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Josh
Stopping at the valet out front of The Merge, I turn to look at Emily. “Wait for me to open your door.”
I jump out and hand the keys to the guy waiting. “You scratch it, I’ll repaint the whole car with your blood.” I smile at him. He stands there with his mouth hanging open as I jog around to the other side to let Emily out.
I have to stand directly in front of her while she manoeuvres herself from the car. I wasn’t about to let every fucker get a glimpse of those black lace panties I just saw. I have to readjust myself in my pants. I’m a walking fucking hard-on right now—have been ever since I saw her bent over the bar fridge back in our room.
Emmy’s grip on my hand tightens as she looks around the crowd currently lined up to get into the club. I pull her into my side, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. Leaning into her neck, I whisper, “The moment you feel like you need to leave, tell me and I’ll get you out.”
She nods her head, then puts that fake fucking smile back on her face. The same one she’s been wearing for a few weeks now. I can always tell the difference (most people can’t). But I know the one she’s wearing right now is fake as hell. I haven’t called her out on it though.
If she needs a mask to hide beneath, then I’ll let her. Right now, she’s handling whatever inner demons she’s carrying around the way she needs to. If she can’t handle it anymore, then she’ll have me to handle it for her. Until then, I’ll be here as her backup.
I walk us straight up to the door, bypassing the waiting patrons attempting to get in. Security pulls the rope aside the moment they spot me.
“Good evening, Mr. McKinley,” one greets as he opens the door, at which, Emily giggles next to me. A real giggle, not a fake one.
“Something amusing?” I ask her.
“Just the whole Mr. McKinley thing. It makes you sound old. Wait, oh my gosh, is that a grey hair?” She reaches up, running her fingers through the front of my hair.
“It’s blonde, not fucking grey. Also, we’re exactly the same age, babe. If I’m old, what does that make you?”
She laughs. “Good point. We can be old together.”
I’m leading her straight to the stairs for the VIP area when she just stops. I glance over at her. Her eyes are wide and her head turns, looking in every direction of the club.
I try to see the place the way she might. The walls are lined with red velvet curtains. Three stories high. The top two have balconies, which overlook the huge dance area on the ground floor where we are standing now. There’s sectioned-off seating with a variety of bench seats and sofas. There are bar tables and coffee tables—all have a collection of gold sculpted bodies that are merged together in different kinds of erotic positions capped with a glass tabletop.
There’s a main bar that runs along one side of the floor; it’s already packed with people waiting to order their next rounds. Thank fuck we don’t have to line up like that.
“You good?” I lean into Emily so she can hear me over the sound of the music. Her face lights up; a genuine smile greets me.
“This is amazingly beautiful,” she yells out.
“I’ll be sure to tell the owner,” a gravelly voice says from behind us. I turn around, placing myself in front of Emmy and coming face to face with Zac. My brother’s best friend. And the owner of this club. There’s no love lost between us. We tolerate each other, for Dean’s sake. Now, more for Ella’s sake, considering this asshole is my new sister-in-law’s brother. I don’t even know where the hostility between us started. Maybe it’s just always been there. I’ve honestly never cared to try to work it out.
“Zac.” I nod my head at him. If he expects anything more, then he can fuck right off.
“Josh. I trust you’re not going to go off on a crazy rampage and leave my club looking like a blood bath tonight?” He smirks.
Emily shoves herself in front of me. Where the hell she found the strength to move me, I don’t know. It’s probably because she caught me off guard. That’s what I’ll go with. She stands there with her arms crossed over her chest, her breasts popping out of the top of her dress even more. They look fucking delicious.
One thing I’ll give Zac, his eyes never waver from her face. His amused smirk though, that pisses me off. I can tell it’s having the same effect on Emily. I decide not to step in, and to let her handle this. I’m intrigued as to what she’ll do.
“Zac, the only reason you still have your balls attached to your body right now is because I happen to like your wife. But I won’t warn you again, if you call Josh crazy or make any comment to suggest that he is, I will cut them off. I’ll make meatballs out of them and feed them to his pigs. I’ve heard they particularly like chewing on the balls of assholes.”
Fuck me. My boner just got ten times harder. She’s fucking hot as hell when she speaks her mind. Zac, however, covers his balls with his hand. He screws his face up in disgust before he starts laughing.
“I’ll have to thank my wife for being so damn lovable. Come on, I’ve got you two lovebirds a table upstairs.”
I wrap an arm around Emmy’s waist, holding her in place. “We’ll be up in a moment.” Zac walks away, shaking his head. As soon as he’s out of sight, Emmy spins around.
“Oh God, Josh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just… I don’t know what comes over me. I hate when people try to say you’re crazy. It’s not okay and I just… God, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m not. I’m fucking hard as a damn steel pole right now.” I press my cock into her stomach so she can feel exactly what I’m talking about.
“The idea of pigs eating balls turns you on, huh?” She smirks.
