Page 92 of There's No Us Without You
Jesus Christ. What is he? Five? I don’t have time for this. I’ll deal with him later.
When I swing the door open, clouds of smoke drift out into the humid night air, and the loud music gives me an instant headache.
As soon as we find Eden, we’re out of here.
I should have known Tyler would fuck me over again.
Thankfully, no-one pays us much attention—besides a few suggestive glances at Emerson mostly—as we push through the crowd. I glance around the haze-filled room, finding Eden and my brother sitting on a couch at the back.
Bingo. There’s the little bastard.
“Come on.” I nod in their direction, Emerson on my tail.
A growl rumbles in my chest when I realise Eden is surrounded by other men, all of them ogling her body like they’re about to feast on her.
She’s oblivious, though, her head thrown back as she laughs at something my idiot brother has said.
“Jesus,” Emerson says from behind me. “She’s fucking wasted.”
No shit.
When we reach them, I grab Tyler by his shirt and yank him to his feet before shoving him in the chest. “What the fuck, Ty? Why is Eden here?”
My brother is wasted too, it seems. His eyes are barely open as a lazy grin creeps onto his face. “Chill, bro,” he says, patting my chest. “She’s just having some fun. I’ve been with her the whole time.”
“Yeah . . . because that makes me feel better.” I motion to Eden and glance over my shoulder at Emerson. “Get her out of here.”
Emerson scratches his head, lips pressed tight together while he steps around me and holds his arms out to Eden. “Come on, Pop-Tart,” he says. “Time to go.”
Eyes wide, Eden reaches out for him and squeals. “What are you guys doing here?” Her words slur and a cute little drunk grin forms on her face, dropping seconds later when she literally pouts like a child and crosses her arms over her chest. “I don’t want to go.”
Fucking hell.
She may as well stomp her feet at this point.
Instead, she plants her fine arse back on the couch, which encourages the guy sitting next to her to put his arm around her shoulders, his fingers precariously close to her chest. One more millimetre and I’ll snap the fucking things from his hands.
I should throw her over my shoulder, take her out to the car, and inflict pain on that arse until she realises the mistake she’s made.
“Party’s over,” Emerson says, leaning down to wrap an arm around Eden to help her stand.
The guy with the death wish attempts to pull her towards him, gripping her wrist to stop Emerson from dragging her away.
I lunge on instinct, but it’s Emerson who punches him in the face, the movement so quick, if I blinked, I’d have missed it.
“Back the fuck off, dude,” he says through gritted teeth, chest rising and falling fast as he wrings out his hand.
It’s a massive turn-on seeing him like this. One I don’t need right now.
“Fuck. Sorry, man.” The guy holds his hands up, his tongue darting out to mop up the blood coating his bottom lip.
Emerson shoves him, then yanks Eden to his side. “If I don’t get you out of here right now, Will is going to have my balls.”
“Balls...” Eden makes a noise between a snort and a laugh, unaware of what’s happening as she almost trips over nothing. “You saidballs.”
Christ.
“Yep. It’s hilarious.” Emerson shakes his head, jaw twitching. With Eden now securely tucked under his arm, he gives me a look. “See you out front. Call out if you need backup.”
