Page 44 of Right Where You Left Me
I nip at her earlobe. “I have abrilliantidea.”
“Oh?”
I nuzzle against her cheek and whisper, “Wait here.” Laughing at her affronted sound as I leave her alone in the bathroom. Moving quickly, I open the bottom drawer of my night stand and grin to myself. Shuffling around until I find exactly what I’m looking for, I let out another chuckle when I hear Emma grumbling for me to hurry up. I slip back in behind her, the item I have for her tucked in my fist.
“I have a little surprise.” I say with a smirk.
“Is it you making me come?” She snaps. “You got me all worked up and justabandonedme in here.”
“Oh, poor baby.” I say with a fake pout. “This will make it better, I promise.”
I open my hand and show her the small bullet vibrator I’m holding. “Legs wide, baby.” I rasp. She gasps and does as I say, shuffling so I have space to insert the toy. It’s sleek and discreet, a loop at the base so she can take it out whenever she needs to, but I’m hoping she doesn’t. I set the remote in front of her on the bathroom counter. “Such a good fucking girl, letting me fill you up. I can’t wait to watch you squirm all night in the club. Knowing that I can turn this on whenever I fucking want to. Knowing you’re getting soaked and ready for me to fuck you when we get back here tonight.”
I press the button on the remote, set to the lowest vibration, and groan when Emma moans and leans into me. I suck on her earlobe and whisper. “You can take it out whenever you want to, okay?”
“Oh—okay.” She slurs, as she tries to move my hand down to her clit for more friction. “Sage.” She whines.
“Shhh, baby.” I say, turning the vibe off and slipping the remote in the pocket of my pants. I kiss her neck softly and smirkagainst her skin when she looks at me through the mirror, her lust filled eyes wide with desperation. “Don’t want to be late for my own party.” I tease, slapping her ass and forcing myself out of that bathroom.
“Happy birthday!” Peyton screeches at me when we finally get to the private room they rented out for tonight. The music is thumping through the air, the bass beating in my ears, but it’s muffled once we get settled into the booth and close the curtain to hide us away from the rest of the club. Peyton lunges at me, pulling me into a tight hug.
“Thanks.” I grumble, squeezing her back. River is grinning at us, a bottle of champagne in his hand and balloons in the other. I can’t help but laugh at the sight. “You brought balloons to a club?”
He rolls his eyes, chuckling as he sets everything down and wraps me in a big hug of his own. “Obviously, cheri. It’s not a birthday party without balloons.”
“We told him you wouldn’t like them.” Amelie says before wrapping me in her tiny arms. “But he never listens to us.” I laugh, scooping Colette in a hug next.
“I didn’t know you two were coming!” I say taking them both in. They’re far from the little girls they were when River took them in, but they’re both gorgeous with their dark hair and eyes just as green as their brother’s. “I’m so happy to see you two.” I gush.
Peyton grabs Amelie to order some food from the waitress walking around the club and Colette joins them.
“It looks perfect in here, Riv.” Emma gushes. And it really does. As silly as the balloons are, River has the space decked out with gold and black balloons, gold coupe glasses ready to be filled with the champagne he ordered. The table is sprinkled with golden confetti and it’s just so cheesy and perfect.
“Thanks, guys.” I say, and I’m a little embarrassed at how choked up I’m getting. I know I was being snarky about this, that I wasn’t very enthusiastic about coming here, but I appreciate these insane people so fucking much. I look at Emma, take in her flushed cheeks and gleeful smile as she fills all the coupes for us.
My hand flits into my pocket as she finishes filling the last glass and I bite the grin off my lips as she jolts, her spine stiffening as she shoots me a wide eyed glare. I shrug my shoulders and mouth ‘what’ swooping in to kiss her before snatching a glass and sipping on the tart bubbles inside. “Oh, shit. You got the good stuff?” I ask River.
He scoffs. “Obviously. There is no way I’m drinkingProsecco, Sage.”
“Okay, you snob.” I cackle.
“French” He corrects.
“Insufferable.” I snark back with a laugh. I take another sip of my drink and hum around the bubbles on my tongue. I can’t really complain, this shit is so good.
“Sage.” Emma squeaks from beside me, clutching my arm. “Can you maybe?—”
“Oh, fuck.” I say with a laugh, pressing the button through my pocket. “I’m sorry baby,” I murmur. “You okay?”
“Can— can we go dance?” She asks breathily. “Please.”
I nod, pulling her jacket off her shoulders and tossing it onto the booth. “Let’s go.” I trail my fingers down her arm, tangling our fingers together when I reach her hand. She grips me tightly as I lead her out of the private area and out toward the dance floor. The music playing is some pop techno beat and I can feel the notes wrap around us as Emma pulls me tight against her chest. Her arms wrap around my neck as she grinds her body against mine, hips moving to the beat. She’s panting against my neck and I soak the sounds of her in, trailing my hands all over her back and the perfect swells of her ass.
“Sage.” She pleads in my ear, her hands reaching for my front pocket and I grin knowing exactly what she wants.
“You dirty girl.” I murmur. “You want me to turn it on? Let you get yourself off right here in the middle of this crowded club. Want everyone here to know that you’re coming onmythigh?”
“Oh, god.” She moans, pushing her hips harder against mine. I reach between us, pushing the remote button through my pocket, before spreading her legs with one of mine. My hands circle her hips, pressing her into my thigh as she starts rocking, still moving to the beat. I know if anyone looks at us, they’ll just think we’re grinding to the music, but it’s so fucking hot knowing that I’m about to make Emma come right here on the dance floor.
