Page 128 of Stolen Fate

“No, because I’m sure I’ll have to carry you out of here by the end of the night.”

She gasped and I held in a smile. “Are you saying something about my tolerance?”

“Yes, I am. You have none.”

“Hey, you don’t know that.”

Emilia laughed. “Oh, please. I bet I can count on one hand how many times you’ve actually had a drink.”

And it was hard to tell under the neon lights, but I was sure Evelyn was blushing from the truth of it.

I laughed then and ran my fingers down the side of her cheeks. She glared at me but didn’t pull away. “You can order something else,” I said, meaning it. “The Four Horsemen shot is pretty hardcore. Hell, even I get affected by it after a couple of them.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, drawing my eyes over to it. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. There wasn’t any way for her to, not with how tiny this dress was.

“I’ll be fine. And who knows, I might be the one to carry you home, old man.”

I raised an eyebrow at that. “Old? I don’t think six years is that big of an age difference, do you?” Briefly, I saw Jensen taking Emilia away to the dance floor, leaving us alone. Perfect.

I had been trying to get her alone all night.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. Is that a gray hair?”

She let out a tiny squeak when I pulled her into my lap. “What are you doing?” she asked, looking around. She would soon realize no one was looking at us. We were in a dark and crowded club, and most of the people in here were in an even more questionable position than we were.

I grinned at her when she turned to glare at me. God, she was adorable, and I was keeping her.

Now and forever.

She adjusted herself a bit on my lap, moving against my cock in the most agonizing, amazing way. I grabbed her hips and forced her to still, pulling her down roughly against me. She stopped moving when she felt my erection pushing against her and let out a small gasp that was drowned out by all the noise surrounding us, her hands moving to my shoulders, trying to keep balanced.

The waitress chose that time to come back with our drinks. She quietly placed them on the table in front of us, avoiding eye contact before walking out of there without a word.

Evelyn waited until she was out of sight, and leaned in closer to me until her lips were directly by my ear. “What are we doing?”

“What does it look like? We’re enjoying each other’s company.”

“I don’t think you understand exactly what that means. I’m sure I can enjoy your company in my own seat.”

“Are you sure about that?” I asked, shifting her hips a little back and forth against my cock. Her grip on my shoulders tightened and I let out a groan.

“God, baby. You feel so good against me.”

“Jace,” she moaned. “Are you sure we should be doing this?”

“Why not? Emilia and Jensen are too busy grinding against each other on the dance floor to pay us any attention. It’s just you and me right now.”

“What?” She straightened and looked out to the dance floor. And I might have exaggerated the grinding part, but Jensen was dancing close to Emilia and sending death glares to any man that dared move close.

“I’m going to kill him,” she said.

I cupped her cheek and turned her attention back to me. “Later, love. You can kill him later. Right now, I want you to focus on me. Can you do that?”

“Why? Are you feeling left out? I look at you all the time.”

I squeezed her side for that comment, and she jumped in my lap, slapping my chest. Brat. “Focus on me, Evelyn. Right now, in this moment, there’s only us. Can you do that?”

She nodded and focused her gaze back on me. We stared at each other for a moment, not saying anything, and it felt like we were the only two people on the earth. The club faded away and nothing really mattered but the fact that we were in our own little bubble.

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