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All for you, baby.
Everything I do, every lie I tell, every word I speak, it’s all for her. And, selfishly, for me too. Because now, she’s a part of me.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” John says, winning my attention. He’s standing, his shades resting on his shiny black head. “If you could move into the bar area so the room can be cleared, ready for the band to start.”
“Fuck, yes, one minute closer to ten thirty,” Sam says, helping Kate up. “All right?” he asks her, putting her wine in her hand, like he thinks she might need a little more alcohol in her to take on the rest of the night. She absolutely does not.
I pull Ava up and move in to kiss her, knowing my mouth on hers will almost certainly snap her out of this mood. But I’m given the cold shoulder. She’s walking away?
“Oh, fuck this,” I mutter, reaching for her arm and stopping her. I am not spending the rest of the night being ignored. I spin her and pull her close.“Are you going to behave like a spoilt brat for the rest of the evening?” I ask as Kev Baxter passes, looking on with too much interest for my liking. “Or have I got to take you upstairs and fuck some sense into you?” I smile past Ava to Kev. It isn’t a friendly smile. It’s dark. It dares him to look again.
I cup Ava’s arse, flexing myself into her lower stomach, making sure she feels me. Every inch of her body locks. Resists. “Do you feel that?” I whisper in her ear, grinding hard. I hear a moan. It’s unrestrained, and it takes me back to the day I met her, when she whimpered at the feel of my lips on her cheek and my voice in her ear. She couldn’t hide her reaction to me then, and she can’t now, so why the fuck we’re wasting this time is beyond me. “Answer the question, Ava.”
Her hands bunch the material of my jacket at my shoulders, pinching my flesh too, as I nip at her ear. “I feel it,” she relents, her voice husky.
“Good,” I reply, short and firm. We’re getting somewhere. “It’s yours. All of it.” Every last piece of me. “So stop with the fucking sulks. Do you understand me?”
She swallows, nodding into me, surrendering.
That’s that sorted. Now, if we could get on with the rest of our night without any further interruptions or cross words, that would be fucking marvelous. I move back and let Ava gather herself, satisfied by the quivering wreck I can reduce her to with the whisper of a few commanding words and a roll of my hips into hers. She moves into me again with no prompting, taking me by surprise, and looks up at me. She doesn’t apologize. But I see it in her eyes. I’m grateful. I’ve wasted too much of my life already. I don’t want to waste more being at odds with her. I dip and kiss her lips gently. “That’s better.” I collect her and follow the other guests out of the summer room to the bar. “I’m struggling to deal with all of the admiring stares you’re attracting,” I say, seeing men at every turn admiring her.
“You’re attracting quite a bit of attention yourself.”
I see Natasha up ahead and see the impending poke coming a mile off. “Jesse,” she purrs as I pass with Ava. “You’re looking as delicious as ever.”
Ava coughs, I shake my head, and Natasha smiles. I won’t point out that she’s already told me I look delicious. I can sense Ava’s claws unsheathing. She doesn’t need the extra information that may cause her to actually swipe them.
“Natasha, you are an intolerable flirt as ever.” I push Ava on, feeling her resistance, and tuck her into my side, lavishing her with my mouth—a message to both Ava and Natasha. I get her to the bar without delay, mindful of the many women around who could tip Ava over the edge. I truly never appreciated the effort this evening would take. The gauntlet I would be running. I don’t know why, perhaps because none of these women ever meant anything to me so I’ve underestimated how Ava might feel about them. It was only ever sex. Ava would never only ever have sex. Each time, each man, would have meant something to her, so she can’t comprehend the concept of meaningless.
And there’s just one more reason why I love her.
When we get into the bar, I nod to a guy who’s on the stool I need for Ava, and he respectfully gives it up when he sees us approaching. I nod my thanks and put Ava on it. “What would you like to drink?” I ask, willing to show some flex. “Most Marvelous?”
“Please, Mario.” She smiles his way before turning her attention to Kate who’s leaning into me. I pinch my thumb and index fingers, my way of telling Mario to make it a small one.
“I’ll have one of those.” Kate nods at the jug of pink, holding my arm for support. “These shoes are killing me,” she moans, prompting me to look down at the heels gracing her feet. By the sounds of things, they’ll be off soon. Everything will be off. “Seriously,” she says. “A man categorically devised the high heel, and he did it in an attempt to make it easier for you dudes to rugby tackle us womenfolk to the ground and haul us back to your beds.”
I laugh loudly, watching Mario pour the drinks, giving him my fingers again, this time with less space between them. Smaller.
“What’s the score?” Sam asks as he eyes me laughing and I wave him off. Kate slaps my shoulder, and I look at her tilted head. The questions in her eyes. There are so many fucking questions. I wouldn’t know which she wants an answer to in this moment.
“I’m sorry, drinks?” I ask instead, finding Ava smiling at me fondly. I wrinkle my nose and flip her an endearing wink as she collects her drink, giving one to Kate.
Drew moves in, looking at his watch in front of me, a hint if ever there was one. “All right, rampant pants.”
“Not even half hour earlier?” he asks.
“Are you joking? Why would I have a band at the anniversary dinner if there’s no one here to enjoy them?” The moment those doors open, people will disappear.
“You and Ava will be here to enjoy them. And John.”
I roll my eyes. “What the fuck’s going on, anyway?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you, Sam, and Kate.”
He shrugs. “Nothing to tell you, mate.”
