Page 13 of Broken
I stand up but my hands remain clasped on the bar. Turning toward him, I try to take a calming breath and remind myself that giving him what he deserves will serve me a one-way ticket right out of this club. “I gotta take a leak. I’ll be back.” I walk to the back of the club and into the bathroom.
Fucking get it together, Max.
I walk back into the club and see Brick talking to Izzy. She’s laughing. This is going to be the hardest shit I have ever done. If she were mine, I wouldn’t care about him talking to her because he couldn’t touch her, but she isn’t. He can touch her if he wants, and I can’t do shit about it. I’m pretty sure the brothers got the same warning I did about her being off-limits till Pres figures out who she is. It doesn’t ease my mind, though.
All I can think about is ignoring what I was told, pulling her close to me and pressing my lips to hers. I’ve noticed how when I touch her she relaxes and it only strengthens my resolve.
The lights go down for a minute as a song starts to play and one of the dancers walks out onto the stage. I don’t even glance at her. My eyes are on the girl behind the bar. The one whose eyes just got wide as she watches the stripper on the stage. Her curvy hips begin to sway from side to side as the music plays. I walk closer, sitting right in front of her.
Izzy looks as she watches the dancer. “She’s really good.”
“Yea, but she isn’t anything compared to the girl I’m lookin’ at.” I watch as the realization that I mean her sets in.
“You know the yo-yo act isn’t fun. Why don’t you figure out if you like me or if you’re embarrassed by me? Until then just stay away from me.” She turns and walks away toward the rooms in the back.
What the hell does she mean embarrassed of her?
I’d be proud as hell to have the girl next to me if it was even a possibility right now.
I need to find her.
I check the stock rooms and don’t find her. When I walk toward the private rooms I pray she isn’t in one of those, but of course she is. Izzy is sitting on one of the velvet couches, her head in her hands like she has a headache. She looks up as I walk toward her.
“I thought I told you to leave me alone,” her voice whispers.
“Yea, problem is I have no idea what I did wrong.” I reach for her hand and pull her up so she’s standing in front of me. I have a good six inches on her, so I tilt her chin up with my thumb so I can see her face.
“You act different when it’s just us. In the car you dropped my hand as soon as we parked so the girls didn’t see. You hid from Nikki in the bathroom ‘cause you didn’t want her to see us together.” She looks away from me.
Shit.
My hands find her hips as I lean down to whisper in her ear. “I’m not ashamed of you. I’m not allowed to fucking touch you and it’s killing me. Earlier I had to grip the edge of the bar when Brick was talking about you to keep myself from walking over to you and claiming you as mine. I want you every fucking second.”
Voices outside the curtain make me freeze. I grab Izzy’s hand, pulling her behind the oversized column. There is just enough room behind it and the wall for us to hide. I can’t get caught back here with her, even though I have to admit being this close to her is exactly what I want.
Footsteps sound and I hear giggling.
“You gotta make this quick, darlin’, I’m supposed to be manning the front door.” A deep voice sounds, but I can’t figure out who it is.
The sound of a zipper being undone fills the room, followed by the ripping of plastic. I look at Izzy, and she looks taken back by what she’s hearing. The girl moans and her chest takes a deep breath. My eyes are fixed on her lips. I’m so close to her, my hands braced on either side of her to keep my balance in the small space.
The sound of skin slapping together and groans fill the small space. Her chest starts to move faster, each time brushing against mine. I study her flushed expression and slightly open lips. Is she getting turned on by this?
I lean close to her. My breath hits her necks and I smile as goosebumps form over her skin. I place my lips against the skin under her ear and her hands grip the T-shirt I’m wearing.
Izzy’s breathing quickens as the woman starts to scream.
My one hand moves and twists her ponytail around it. I give it a slight tug, revealing more of her skin to me. Slowly I place a kiss on her neck, moving up toward her lips with each one. When I finally get to my target her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. I press against her lips soft at first, then the kiss transforms into a wildfire. I slide my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, teasing her, owning her.
The man growls loudly. The sound of zippers being pulled up and clothing being shifted lets me know that they are leaving.
I pull away from Izzy, using every ounce of control I have. Her lips are swollen and glistening. I want to dive back in, hold her tight to me and never leave this spot.
Once I’m positive that the two of them have gone, I pull Izzy out from the column. Her chest is still rising and falling faster than normal. I need to get out of here before I can’t stop myself again.
“You should get back out there before they come looking for you.”
Her face falls as she turns to leave. I grab her arm and turn her back toward me.
“If I could I would kiss you every second of the day. No one can know right now. I’d be out on my ass if they did. However, you can bet that as soon as I can call you mine I will. Once I can tell people, I’ll fucking write it in the sky. I want you, Izzy, all of you, all the time.”
She smiles at me and leans in, placing a kiss on my cheek.
I’m fucking screwed.
