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“He didn’t mean that; he’s just frustrated,” Lorenzo pleads, trying to cover the tracks of what that asshole just said to my face. “Don’t do anything stupid, okay? That was his fifth beer tonight. Wait for him to sober up before you do anything.”
My eyes lift only to see Isabella coming forward, her hand grazing my shoulder. I snatch her wrist rather abruptly, pulling her around to my lap. She squirms in my arms, my hands digging into her thighs and her ass, needing her to stay planted firmly against my body.
She leans into my chest, her delicate hand pressing to my chest. “Carter, your pulse.”
“It’s fast,” I snarl. “I’m pissed off.”
Lorenzo looks worried, which he should be. His best friend in this family might lose his throat over what he just said to me. But there’s too much going on right now for me to handle. I have to worry about the election, not about some frivolous rumors spreading through the family about how I’m not a blood member of the Blackthorne gene pool.
Isabella strokes the side of my face, bringing her lips to mine. It’s enough to steal the heat from my chest, but it sends rivers of fire straight to my cock. With her pressed up against me like this, her ass on my lap, it’s hard to not imagine plucking that toy out of her pussy and taking her right here, right now, on this table.
Public sex isn’t really her favorite thing to do lately, which is understandable.
Tristan’s face weaves through the crowd, and while I’m happy to see my right-hand man, seeing him come alone has me even more irritated. Isabella notices it, too, climbing off my lap so she can leave this meeting to the boys.
She doesn’t make it far, my fist finding her dress.
“Where are you going?”
She swallows at my stern tone. I don’t mean to be strict with her, but she’s not leaving my sight tonight. “The bathroom, Carter. Just to fix my makeup.”
“Your makeup is fine, dove. Sit down.”
She looks at Tristan once more, seemingly so uneasy around him still. He wasn’t the nicest to her before, especially after that shit he said about her being Brooke’s replacement. I beat his ass for it, though, and he’s aware that he made a tragic mistake.
Still, she’s been uneasy around him these last few months.
I’d still rather rip her panties off with my teeth right here in front of everyone than let her leave my sight. I bring my hand against her ass, swatting at the spot I know is probably the most sensitive. It’s close to her thigh, making her jump slightly, and I give her a very clear warning to get back into her spot before I make her.
She finally surrenders, digging her backside into my crotch while she sits back onto my lap. Tristan brushes past her, which is his best move yet, and trades a tense look with Lorenzo and Ernesto.
“What’s going on here? Feels like I just walked into a freezer. What’s with the cold shoulder?”
I sneer at his attempt to be casual. “I’m not in the mood for this bullshit right now. Would someone tell me what’s going on with the poll closings?”
“Last one just closed,” Ernesto sighs, scrolling through his phone. “We should get a phone call in about thirty minutes or so.”
Lorenzo stands from his seat, speaking briefly into Tristan’s ear before stalking for the exit. My most trusted cousin falls into the chair once occupied by Lorenzo. He looks at me with a hopeful look, like he’s waiting for the bad news to start pouring in.
“What’s the plan with Nicolas then?” Tristan asks while shaking his head. “That wasn’t the wisest move on his part, but if he’s drunk, then it should be excused.”
“Bullshit,” I bite. “He knew what he was saying when he spoke. The alcohol just helped him say it.”
“Carter,” Isabella mumbles, shifting uncomfortably against my cock. “I should go. This talk doesn’t really concern me, and I don’t want to be in the way.”
She slides down my leg like she’s going to defy me a second time.
“You move another fucking inch, and I’ll bend you over my knee, dove.”
She pauses with a tranquil look of panic lightly kissing her features. She moves back up my leg, readjusting herself while I lean back into my chair. She doesn’t move very much, still keeping her eyes on the floor. I would like to enjoy myself tonight at some point, but everyone is trying to piss me off.
As much as I would hate to take it out on her ass later with my belt, I fear that’s where we’re headed.
“Let’s all just calm down tonight,” Ernesto sighs, patting my shoulder. “Enjoy the drinks, the snacks, and maybe even go take a spin on the dance floor.”
Isabella winces at that last suggestion, something about that offer making her deflate.
“I agree,” Tristan adds. “We should just reconvene later about the Nicolas issue. Let’s worry about the election tonight, okay?”
