He tugs me in even closer so we share the same air. “Does it matter?”
No, no it doesn’t.That’s what I want to say. Instead, I return his intense lust-filled gaze while ignoring the glares being directed at me when women from all walks of life notice my crotch balancing against Slater’s. They know I’m possessively staking my claim, and they’re not happy about it.
Chapter Twenty-One
Slater
I’m not even close to being tipsy, much less drunk, but I’ll never tell Kylie that. I love that she has her claws out, ready to pounce on anyone if they get too close. She’s never been shy at making the first move, and I’m ecstatic she’s putting steps in place to stake her claim. I didn’t think she would after witnessing her grim expression when she walked into the VIP section of the club.
Her face paled when she saw me sitting next to Miranda. I sat with Miranda because she was the safe option. Her interest in men is as lacking as mine. The waitress was disappointed when I returned the personalized napkin, declining her offer. There’s only one girl I’m interested in taking home, and a romp in the bathroom isn’t enough incentive to risk getting her back between my sheets.
I could have put Kylie out of her misery when it dawned on me she was unaware Miranda is gay, but her interaction with Melanie was too entertaining to interrupt. She was stomping her feet in true Maddie form, yet she still had the hungry eyes of over a dozen men.
When I approached her, she was biting her lip so hard, I was surprised she hadn’t drawn blood. As I pulled her lip away from her teeth, I wished I was biting it. I laughed again when she responded to Miranda’s wave with a groan. Miranda is gorgeous, but she has a manufactured look. You know the look you can get from any plastic surgeon’s office? Kylie is also gorgeous, but her beauty is natural and completely unique to her. No one could replicate her exactly, and it’s that uniqueness that makes her even more appealing.
When Miranda rang the bell, I knew she wanted to play the tequila game we’ve played many times before. Our stats are mostly even. It’s the experimenting college girls who keep Miranda’s numbers high. You know the ones who can use “I was young and in college” as their excuse when they wake up in a girl’s bed the following morning.
I did cheat when I kissed Kylie. You’re supposed to remove the lemons from their reach and make them choose which lemon-flavored mouth they want to kiss the tequila burn away. I didn’t kiss Kylie because I had doubts she'd pick me. I kissed her because I couldn’t wait any longer. My cock was already hard from licking the salt off her hand. I haven’t tasted her skin in years, so I was dying for a little nibble.
Her mouth was laced with tequila, but she tasted like heaven. I’ve gone two years without kissing anyone, and her kiss made it worthwhile. Kissing Kylie is more satisfying than any groupie fuck I’ve had.
Miranda’s suggestion we share Kylie, though. I’ve got plenty of words to say about that. I couldn’t believe her gall. I don’t share in general, but there’s no chance in hell I’d ever share Kylie with her. That’s why I placed my hand on Kylie’s hip. I was telling Miranda to back the fuck off. Unlike Sonny, she respected my request. She’s good like that.
After Kylie orders a drink from the bartender, I can’t help but smile when she returns to stand between my legs, especially considering there’s an empty bar stool next to me. Her eyes study my face for several long seconds before they lower to the tattoos on the bottom half of my arms.
“You’ve got some I haven’t seen.”
“Yeah, a few.” I twist my arm to show her my latest creation. It’s a replica of my bike my dad inked on my lower right forearm three months ago.
“Oh my God, it’s Gertie!”
I gag. She nicknamed my bike the week we started dating. I fucking hate the name she chose. For one, if my bike had a name, it’d be one as tough as she is—not a pansy old lady’s name.
“I was planning on taking you for a ride tomorrow, but you lost your chance now—”
“She’s here?” Kylie’s voice is so loud, Jenni and Emily peer over at us. They smile when they see how comfortable we look. It’s as if we’re back at the cabin Noah and Emily now call home. I’m not surprised. When I forgave Kylie, I forgave her. I can’t put it any simpler than that. “In San Francisco?”
When I nod, Kylie snatches my beer out of my hand, slams it down so roughly she nearly cracks it, then drags me out of my seat. “Come on,” she pleads when her tugs on my arm are unsuccessful. When she quietly murmurs, “Please,” I know I’ll never say no. I can’t deny her pleading eyes.
“Go tell Melanie you’re leaving with me, then meet me at the top of the stairs.”
With a squeal, she sprints to Melanie. While she hugs her goodbye, I send a message to our driver, asking him to bring the limo around the front. I’ve just placed my phone back into my jeans when Kylie arrives at my side. She practically gallops down the stairs since she’s so excited.
After wrangling through a human jungle of overzealous fans, I tuck Kylie under my arm before tackling a much more challenging side of my job. Fortunately, we catch the paparazzi by surprise since they’re not expecting the band to leave so early.
The only photo they capture is my rear end when I dive into the limo on Kylie’s heel. She sits across from me as our transport pulls away from the curb, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with mine. The paparazzi push their cameras close to the windows, trying in vain to snap a shot, but once we merge with traffic, the flashes illuminating the inside of the limo fade.
When Kylie’s lust-crammed eyes scan my body, my cock leaps in my jeans. This is the first time we’ve been alone, and although her eyes show she’s tipsy, she most certainly isn’t drunk. Add that fact to the sexual tension crackling between us, and my dick has gotten super chummy with my zipper.
“Come here.”
I want her to come to me, to take the first step needed to fix the errors we’ve both made. My heart slithers into my gut when she shakes her head. Rejection hits me full force, like a Mack truck slamming into a brick wall. When she notices my reaction, she smiles before nudging her head to the open partition window behind her. The energy teeming between us heightens when I push a button on the dashboard to close the partition. The smile she breaks out when the driver’s head is no longer visible is one of the most dazzling I’ve seen.
“Come here,” I request again, my voice scratchy.
This time, she doesn’t shake her head. She just falls to her knees before seductively prowling toward me. When her intense, heated gaze runs down my body, my cock hardens. She’s licking her lips while staring at my crotch, revealing her intentions without a word spilling from her lips.
When she reaches me, she yanks my black leather belt out of its loops and cranks open my belt buckle. I’m dying for her to suck my dick, but I stop her hurried movements by plucking her off the floor and having her straddle my lap. I want her lips on my mouth even more than I want them circling my cock.
