Page 44 of Unmasked Rivalry
Mera takes her turn at karaoke, and it is even worse than Nia’s. I notice Wolfe, though, watching her with a kind of pride that makes me ache. Talon has got a cigarette stuck behind each ear and is simultaneously grilling and watching his woman with a lust that also makes me envious.
The first time I laugh so hard I nearly puke, it’s when we get into a very drunken game of truth or dare, and Nia triple dares Sable to flash Wolfe her boobs, and Sable just shrugs and does it, not even blinking. Kael has Sable over his shoulder in a matter of seconds, disappearing, and I know they’re about to have some hot, crazy sex after he chews her out for flashing his brothers.
I feel happy, dizzy, floating in my skin. For the first time in a long time, I’m just enjoying myself. Relishing in the laughter, the club, and everything that comes with it. This is the kind of family I never thought I’d want, but here I am, praying for it.
Of course, it doesn’t last.
Half an hour later, after my third trip to the bathroom, I come back to see Knox with a sweetbutt parked on his lap. She’s platinum blonde, legs that could snap a man’s neck, and her tits are out and available for the world to see. She’s got one hand on the back of his neck and is laughing into his ear, her ass wiggling against his lap.
My face must go a weird shade because Sable catches it.
“Girl, get over there and claim your man.”
“He’s not my man,” I mutter, because, well, he’s not.
I can’t help the shade of green that washes over me, though. Because he doesn’t shove her off, doesn’t even lookuncomfortable, just sits there, face unreadable, seemingly unbothered.
I need fresh air.
I grab another drink, this time not even caring what it is, and get the hell out of there. The air is cooler outside, stars out, and for a second, I want to scream. I don’t have a claim on him. I don’t own his fucking soul. And yet I feel like I should.
Pathetic.
When did I become that girl?
“Running away, sunshine?”
Of course, he followed.
I casually shrug. “I was just getting some air.”
He comes up behind me, steps so heavy I feel them through the boards. “That right?”
I turn to face him, one fist tight by my side. “You looked like you were having fun. I didn’t want to—what’s the word—cockblock?”
He grins, dark and sharp, stalking me backwards until my ass hits the porch rail. His body pins me there, both hands coming down to trap me in place.
“Jealousy looks real good on you,” he murmurs, breath hot as he gets closer.
I snort. “I’m not jealous. I just don’t want to have to get tested for STDs every day this week.”
He barks a laugh.
“Don’t like when other women touch me?” he asks, voice rough.
I want to slap him. I want to fuck him. Both. Instead, I just glare.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
His hand fists in my hair, gentle but so possessive it makes my stomach flip. “Just admit it makes you fuckin’ crazy.”
I shove at his chest, but he doesn’t move. “Go back to your little woman,” I huff.
He leans down, lips brushing my ear. “I think I might stick with you.”
“Do you get off on this?”
He nips my ear, and I hiss. “Yeah. I do. But not as much as I get off on that sweet pussy of yours.” His mouth is on mine then, hot and deep, and his hand is already sliding under my shirt.
