Chapter 11 - Simon
Blair is glaring at me angrily. I’m watching the emotions flood her as she clenches her fists at her sides. She’s not backing down. But neither am I. I’m too upset.
But even as I lecture her, I know in the back of my mind I’m not being fair.
I saw how she handled that guy. She didn’t encourage him.
She walked away, and he followed, and even then, she was making it clear that she wasn’t interested.
Her body language was completely closed off and even defensive toward him.
I wanted to rip that asshole apart for touching her.
I wanted to tear his hands from his body and watch him writhe in pain.
Jealous rage snakes through me in dark and dangerous ways. I clench my jaw, trying to grab hold of myself so I don’t end up taking it all out on Blair. Stop shouting at her. She’s not the one in the wrong here. But the emotions flooding me are getting the better of me.
“I’m not letting you out alone again!” I snap.
This time, she doesn’t even reply. Her face changes.
Her eyes grow wider, and suddenly, it looks like she is about to burst into tears.
“Blair?” I stammer, feeling terrible for being so harsh with her.
She shakes her head and looks away, swallowing hard. When I reach out to touch her, she doesn’t flinch from me in the slightest, like she usually does, but I realize her body is shaking slightly.
What in the world is going on?
“Blair, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to shout at you like that. It wasn’t fair of me,” I sigh, pulling her close and wrapping my arms around her. I’m disappointed in myself. I had no right to treat her like that. Now I’m the asshole I need to protect her from.
I stroke my hand through her hair and mutter sorry again.
“It wasn’t you. I just… I hate it when guys get like that,” she mumbles against my chest.
I can only just make out what she’s saying.
I glance around the club. It’s noisy, packed, and stuffy.
“Come on, let’s get some fresh air. I think you need some fresh air,” I say, wrapping my arm around her waist and leading her away from the bar toward the doors.
She lets me guide her all the way to my car parked in the lot near the club. I can tell she’s a little drunk. Or a lot drunk. She certainly had enough tequila shots to have that effect.
I open the door and help her inside, making sure she’s in safely before I close it.
Once I’m in the car, I notice how upset she still is. I reach out and gently touch her cheek. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s over. I’m really sorry for the way I reacted. I know I crossed the line,” I say gently. “I lost control there for a bit and took it out on you,” I sigh.
“Were you following me?” she huffs, glaring at me, her eyes narrowed and full of accusation.
“I was, yes. But I had no intention of interfering with your night at all. Not until that guy showed up. I didn’t want to ruin your fun. I just wanted to keep an eye on you and make sure you were safe,” I try to explain.
She shakes her head. “You said I would have freedom,” she complains.
“What if Jaco’s guys are still looking for you, Blair? I didn’t want to take the risk. I’m not sorry I followed you. I had good intentions. You wouldn’t even have known I was there if that guy hadn’t gotten too forward.”
She bites at her bottom lip and narrows her eyes at me, studying my face as though she’s trying to work something out.
I’ve been watching her dance all night in that tight black dress, and it’s been a challenge to stay away from her. But I meant what I told her. I had no intention of interfering.
“You were very scary in there,” she whispers.
Sighing again, I push my hand through my hair.
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” I say, my eyes drifting over her body. I wanted to be dancing next to her. I wanted to feel her against me while the music pulsed around us.
I never expected her to be such a good dancer. She seems too shy to dance like that.
I can’t even blame the guy for trying to hit on her. She’s fucking gorgeous. But he should have listened when she said no.
“You didn’t scare me. I was talking about him.
He practically fell over trying to get away from you.
Why were you so angry?” she whispers, shifting her position slightly to turn toward me.
The tension in the car seems to triple as her eyes drift down to my lips.
All week, I’ve been driving myself crazy thinking about when I kissed her.
“I don’t want another man touching you,” I growl quietly as my heart begins to beat faster.
“You were jealous?” she tilts her head to the side.
“You are my wife, Blair.”
I think it surpassed jealousy and became possessive rage when I saw his hands on her.
“So… you were jealous?” A cheeky smile touches her lips.
I can’t help myself. The same thing that took control of me last time grabs hold of me again, and I grab her jaw in my hand and kiss her.
The moment our lips touch, relief drowns me.
She is a drug I have been going crazy craving.
She is a need I was struggling to suppress.
I press my fingers harder into her jaw, and she lets out a soft moan.
The moan excites me intensely, and I realize how close I am to doing something she might not even want.
She wants it. You can’t possibly think she’s not interested in those beautiful little sounds she’s making.
But maybe I’m wrong.
Pulling back, I take a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kiss you without asking…or… I didn’t mean to be so forward,” I mumble, trying desperately to get control of myself.
To my surprise, though, Blair doesn’t accept my apology. She doesn’t say anything at all.
Instead, she climbs across the car and onto my lap, straddling me, and grabs my face in her hands, kissing me.
Every cell in my body sparks into flame as though someone has thrown gasoline over me and lit a match. The burning heat of desire floods me.
I wrap my arms around her waist and tug her closer, pushing my tongue into her mouth. I rock my hips upward to show her how much she turns me on. She moans against my lips, and my cock throbs, aching to be inside her.
Her dress has crept up over her hips, and as I brush my hands up her sides, it shifts higher. All she’s wearing are delicate lace panties, and I can barely contain myself at how gorgeous she looks sitting on my lap.
I dig my fingers into her hips as I grind her back and forth over my cock. She gasps with pleasure and kisses me harder, threading her fingers through my hair. She knots them and tugs gently, and I chuckle because Blair, after a few shots of tequila, is wilder than I expected.
Her inhibitions have faded. She’s relaxed and enjoying herself.
She leans back and grins at me, biting her bottom lip as her eyes graze seductively over my face.
I cup my hand around the back of her neck and tilt her head backward, then lean forward and trace kisses over her throat.
She presses herself harder against me, and it has the fires inside me raging with deeper need.
Sliding my hand down her back, I cup her ass and let my fingers play between her legs. She moans softly. I slip my finger beneath the lace of her panties and pull them aside, and suddenly she stiffens against me.
I hesitate, immediately sensing the shift in her body language.
“Blair?” I whisper her name. “What’s wrong?” My voice is husky and low.
“I…it’s…I just…” she stammers.
I pull her away from me so I can look into her face.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” I say sternly.
Her cheeks turn so red I can see them glowing even in the dark of the parked car.
“I’ve never done this before,” she blurts out.
“You never done any of this?” I ask in shock.
She bites her lip nervously and shakes her head.
“Not even touching?” I mutter, still stunned.
She shakes her head again.
“I want to,” she says quietly. “I just… I think… I thought…”
She’s a virgin. She’s untouched and innocent in every way. The thoughts have my blood rushing and my desire pulsing.
I brush my thumb over her lips, feeling the softness of them, wanting to pull her mouth against mine again to continue kissing her. But if I kiss her again, I’ll want to do more.
And while I am practically dying to take her virginity, I won’t do it like this. Not in a car, in a parking lot outside a club, while she is clearly too tipsy to make decisions as big as this.
Groaning, I squeeze my eyes shut to block out her gorgeous gaze.
“We can’t do this, Blair. This isn’t right,” I say with reluctance.
“You don’t want to?” she asks in horror.
“We can’t. Not like this,” I shake my head.
She looks intensely embarrassed as she quickly crawls off me, trying awkwardly to tug her dress down in the limited space of the car.
“Can you please take me home then?” she asks, her voice small and quiet. She’s hardly looking at me.
“Sure. I can do that,” I sigh.
Fuck me, I hate myself right now. But I’m doing the right thing.
You could be thrusting into her tight little virgin pussy right now, with her legs spread over your lap while she slides over your cock, but instead you’re doing the right thing.
My mind taunts me, and I shove the thoughts aside.
I know I’m doing the right thing. But my body has a mind of its own, and its needs are very hard to control when it comes to Blair.
I would never do that to her. I would never push her into something she’s not ready for.
I noticed how she flinched. It wouldn’t be fair of me to take advantage of her drunken state.
When I take her virginity, it will have been worth the wait.
All things are better when you delay the gratification of them. This is no different.