Page 11 of Whiskey Promises
Zoya growls at me—the cutest sound I've ever heard—and then grabs my arm. "He meansafter he spilled his beer on me. We'll be right back," she says to her sister before trying to haul me away.
I let her do it. Why the fuck not? Seeing her all fired up is doing a number on my cock. Might as well go with it, especially if it means getting five minutes alone with her.
Lemmy barely manages to stifle his laughter as she marches me past him, bristling like a little kitten. The rest of the band just watches the show with wide eyes.
Zoya releases my arm as soon as we're backstage, spinning to face me. "Have you lost your mind?" she hisses. "You can't say things like that!"
"Why the fuck not?"
"Because…because I have a boyfriend!"
"Is that so?" I make a show of glancing around. "Odd how your sister doesn't even know anything about this boyfriend of yours, isn't it?"
Zoya narrows her eyes. "You asked Nadia about my boyfriend?"
"Mmhmm," I hum, crowding her up against a post. Maybe it's a dick move, but it's been months since we were in the same room together. I want my fucking hands on her.
Judging by the way she whimpers when I'm pressed up against her, she wants the same damn thing. For some reason, though, she's determined to pretend she doesn't.
I tip her head back with a finger beneath her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "You look beautiful today, princess."
"Jareth," she whimpers. "Stop talking to my sister about me. And stop telling people that you got me wet."
"Tell you what. I'll lie about getting you wet in Los Angeles if you tell me why you lied about having a boyfriend." I'm not honestly sure if she is lying about the boyfriend or not, but I like the way she's glaring at me like she wants to set me on fire. And I really fucking like the way she's trembling against me like she's two seconds from climbing my body.
I dip my head, running my lips up the side of her throat. Christ, she tastes like cherries and sin. The pulse in her throat pounds like a jackhammer when I touch my tongue to it.
"I didn't ask you to lie. I asked you to tell the truth. I was only wet because you spilled beer on me. And I didn't lie to you." Her voice shakes. "I just…haven't told Nadia about him yet."
We both know the beer isn't the only reason she was wet that night, but I let her think that. For now.
"Why haven't you told her about him? Aren't you two close?"
"She was going through things."
"Her and Teo are good now," I remind her, flicking my tongue against her skin again just to get another taste. Her sister andTeo got together or back together shortly after I kissed Zoya at the nightclub. Hell, he's proposed to her already. They're getting married a few days before Christmas.
"So?" Zoya scowls at me. "It's my decision when to tell her about my boyfriend, not yours."
"If he even exists."
She huffs like I'm pissing her off and then plants her hands against my chest, pushing as hard as she can. She only manages to move me because I take a step back so she doesn't hurt herself. The sexy little minx hardly even reaches my chest. She's fucking tiny.
I watch in barely concealed amusement as she fishes around in her pocket before ripping her phone out of it like she intends to launch it at my head. Surprisingly, she doesn't. She stabs at the screen hard enough to break the glass and then turns it around to show me.
My heart twists in a knot when I see her background. It's her…cuddled up to some asshole with blue eyes in a baseball uniform who has his arm around her and a shit-eating grin on his face. He looks like a dick.
"See?" she says triumphantly. "My boyfriend."
Well…fuck.
Why do I feel like she just ripped the goddamn rug out from beneath me again?
"You're happy with him?"
"Why?" she asks suspiciously.
"Just answer the question, Zoya."
