Part 5 (1/2)
”What in the h.e.l.l are they doing?” he growls, his eyes going hard. ”They're acting f.u.c.king ridiculous.”
I s.h.i.+ft in my seat, not liking Nick's att.i.tude. No, I don't like the way they are all over each other either, but f.u.c.k if some guy is going to talk about my sister like that.
Before I get a chance to say anything, Jaxon's on the other side of the bar and is beside Nick with a hand on his shoulder. ”Just leave it, man.”
Nick shrugs the hand off and gets up from his seat. He sets his beer down and snarls, ”Not f.u.c.king likely,” before walking off toward Andrew and Chris.
When I get up from my seat to follow and make sure he stays in line, Jaxon says, ”Give him a minute, Jase. There's s.h.i.+t between them that they need to settle.”
”I'll wait, but if he f.u.c.ks up then he's done,” I tell him. I'm trying to stay out of my sister's s.h.i.+t, but I'll only allow so much.
Jaxon nods and we both turn our heads toward Nick's retreating back.
Chris stiffens when Nick makes it to them. Andrew steps to the side, but keeps a close eye on them, something I'm grateful for. Chris and Nick exchange a few heated words. You can see from their body language the words are angry.
When Nick grabs Chris's arm, I've seen enough. Without a look in Jaxon's direction, I move quickly across the floor. I'm about halfway there when Chris forcefully pulls her arm away, rears back, and slaps Nick's face. I feel a sense of pride when I hear her palm hit his cheek, but I'm also worried about Nick's reaction. My walk turns into a jog, but before I get there, Andrew steps in my path.
”Get the f.u.c.k out of my way,” I grate at him, my eyes still glued on Nick and Chris. I see tears in her eyes, and I want to tear Nick limb from limb. Nick just stands there, glaring at Chris.
”Leave them be, Jase,” Andrew says firmly, getting in my face. ”He won't hurt her.”
”f.u.c.k that!” I growl. ”There's other ways to hurt people than just physically. He's obviously hurt her.” When I go to move around him, he steps in my way again.
I'm getting ready to push him out of my f.u.c.king way when he says in a more gentle voice, ”Jase, baby, look at me.” I pull my eyes to him and he continues, ”They need to work through some s.h.i.+t, okay? They won't be able to do that if you step in. I know Nick. He wouldn't do anything that would permanently hurt Chris. Sometimes we have to go through pain to make it out on the other side happy. Give them time.”
I look away from him and back at Chris. I still see tears in her eyes and it makes my chest hurt. Chris wears her feelings on her sleeve, while Nick is obviously in denial. Their feelings, whatever they may be, run deep. I know Andrew is right, but it's still hard to see my sister like this.
Nick grabs Chris's arm again and starts leading her toward the exit. I go to follow, because f.u.c.k, this is my sister here, but Andrew grabs my attention by saying, ”Come on, baby, dance with me.” My eyes land on him and he gives me a s.e.xy smirk. ”I know you want to. I saw you watching me while I was dancing with Mia and Chris. Were you jealous?”
A grunt is my answer. d.a.m.n straight I was jealous. I want to be the only person Andrew dances with. I won't tell him that, though. He's c.o.c.ky enough as it is.
The door closes behind Chris and Nick. I want to follow, but instead let Andrew grab my hip and pull me in close. I'm giving Nick one last chance to get his s.h.i.+t straight, but if I ever see him treat my sister like he did tonight, I'm stepping in, and f.u.c.k everyone else.
The rich smell I now a.s.sociate with Andrew floods my senses. I breathe in deep and close my eyes briefly. When I open them, I see Andrew's l.u.s.t-filled gaze. The fire there has my blood pumping and my d.i.c.k growing. Seems like my d.i.c.k is always making itself known when I'm around Andrew.
I keep my hands to my sides as Andrew pulls me closer to him, slowly swaying our hips to the soft beat of the music. I barely suppress a groan when our chests come into contact. I feel the ridge of his hard d.i.c.k through two layers of jeans. I want to drop to my knees, unb.u.t.ton and unzip his pants, and lick it like a f.u.c.king lollipop. My mouth waters at the thought.
Andrew's hand lowers from my waist and lands on my a.s.s, squeezing, making the already spa.r.s.e room in my jeans even smaller. I know he feels it, because he gives me a s.e.xy smile.
”You want me too, don't you?” he asks huskily.
No sense in denying it any longer. ”I may want you, Andrew, but that doesn't mean this is a good idea.”
”Why the h.e.l.l not? I think it's the best f.u.c.king idea ever.”
”Because there's s.h.i.+t going on that you don't know about,” I tell him. Before he can open his mouth to ask what s.h.i.+t I'm referring to, I stop him. ”Don't ask. It's s.h.i.+t I'll take care of on my own.”
He scowls at me for a moment before the s.e.xy smirk is back in place. He leans down, and I stiffen. His warm breath on my neck and the bristle from his five o'clock shadow cause a s.h.i.+ver to race through my body. I'm no longer able to hold back my groan.
Andrew chuckles in my ear and says softly, ”I'll just have to change your mind then, baby.”
My body is on fire and my head tips to the side before I can stop it. I reach with both hands and grip his waist tightly. Andrew's lips graze my neck and my knees nearly buckle. Sheer force of will keeps them straight. I want to grab a handful of hair and yank his lips to mine. My lips tingle and it takes everything I have not to do just that. I bet his lips would taste like heaven.
”f.u.c.k, Jase, you taste so d.a.m.n good,” he groans, licking his way up my neck, bringing goose b.u.mps to my arms. ”So many f.u.c.king things I want to do to you.”
My hands flex on his waist, unconsciously molding our bodies closer, if that's even possible. Andrew's hips push against mine, and I can't help but push back.
”Andrew,” I moan.
”I know, baby,” he says against my neck. ”You're lucky we're in the middle of the dance floor, or I'd take you right now. I'd sink my d.i.c.k in your tight a.s.s and f.u.c.k you so d.a.m.n good.”
s.h.i.+t, I want that too.
We stay this way for a few minutes, slowly grinding on each other. Probably putting on a pretty good show for the people watching. Do I care? h.e.l.l no. It feels too d.a.m.n good to care. I'd stay this way forever if I could. Actually no, I wouldn't. I'd want a bed close by and for everyone to disappear first.
When the song ends, Andrew pulls back, just far enough for me to see his eyes. They're dark, but I swear I see fire in them. We're both breathing heavily, and I think Andrew is going to lean in and kiss me. I silently pray he does, even though I shouldn't. I'm done. It's inevitable. Why fight something that's going to happen anyway? I'll just have to deal with the consequences later.
”s.h.i.+t,” Andrew mutters. ”I've got to get back behind the bar before Jaxon slaughters me.”
I'm tempted to tell him f.u.c.k it, Jaxon and Mia can handle things themselves, but I don't. I can't. I want to growl out my frustration. Now that I've decided to give in, I'm impatient. I want him now.
Instead, I take a step back from him and nod. ”Go.”
His eyes don't leave mine as he takes another step back, and then another. Before he can get out of hearing range, he says, ”This isn't over. We're continuing this later.”
I don't say anything, and after another moment, Andrew turns around and heads to the hallway, I'm a.s.suming to the bathroom to get his d.i.c.k under control before getting back to work. I stand there and watch his a.s.s in his tight jeans and want to chase after him.
I've never had someone get me so worked up as Andrew does. All he has do is look at me with his black eyes and I'm ready and willing to forget all the other s.h.i.+t going on in my life. Even though I know it's a bad idea, there's no way I can continue to keep away from him. That s.h.i.+p has sailed and is a thousand miles away from sh.o.r.e.
With that thought in mind, I start walking toward the dark hallway Andrew is currently in. I've decided that Jaxon and Mia can handle things for a few more minutes. Just as Andrew said earlier, I'm not leaving without a taste. He's teased and taunted me one too many times and it's about d.a.m.n time he follows through.
Just as I reach the mouth of the hallway, Andrew walks out of the bathroom. I briefly notice the white t-s.h.i.+rt he has on with the caption, ”You must be this long to climb on this ride.” There's a ruler underneath the lettering.
I beeline straight for him, determination in my steps. He doesn't notice me until I'm only a few feet away. He stops in his tracks with that d.a.m.n s.e.xy smile in place.
”You come back for-” he starts, but I stop him by slamming him against the wall. The next second my mouth is taking his in a brutal kiss.
And it tastes every f.u.c.king bit as good as I knew it would it.
There is no slow build-up of teases and touches and coaxing with my tongue. f.u.c.k that. I go straight for the good stuff and shove my way into his mouth. Of course, none of that would have been needed anyway, because he gives as good as he gets.
I moan into his mouth and push my hard body against his, both our d.i.c.ks still hard and straining toward each other. Andrew grips my hair and slants my head to the side, giving us both better access to the other's mouth.
I feel the vibrations of Andrew's moan against my chest and it just ramps up my need even more. I adjust my stance and shove one of my legs between his, gently rocking my thigh against his hardness. He growls against my lips and the sound brings tingles to my skin.
I pull back and start licking and kissing down his neck. Once I make it to his ear, I whisper raggedly, ”No more f.u.c.king teasing. You want to f.u.c.k me, then f.u.c.k me, but know that you won't be the only one doing the f.u.c.king.” I need him to know that I'm not just a bottom. I give and take. There's no way this will work if he doesn't realize that. No f.u.c.king way in h.e.l.l I would be able to hold back from sinking my d.i.c.k in his a.s.s. I'm already so f.u.c.king hard I could hammer nails.
Andrew groans and grips my a.s.s, kneading it. ”You want my a.s.s, baby?” I pull back and look into his eyes, not able to hide the fierce need, causing him to chuckle. In a low voice, he continues, ”Oh, yeah, you want it bad, don't you? Well, you're in luck, 'cause it's all f.u.c.king yours.”
I know my eyes flare with desire at his words, and I attack his mouth again. The thought of what's to come later has my blood pumping and my hands itching to rip his clothes off and take him now. My stomach flutters, and I feel light-headed. Sweat slides down my overheated body.