Keep Her Safe, page 10
Her eyes find mine immediately, holding my gaze for a second before she blinks away and a detached look moves up over her face as she settles back on Paxton.
“You look gorgeous,” he tells her, holding out the flower for her. The party is being held at Lorenzo DiLaurenti’s house, so there aren’t any paparazzi lurking around but there are some people out front; guests and waitstaff are walking around with drinks and there are a number of men running the valet, so she puts on a smile for any potential onlookers and takes the flower before running it under her nose gently.
“Thank you. You look nice.” She runs her gaze over him once, not quite the same way she looked me over, but enough to trigger just a spike of jealousy in my memory that she used to date this man and she does find him attractive. His hand finds the small of her bare back as they move up the walkway covered with a red velvet carpet. The house is enormous and there is a huge tent set up behind the house where the party is going to be held. While she was getting ready, I left her with a member of my team that I have in place for events and scoped out the location. It’s been a while since anything worried me, but there are times, especially at parties like this, when I can’t be sure of everyone who’ll be in attendance and it requires me to be extra vigilant. There aren’t any overt threats at the moment, but you never know who could be hiding in plain sight.
We make it to the tent and Paxton picks two flutes off the tray, handing one to her, and I hate the picture he’s painting of the doting boyfriend. Thoughts of him trying to liquor her up and charm his way into her bed tonight flash through my brain and an irrational anger moves through me.
She’s not mine.
I’m casually walking through the tent when I hear my last name being called from behind me. I turn to see Paxton’s head of security, Brent Jackson, dressed in a black suit versus a tuxedo. He nods towards me, nursing a glass of whiskey in a highball glass.
“Jackson.” I nod at him as I continue walking. We aren’t particularly friends, and now I’m wondering just how much he knew about Paxton’s extra-curricular women and it pisses me off that he probably enabled that bullshit.
“She looks great.” He nods towards Shay and my eyes follow his line of sight.
She’s talking to a group of people, commanding their attention just as she always does. When Shay is in a room, all eyes find her. Even if it’s just for a moment. People want to be near her. She’s got this energy that’s intoxicating and sexy that draws you in. A boisterous laugh leaves the crowd and I see Paxton wrap his arm around her waist and press a kiss to her temple. I wait for her to tense or appear uncomfortable but she doesn’t and though I know why, because she’s got ten sets of eyes on her, it bothers me more than I care to admit that he can touch her so freely.
Get your shit together, Hunt.
“He wants her back, I know. But he’s going to have to do better than this, I told him.” Brent tucks a hand in his pocket. “He thinks that they’ll just fall back into old patterns if they fake it long enough.”
The crowd somewhat disperses and Paxton and Shay make their way to the dance floor to begin a slow dance around the space. There are several other couples dancing and pictures are being snapped from all angles. I watch as he spins her effortlessly before dipping her and a giggle leaves her.
She looked so beautiful and carefree. I hate that he gets to see it after everything he’s put her through. Even if it is just for show.
I turn my head back to Brent who now has a plate of bacon-wrapped scallops.
“After he fucked every woman in Hollywood? He can’t possibly be that foolish. Shay is not going to forgive him,” I tell him and I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince him or myself of that.
“He’s thinking of taking her on a trip. Maybe Paris or somewhere tropical. He’s going to ask her tonight. Somewhere they can fall off the face of the Earth for a few days and they can talk and be alone.”
“A trip isn’t going to move her. She goes to Paris any time she wants to go shopping and she’s been to every tropical destination on the planet at least twice.” That girl will use any excuse to be in a bathing suit on a beach with a margarita.
“Not with a Harry Winston diamond on her finger.”
I jerk my head towards him. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t say anything, yeah?” He downs the rest of his drink and puts it on a tray of a server passing by like he’s a guest and not someone on duty. He’s such a fucking prick. “But yeah, he’s going to ask her to marry him.”
I rub a hand over my forehead as I stare at his security in disbelief. “You cannot be serious. She doesn’t trust him. She’s not going to say yes.”
“I tried to tell him that.” He shrugs. “He can’t force her down the aisle and obviously she doesn’t trust him, but he’s hoping that a ring will buy him some time and at the very least some good press.”
Fuck, is he going to spring a ring in public to force her to keep up appearances? I’ll fucking kill him.
“When?” I grit out, trying my best to keep my anger in check, but Brent’s words coupled with Paxton’s hand moving down too close to her ass for my taste as they move around the dance floor has the word coming out harsh and clipped.
“I don’t know.”
“In public?”
“Probably.”
Fuck.
“Why is he doing this? Trying to trap her into a relationship he doesn’t want to be in himself?”
“What makes you think he doesn’t? Because he’s cheated on her a few times? Come on, Hunt you can’t be that naive. He cares a great deal for Shay.” He chuckles like it’s the most common thing in the world. “Shay is coming up fast. Do you know the kind of power couple they’d make? She’s good for his image.”
“And what about hers?” I ask.
“He’s not bad for hers either. They’re good for each other.”
“He’s the cliché Hollywood playboy and they think the girl next door is good for his image, but he is not good for her.”
“No one knows he’s a playboy, Hunt. Relax. Look at how everyone has been falling at her feet all night.” He gestures towards the crowd and the circle of people that are watching them float around the dance floor.
“That’s not Paxton’s doing. She’s always been charming,” I argue, hating that he’s trying to allude that this asshole is why she’s so successful.
“No, but he’s the reason she’s where she is tonight. Why those people,” he points, “those directors, more importantly, are falling at her feet. I know you’re smart enough to know it’s not what you know, it’s who you know. And more importantly, in this business, who you’re fucking.”
The thought of his hands on her after mine just were irritates the fuck out of me. Infuriates me that she’s so beautiful even on the arm of a man that doesn’t deserve her.
“I gotta take a leak, I’ll catch you later, Hunt.” He reaches out to shake my hand and I oblige, my eyes not leaving Shay who’s managed to break away from Paxton, and is over by the buffet table getting a small plate of food. Grateful for Brent’s exit, I pull out my phone and pull up her contact.
Me: You look stunning. I can’t take my eyes off of you.
I watch as she must feel the vibration because she sets her plate down and pulls her phone out of her clutch. A tiny smile slowly moves onto her face. I see her typing and then she slides it back into her purse so she can pick up her plate before moving to an open table to sit down. She doesn’t look my way even though I know she knows where I’m standing and I’m not surprised when I feel the buzz in my hand.
Winter: I wish I had a reason to keep my eyes on you. You look so handsome tonight. I can’t wait to get you out of that tux.
A surge of confidence moves through me. I wasn’t a stranger to female attention. Even some of Shay’s friends have let their eyes roam over me shamelessly, but attention from Shay is an entirely different high.
Paxton sits next to her at the table and pulls a piece of cheese off her plate and whispers something in her ear. Her eyes shift from side to side before turning to look at him and I want to turn away. I don’t want to be privy to their intimacies and yet I have to focus on Shay. And therein lies the problem with getting involved with the person you’re protecting.
My eyes on her will mean something different when I’ve touched her, kissed her, fucked her. I’ll be staring more at her curves and her smile and how beautiful she looks and I’ll be less aware of what’s going on around her.
And then I remember the ring he very well may have in his pocket. He wouldn’t ask her here, right? That would just be awkward and tacky and Shay would hate that even if they were in an actual relationship.
If he really wanted her back then he absolutely would try to whisk her away on some romantic vacation, I’d be forced to witness.
My teeth grit at the thought of his hands on her, his lips on her, his tongue inside of her. My dick hardens thinking about me doing all of those things to her and I turn away in an attempt to will it back down.
“Actor or model?” I hear from next to me and when I turn my gaze, I see a short busty brunette with long wavy hair in a turquoise dress with eyes that match it staring up at me. She flutters her eyelashes seductively as she moves her martini pick around her glass in a circle.
“Excuse me, Miss?” I ask, even though I heard every word.
“Are you an actor or a model?” She puts the stick to her mouth and pulls the olive off with her teeth. “And more importantly, your place or mine later?” I raise an eyebrow at her and she giggles. “Don’t be so serious. I’m kidding!” She giggles before touching my arm. “Well, sort of.” I take a step back, out of reach.
“I’m neither. I’m on duty.”
“Oh, you must be someone’s security then.” She runs her eyes up and down my body and sinks her teeth into her lips. My eyes move to Shay hearing her reference my job and I’m surprised to see her eyes on me, an eyebrow raised sexily like I’d been caught doing something. I turn to look at the woman who’s begun talking about what it is she does, something about film editing which is just a stepping stone into acting, and then back to Shay as if to say: you can’t possibly be jealous.
Her eyes dart to the woman next to me and then back to me before she cocks her head to the side. Watch me, I can practically hear her thoughts in response to mine and then she’s moving out of her chair towards us.
I cross my arms over my chest as I watch her curiously because I’m not sure what she’s planning to do given that she can’t exactly let this woman know that the only woman I plan to take home tonight is her.
“Hi, Damian.” She smiles, her eyes sparkling as she approaches us. “Who’s your friend?”
“Oh my, Shay Eastwood! The life of tonight’s party, it seems.” She beams and looks up at me to explain why she’d be over here seemingly ruining her chances with me.
I clear my throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name, Miss?”
“It’s Annabelle.” She nods. “How do you two know each other?”
“Oh, we are very well acquainted.” Shay scrunches her nose and moves closer to me and her scent mixed with her territoriality is making me want to drag her into the nearest room and fuck the jealousy out of her. “The man I trust more than anyone.”
“Oh, so he must be your bodyguard.” She giggles. “Lucky you.”
Shay rolls her eyes. “Yes, and he’s seeing someone who I’m actually quite fond of,” she says matter of factly and I try not to react to her lie or the thought that I’m seeing her.
“Shame.” She pouts. “Well, lovely to meet you,” she says, giving Shay a pleasant smile and then she’s gone without another word.
“I’m seeing someone?” I ask.
“Aren’t you?” She frowns, casting her gaze to the room, smiling at someone, and giving them a small wave. “Or was your mouth on my pussy in the limo earlier tonight a figment of my imagination?” She turns to look up at me and I can see the lust in her eyes as she lets her eyes sweep down my body quickly.
“Jealous?” I ask.
“No,” she says with a dramatic eye roll before she purses her lips. “Maybe.”
“You’re here with another man, you know,” I remind her.
“But he’s not going to touch me tonight.”
“And you thought I’d touch her? My mouth on your pussy was not a figment of your imagination.” It’s been playing through my mind on a loop since my lips touched the delicate satin.
She shrugs. “Maybe you thought you could have both. Me and then her later.” She rolls her eyes.
“I’m not Paxton.”
Her eyes flash to mine angrily. “Not fair.”
“Neither is assuming I’m going to fuck anyone other than you tonight,” I snap, and widen my stance, crossing my arms over my chest.
I know my words affect her but she doesn’t respond to them. She licks her lips and turns her gaze towards the table behind us. “Did you eat anything?”
I’m about to respond when Paxton makes his way over. “Mind if I steal my woman back, Hunt?” He tips his chin towards me and wraps a hand around her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her cheek, and the narrowed look he gives me makes me think he’s trying to send me a message.
“Not your woman and stop being so touchy,” she grits out and slides away without drawing any attention.
“Shay, baby…”
“What did I tell you?” she starts.
“You said in public—”
“That doesn’t give you permission to feel me up.”
“Shay—” He looks at me, giving me a look. “You mind? I don’t think you need to be present for this conversation. No threats here.”
“Are you sure about that?” she snaps before turning her eyes to me. “I’m good, D.”
I nod and move away from them but stay close enough that I can still see their body language. He seems to be nervous and is trying his best to keep her from exploding. I know Shay doesn’t want to either. She prides herself on maintaining her composure. His hands find hers, clasping them in his and bringing them to his lips before rubbing his thumbs across her skin. “I’m sorry, Shay.” I see his lips move and then his hands find her cheeks, stroking the skin. I frown, watching her nod and then he presses a kiss to her forehead. I watch her walk away from him and back towards the house and a cocky smile finds his face as he fiddles with his cufflinks and walks in the opposite direction.
What the hell?
I follow her and watch her walk into the bathroom. I stand out front and pull out my phone to text her only to be surprised by a message from her.
Winter: I’m alone in here.
Me: Okay?
Winter: Come in please.
Me: You sure that’s a good idea?
Winter: No, but you’re hot when you’re jealous and I thought your dick in my mouth might calm you down.
My dick pulses in my slacks.
Me: Terrible idea.
I want to ask what’s going on with her and Paxton but a part of me wonders if I’m not entitled to that information. Maybe I’m just an itch she wants to scratch or something she just wants to get out of her system before she goes back to her boyfriend.
Potential future husband.
I push through the door, letting my dick and my curiosity cloud my judgment to find her running her fingers through her hair in the mirror. Her eyes catch mine in the reflection and she turns around giving me a wicked smirk. “I thought this was a terrible idea?”
I walk towards her until I’m pressed up against her with her back against my front. “It is.” I run both of my hands down her sides gently and settle on her hips, gripping them, and she shivers.
“I love the way your hands feel on me.” She turns in my arms and runs her hands up my torso. “Every time he touches me, I wish it was you.”
I reach up to cup her face and she wets her lips instantly. I take it as an invitation when her eyes drop to my lips and then flutter closed for just a second before they slowly open. She’s staring up at me through her thick full lashes and I can honestly say I’ve never seen anything sexier than the way she’s looking at me. I lean down and brush my lips across hers lightly and she lets out the sexiest sigh. I take another step closer, pushing her against the sink, and press my dick into her stomach. I push my lips to hers slightly harder, but not too aggressively because she can’t leave this room with her lipstick ruined without raising questions as to how that happened while her boyfriend was not with her. She tries to deepen it when I pull back and she frowns.
“More,” she whines, grabbing me by my jacket and pulling me closer to her.
I shake my head. “Not here,” I tell her, although I wish I could rip this dress off of her and impale her on my dick.
“Can we go?”
“Whenever you’re ready, gorgeous.”
A smile crosses her face that would make an atheist believe in God before she looks at the door and then back to me and then slowly, she bends over. It takes me a second to realize that she’s sliding her underwear down her legs. She holds them up and then slips them in my hand and they’re fucking damp.
She gives me a wicked smirk as she backs up towards the door. I finger them gently, running my thumb over the damp fabric. Her eyes are still on mine, so I hold them under my nose and inhale her sexy scent, never breaking our gaze.
“Damian,” she whispers.
“Yes, Miss Eastwood?” I say as I slip her panties into my pocket after one final inhale.
“I cannot wait to fuck you.”
I’m relieved that there isn’t anyone lingering outside of the bathroom when she leaves because I’m only a few steps behind her. I watch as she makes her way over to Paxton, touches his arm, pulling him away from the crowd, and whispers something in his ear. My hand grips the panties that are in my pocket, still fingering the crotch of them as I try to recall the scent. God, she smelled so sweet. The mixture of her perfume and that sexy earthy scent is making me wild. Reckless. It’s making me want to walk over to where she’s standing with Paxton and tell him she doesn’t owe him any explanations. That they’re finished and that I planned to spend the rest of the night reminding her what orgasms—yes, plural—feel like.
“You look gorgeous,” he tells her, holding out the flower for her. The party is being held at Lorenzo DiLaurenti’s house, so there aren’t any paparazzi lurking around but there are some people out front; guests and waitstaff are walking around with drinks and there are a number of men running the valet, so she puts on a smile for any potential onlookers and takes the flower before running it under her nose gently.
“Thank you. You look nice.” She runs her gaze over him once, not quite the same way she looked me over, but enough to trigger just a spike of jealousy in my memory that she used to date this man and she does find him attractive. His hand finds the small of her bare back as they move up the walkway covered with a red velvet carpet. The house is enormous and there is a huge tent set up behind the house where the party is going to be held. While she was getting ready, I left her with a member of my team that I have in place for events and scoped out the location. It’s been a while since anything worried me, but there are times, especially at parties like this, when I can’t be sure of everyone who’ll be in attendance and it requires me to be extra vigilant. There aren’t any overt threats at the moment, but you never know who could be hiding in plain sight.
We make it to the tent and Paxton picks two flutes off the tray, handing one to her, and I hate the picture he’s painting of the doting boyfriend. Thoughts of him trying to liquor her up and charm his way into her bed tonight flash through my brain and an irrational anger moves through me.
She’s not mine.
I’m casually walking through the tent when I hear my last name being called from behind me. I turn to see Paxton’s head of security, Brent Jackson, dressed in a black suit versus a tuxedo. He nods towards me, nursing a glass of whiskey in a highball glass.
“Jackson.” I nod at him as I continue walking. We aren’t particularly friends, and now I’m wondering just how much he knew about Paxton’s extra-curricular women and it pisses me off that he probably enabled that bullshit.
“She looks great.” He nods towards Shay and my eyes follow his line of sight.
She’s talking to a group of people, commanding their attention just as she always does. When Shay is in a room, all eyes find her. Even if it’s just for a moment. People want to be near her. She’s got this energy that’s intoxicating and sexy that draws you in. A boisterous laugh leaves the crowd and I see Paxton wrap his arm around her waist and press a kiss to her temple. I wait for her to tense or appear uncomfortable but she doesn’t and though I know why, because she’s got ten sets of eyes on her, it bothers me more than I care to admit that he can touch her so freely.
Get your shit together, Hunt.
“He wants her back, I know. But he’s going to have to do better than this, I told him.” Brent tucks a hand in his pocket. “He thinks that they’ll just fall back into old patterns if they fake it long enough.”
The crowd somewhat disperses and Paxton and Shay make their way to the dance floor to begin a slow dance around the space. There are several other couples dancing and pictures are being snapped from all angles. I watch as he spins her effortlessly before dipping her and a giggle leaves her.
She looked so beautiful and carefree. I hate that he gets to see it after everything he’s put her through. Even if it is just for show.
I turn my head back to Brent who now has a plate of bacon-wrapped scallops.
“After he fucked every woman in Hollywood? He can’t possibly be that foolish. Shay is not going to forgive him,” I tell him and I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince him or myself of that.
“He’s thinking of taking her on a trip. Maybe Paris or somewhere tropical. He’s going to ask her tonight. Somewhere they can fall off the face of the Earth for a few days and they can talk and be alone.”
“A trip isn’t going to move her. She goes to Paris any time she wants to go shopping and she’s been to every tropical destination on the planet at least twice.” That girl will use any excuse to be in a bathing suit on a beach with a margarita.
“Not with a Harry Winston diamond on her finger.”
I jerk my head towards him. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t say anything, yeah?” He downs the rest of his drink and puts it on a tray of a server passing by like he’s a guest and not someone on duty. He’s such a fucking prick. “But yeah, he’s going to ask her to marry him.”
I rub a hand over my forehead as I stare at his security in disbelief. “You cannot be serious. She doesn’t trust him. She’s not going to say yes.”
“I tried to tell him that.” He shrugs. “He can’t force her down the aisle and obviously she doesn’t trust him, but he’s hoping that a ring will buy him some time and at the very least some good press.”
Fuck, is he going to spring a ring in public to force her to keep up appearances? I’ll fucking kill him.
“When?” I grit out, trying my best to keep my anger in check, but Brent’s words coupled with Paxton’s hand moving down too close to her ass for my taste as they move around the dance floor has the word coming out harsh and clipped.
“I don’t know.”
“In public?”
“Probably.”
Fuck.
“Why is he doing this? Trying to trap her into a relationship he doesn’t want to be in himself?”
“What makes you think he doesn’t? Because he’s cheated on her a few times? Come on, Hunt you can’t be that naive. He cares a great deal for Shay.” He chuckles like it’s the most common thing in the world. “Shay is coming up fast. Do you know the kind of power couple they’d make? She’s good for his image.”
“And what about hers?” I ask.
“He’s not bad for hers either. They’re good for each other.”
“He’s the cliché Hollywood playboy and they think the girl next door is good for his image, but he is not good for her.”
“No one knows he’s a playboy, Hunt. Relax. Look at how everyone has been falling at her feet all night.” He gestures towards the crowd and the circle of people that are watching them float around the dance floor.
“That’s not Paxton’s doing. She’s always been charming,” I argue, hating that he’s trying to allude that this asshole is why she’s so successful.
“No, but he’s the reason she’s where she is tonight. Why those people,” he points, “those directors, more importantly, are falling at her feet. I know you’re smart enough to know it’s not what you know, it’s who you know. And more importantly, in this business, who you’re fucking.”
The thought of his hands on her after mine just were irritates the fuck out of me. Infuriates me that she’s so beautiful even on the arm of a man that doesn’t deserve her.
“I gotta take a leak, I’ll catch you later, Hunt.” He reaches out to shake my hand and I oblige, my eyes not leaving Shay who’s managed to break away from Paxton, and is over by the buffet table getting a small plate of food. Grateful for Brent’s exit, I pull out my phone and pull up her contact.
Me: You look stunning. I can’t take my eyes off of you.
I watch as she must feel the vibration because she sets her plate down and pulls her phone out of her clutch. A tiny smile slowly moves onto her face. I see her typing and then she slides it back into her purse so she can pick up her plate before moving to an open table to sit down. She doesn’t look my way even though I know she knows where I’m standing and I’m not surprised when I feel the buzz in my hand.
Winter: I wish I had a reason to keep my eyes on you. You look so handsome tonight. I can’t wait to get you out of that tux.
A surge of confidence moves through me. I wasn’t a stranger to female attention. Even some of Shay’s friends have let their eyes roam over me shamelessly, but attention from Shay is an entirely different high.
Paxton sits next to her at the table and pulls a piece of cheese off her plate and whispers something in her ear. Her eyes shift from side to side before turning to look at him and I want to turn away. I don’t want to be privy to their intimacies and yet I have to focus on Shay. And therein lies the problem with getting involved with the person you’re protecting.
My eyes on her will mean something different when I’ve touched her, kissed her, fucked her. I’ll be staring more at her curves and her smile and how beautiful she looks and I’ll be less aware of what’s going on around her.
And then I remember the ring he very well may have in his pocket. He wouldn’t ask her here, right? That would just be awkward and tacky and Shay would hate that even if they were in an actual relationship.
If he really wanted her back then he absolutely would try to whisk her away on some romantic vacation, I’d be forced to witness.
My teeth grit at the thought of his hands on her, his lips on her, his tongue inside of her. My dick hardens thinking about me doing all of those things to her and I turn away in an attempt to will it back down.
“Actor or model?” I hear from next to me and when I turn my gaze, I see a short busty brunette with long wavy hair in a turquoise dress with eyes that match it staring up at me. She flutters her eyelashes seductively as she moves her martini pick around her glass in a circle.
“Excuse me, Miss?” I ask, even though I heard every word.
“Are you an actor or a model?” She puts the stick to her mouth and pulls the olive off with her teeth. “And more importantly, your place or mine later?” I raise an eyebrow at her and she giggles. “Don’t be so serious. I’m kidding!” She giggles before touching my arm. “Well, sort of.” I take a step back, out of reach.
“I’m neither. I’m on duty.”
“Oh, you must be someone’s security then.” She runs her eyes up and down my body and sinks her teeth into her lips. My eyes move to Shay hearing her reference my job and I’m surprised to see her eyes on me, an eyebrow raised sexily like I’d been caught doing something. I turn to look at the woman who’s begun talking about what it is she does, something about film editing which is just a stepping stone into acting, and then back to Shay as if to say: you can’t possibly be jealous.
Her eyes dart to the woman next to me and then back to me before she cocks her head to the side. Watch me, I can practically hear her thoughts in response to mine and then she’s moving out of her chair towards us.
I cross my arms over my chest as I watch her curiously because I’m not sure what she’s planning to do given that she can’t exactly let this woman know that the only woman I plan to take home tonight is her.
“Hi, Damian.” She smiles, her eyes sparkling as she approaches us. “Who’s your friend?”
“Oh my, Shay Eastwood! The life of tonight’s party, it seems.” She beams and looks up at me to explain why she’d be over here seemingly ruining her chances with me.
I clear my throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name, Miss?”
“It’s Annabelle.” She nods. “How do you two know each other?”
“Oh, we are very well acquainted.” Shay scrunches her nose and moves closer to me and her scent mixed with her territoriality is making me want to drag her into the nearest room and fuck the jealousy out of her. “The man I trust more than anyone.”
“Oh, so he must be your bodyguard.” She giggles. “Lucky you.”
Shay rolls her eyes. “Yes, and he’s seeing someone who I’m actually quite fond of,” she says matter of factly and I try not to react to her lie or the thought that I’m seeing her.
“Shame.” She pouts. “Well, lovely to meet you,” she says, giving Shay a pleasant smile and then she’s gone without another word.
“I’m seeing someone?” I ask.
“Aren’t you?” She frowns, casting her gaze to the room, smiling at someone, and giving them a small wave. “Or was your mouth on my pussy in the limo earlier tonight a figment of my imagination?” She turns to look up at me and I can see the lust in her eyes as she lets her eyes sweep down my body quickly.
“Jealous?” I ask.
“No,” she says with a dramatic eye roll before she purses her lips. “Maybe.”
“You’re here with another man, you know,” I remind her.
“But he’s not going to touch me tonight.”
“And you thought I’d touch her? My mouth on your pussy was not a figment of your imagination.” It’s been playing through my mind on a loop since my lips touched the delicate satin.
She shrugs. “Maybe you thought you could have both. Me and then her later.” She rolls her eyes.
“I’m not Paxton.”
Her eyes flash to mine angrily. “Not fair.”
“Neither is assuming I’m going to fuck anyone other than you tonight,” I snap, and widen my stance, crossing my arms over my chest.
I know my words affect her but she doesn’t respond to them. She licks her lips and turns her gaze towards the table behind us. “Did you eat anything?”
I’m about to respond when Paxton makes his way over. “Mind if I steal my woman back, Hunt?” He tips his chin towards me and wraps a hand around her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her cheek, and the narrowed look he gives me makes me think he’s trying to send me a message.
“Not your woman and stop being so touchy,” she grits out and slides away without drawing any attention.
“Shay, baby…”
“What did I tell you?” she starts.
“You said in public—”
“That doesn’t give you permission to feel me up.”
“Shay—” He looks at me, giving me a look. “You mind? I don’t think you need to be present for this conversation. No threats here.”
“Are you sure about that?” she snaps before turning her eyes to me. “I’m good, D.”
I nod and move away from them but stay close enough that I can still see their body language. He seems to be nervous and is trying his best to keep her from exploding. I know Shay doesn’t want to either. She prides herself on maintaining her composure. His hands find hers, clasping them in his and bringing them to his lips before rubbing his thumbs across her skin. “I’m sorry, Shay.” I see his lips move and then his hands find her cheeks, stroking the skin. I frown, watching her nod and then he presses a kiss to her forehead. I watch her walk away from him and back towards the house and a cocky smile finds his face as he fiddles with his cufflinks and walks in the opposite direction.
What the hell?
I follow her and watch her walk into the bathroom. I stand out front and pull out my phone to text her only to be surprised by a message from her.
Winter: I’m alone in here.
Me: Okay?
Winter: Come in please.
Me: You sure that’s a good idea?
Winter: No, but you’re hot when you’re jealous and I thought your dick in my mouth might calm you down.
My dick pulses in my slacks.
Me: Terrible idea.
I want to ask what’s going on with her and Paxton but a part of me wonders if I’m not entitled to that information. Maybe I’m just an itch she wants to scratch or something she just wants to get out of her system before she goes back to her boyfriend.
Potential future husband.
I push through the door, letting my dick and my curiosity cloud my judgment to find her running her fingers through her hair in the mirror. Her eyes catch mine in the reflection and she turns around giving me a wicked smirk. “I thought this was a terrible idea?”
I walk towards her until I’m pressed up against her with her back against my front. “It is.” I run both of my hands down her sides gently and settle on her hips, gripping them, and she shivers.
“I love the way your hands feel on me.” She turns in my arms and runs her hands up my torso. “Every time he touches me, I wish it was you.”
I reach up to cup her face and she wets her lips instantly. I take it as an invitation when her eyes drop to my lips and then flutter closed for just a second before they slowly open. She’s staring up at me through her thick full lashes and I can honestly say I’ve never seen anything sexier than the way she’s looking at me. I lean down and brush my lips across hers lightly and she lets out the sexiest sigh. I take another step closer, pushing her against the sink, and press my dick into her stomach. I push my lips to hers slightly harder, but not too aggressively because she can’t leave this room with her lipstick ruined without raising questions as to how that happened while her boyfriend was not with her. She tries to deepen it when I pull back and she frowns.
“More,” she whines, grabbing me by my jacket and pulling me closer to her.
I shake my head. “Not here,” I tell her, although I wish I could rip this dress off of her and impale her on my dick.
“Can we go?”
“Whenever you’re ready, gorgeous.”
A smile crosses her face that would make an atheist believe in God before she looks at the door and then back to me and then slowly, she bends over. It takes me a second to realize that she’s sliding her underwear down her legs. She holds them up and then slips them in my hand and they’re fucking damp.
She gives me a wicked smirk as she backs up towards the door. I finger them gently, running my thumb over the damp fabric. Her eyes are still on mine, so I hold them under my nose and inhale her sexy scent, never breaking our gaze.
“Damian,” she whispers.
“Yes, Miss Eastwood?” I say as I slip her panties into my pocket after one final inhale.
“I cannot wait to fuck you.”
I’m relieved that there isn’t anyone lingering outside of the bathroom when she leaves because I’m only a few steps behind her. I watch as she makes her way over to Paxton, touches his arm, pulling him away from the crowd, and whispers something in his ear. My hand grips the panties that are in my pocket, still fingering the crotch of them as I try to recall the scent. God, she smelled so sweet. The mixture of her perfume and that sexy earthy scent is making me wild. Reckless. It’s making me want to walk over to where she’s standing with Paxton and tell him she doesn’t owe him any explanations. That they’re finished and that I planned to spend the rest of the night reminding her what orgasms—yes, plural—feel like.
