar. That’s why you’ve been dry humping me in a club full of people?
” He leans in closer, and I shut my eyes, hoping he’ll kiss me.
But then I hear him whisper in my ear, “You wanted me to stake my claim on you. You wanted me to fight off men for you.” My breath stutters, but he doesn’t let up.
“Well, now you’ve got your wish, Feather.
I’m here, and this time I’m not letting you go. ”
Don’t let go. My mind pleads.
“Not here,” some coherent part of my brain manages to say. He pulls back, and I fear that he might get offended and leave. But then his eyes darken, and one side of his mouth lifts in a smirk.
“Wherever you want, baby. Wherever you want.”