Chapter 11 #2
Mera takes her turn at karaoke, and it is even worse than Nia’s. I notice Wolfe, though, watching her with a kind of pride that makes me ache. Talon has got a cigarette stuck behind each ear and is simultaneously grilling and watching his woman with a lust that also makes me envious.
The first time I laugh so hard I nearly puke, it’s when we get into a very drunken game of truth or dare, and Nia triple dares Sable to flash Wolfe her boobs, and Sable just shrugs and does it, not even blinking.
Kael has Sable over his shoulder in a matter of seconds, disappearing, and I know they’re about to have some hot, crazy sex after he chews her out for flashing his brothers.
I feel happy, dizzy, floating in my skin. For the first time in a long time, I’m just enjoying myself. Relishing in the laughter, the club, and everything that comes with it. This is the kind of family I never thought I’d want, but here I am, praying for it.
Of course, it doesn’t last.
Half an hour later, after my third trip to the bathroom, I come back to see Knox with a sweetbutt parked on his lap.
She’s platinum blonde, legs that could snap a man’s neck, and her tits are out and available for the world to see.
She’s got one hand on the back of his neck and is laughing into his ear, her ass wiggling against his lap.
My face must go a weird shade because Sable catches it.
“Girl, get over there and claim your man.”
“He’s not my man,” I mutter, because, well, he’s not.
I can’t help the shade of green that washes over me, though. Because he doesn’t shove her off, doesn’t even look uncomfortable, just sits there, face unreadable, seemingly unbothered.
I need fresh air.
I grab another drink, this time not even caring what it is, and get the hell out of there. The air is cooler outside, stars out, and for a second, I want to scream. I don’t have a claim on him. I don’t own his fucking soul. And yet I feel like I should.
Pathetic.
When did I become that girl?
“Running away, sunshine?”
Of course, he followed.
I casually shrug. “I was just getting some air.”
He comes up behind me, steps so heavy I feel them through the boards. “That right?”
I turn to face him, one fist tight by my side. “You looked like you were having fun. I didn’t want to—what’s the word—cockblock?”
He grins, dark and sharp, stalking me backwards until my ass hits the porch rail. His body pins me there, both hands coming down to trap me in place.
“Jealousy looks real good on you,” he murmurs, breath hot as he gets closer.
I snort. “I’m not jealous. I just don’t want to have to get tested for STDs every day this week.”
He barks a laugh.
“Don’t like when other women touch me?” he asks, voice rough.
I want to slap him. I want to fuck him. Both. Instead, I just glare.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
His hand fists in my hair, gentle but so possessive it makes my stomach flip. “Just admit it makes you fuckin’ crazy.”
I shove at his chest, but he doesn’t move. “Go back to your little woman,” I huff.
He leans down, lips brushing my ear. “I think I might stick with you.”
“Do you get off on this?”
He nips my ear, and I hiss. “Yeah. I do. But not as much as I get off on that sweet pussy of yours.” His mouth is on mine then, hot and deep, and his hand is already sliding under my shirt.
I shove him again, more playful this time. “What makes you think I want your hands on me right now?”
He moves fast, lifting me and moving us down to the end of the porch where it’s dark and secluded.
Then, my bottom is on the railing, yet again.
His cock is already hard, grinding against me, and the anger in me explodes out into something wild.
I fist his hair, drag his mouth to mine. Every nerve is alive.
He shoves my dress up, pulls my panties aside, and then his fingers are inside me, deep and fucking perfect. I moan, clutching his shoulders as he drags them in and out, sliding his thumb over my clit, making me wild for him.
“You want to be fucked like I mean it?” he says, voice ragged.
“Yes,” I hiss, and then his fingers are gone, and he buries himself inside me in one brutal thrust.
The stars go fuzzy. All I can feel is him—his cock, his hands, his mouth on my neck.
Every pump is savage, desperate. He’s grinding me into the railing, and I’m clawing at his arms, nails leaving lines he’ll feel in the morning.
I come hard, so sudden it shocks me, and he doesn’t stop, just fucks me through it, his eyes locked on mine.
The look on his face is pure possession.
He finishes with a rasp that makes my skin tingle, then holds me there, breathing hard, sweat slick on his skin. When he finally sets me down, my legs are jelly, and it takes me a moment to steady myself. He smirks, brushes a strand of hair off my face.
“Still jealous?”
I roll my eyes. “I was never jealous to begin with, buddy.”
He grins.
God damn, he’s perfect.
We’re five steps from the porch door when Wolfe appears, just stepping out for a cigarette. “For fuck’s sake,” he mutters, “you two wanna get a room next time?”
Knox just flips him the bird and pulls me inside.
The rest of the night is chaos. Someone brings out fireworks, and Zane lights them off the roof, nearly setting the place on fire. Wolfe and Mera disappear for half the party but reappear just in time to win a round of beer pong, and Nia falls asleep against Talon, completely out of it.
When it’s all said and done, I go to leave, and Knox corners me, telling me I’m not going anywhere.
Then he takes me to his room, and we fall asleep together.
Fucking beautiful.