Page 73 of Blindside Love

But as she walks up to the bouncer and whispers in his ear, I’m surprised when he gestures us towards the front of the line, sending us up to VIP.

Excuse me? VIP at Club 100?

The music is loud. I can feel the beat in my chest, but the vibe is electric. Everyone is moving, dancing, drinking, and it looks like everything I want to do tonight.

I just wish he was here.

But a girls’ night is okay. It’s fun. Especially with Natalie.

As we walk up the stairs, I see a whole area with couches, the nice suede kind, and matching chairs that are low, so low they’re almost on the floor. There are men sitting in the chairs by the glass walls, watching down on the dance floor, and I can’t help but wonder if they’re watching their girls, making sure they’re safe.

“Happy Birthday!” I hear, snapping me out of my thoughts when I turn to see Natalie standing with Sawyer, Cassie, Gwen, and all the guys—Trevor included. All of who are smiling at me.

I look at Natalie, immediately smiling because I can’t believe she went through the trouble of planning this, especially knowing how much I love dancing.

“Thanks, lady,” I say as I pull Natalie into a hug.

“Wasn’t me, El. It was the fine-ass man of yours who hasn’t stopped staring at you since you walked in. Or are we still pretending you two aren’t a thing?”

I stand for just a moment, staring at Trevor as he smiles at me. My mind is reeling with the thought that he did this. Something else, so perfect, just for me. Is he for real?

I make my way over to Trevor, staring at him the entire way. He’s sitting in one of those suede chairs, leaning back as he sips a glass of bourbon. His hair is tousled, his face scruffy, and he looks incredible.

Even more, though, he looks like mine.

I sit in his lap, his eyes widening just barely before he steels his expression, looking at me with a curious look. But I don’t wait. I don’t talk. I just plant my lips on his, kissing him with everything I have.

Right now, the only thing I have to give him is me, my body. So, if I’m going to do it, I’m going to give it to him completely. Fully. All in.

He immediately embraces the kiss, his free hand gripping the back of my head gently as he holds me against him, giving me the time and space to explore, to lead the kiss.

I feel him harden beneath my ass, and that’s when I remember that we’re in public, and as much as I want to fuck him right here, it’s not exactly socially acceptable to get naked in public.

But if you look as good as he does, you should be allowed to get naked everywhere.

Pulling back, I smile, licking my lips as I stare at him. He’s wild-eyed, almost on edge, as he stares down at me. It takes him a moment before he finally says something.

“I thought you said we were keeping this a secret?”

“That was before I realized there was no use in denying it anymore,” I replied.

“Denying what?”

“That you’re mine.” I grin, wrapping my arms around his neck. I bring my mouth to his ear. “That means I’m yours if you want me to be. Your pussy to touch, lick, fuck, eat, whatever you please, whenever you please.”

He growls. There’s no other way around it, but he grabs my hips, holding me still as he kisses me once. It’s quick but rough enough that I’m sure I’m in for it when we get home. “Mine. Understand that kitten? You. Are. Mine.”

“Okay, caveman. We get it. Girl yours. No one touches the girl,” Cassie says as she walks over to us with Sawyer.

“But we’re gonna have to steal the birthday girl. It’s time for shots, and you’re not invited,” Sawyer says, sticking her tongue out at Trevor. He pretends to pout and tries to grab onto me, but they just grab my hand and pull me away while Trevor goes to stand with Rex and the guys.

The girls walk me over to where Natalie and Gwen have ordered us a round of shots, but Natalie looks excited. Too excited.

“What was that all about?” she asks, cutting to the chase.

I feel my cheeks heat as I turn to look at Trevor, who’s still watching me, and I choose to tell the truth.

“I guess that was us no longer hiding it.” I shrug, my lips turning up as I let myself smile. Let myself be happy that for the first time in a long time, I have a man I can be proud of, one who’s proud to call me his.

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