With more force than I knew he was capable of, he hurls me backward.
I feel the impact before I feel any pain.
My head snaps back as the back of my neck is slammed against the corner of the coffee table, and I’m not sure what my ass lands on, but it doesn’t feel like the floor. Ahigh heel, maybe. Whatever it is, it fucking hurts. I spend a few seconds on the ground, stunned, only semi-aware of the visual of Casey chasing Ethan out of the apartment.
My hand finds the ache at the back of my neck while I roll off of whatever I landed on – a power bank for one of our laptops. “God, that smarts,” I hiss to myself.
When Casey storms back into the apartment, he offers to take me to an urgent care to get checked out, but I tell him that would be ridiculous. I got whacked in the neck, not hit over the head with a bat or anything. I send him back to his room, with my thanks, and head for my own with a bag of frozen peas pressed against my skin.
Part of me wishes that I had Eric’s number. I might not want to call the cops or see a doctor; but I think I would like to seehim.
Maybe it’s crazy, maybe it’s a little bit delusional, but I really think that if I called him, he would come running.
I think that he would be here.
TWENTY-ONE
Davis
Coming to Envy has become such a normal part of my routine, it’s like fucking muscle memory at this point. Walk past the bouncer, give him a quick clap on the back in greeting, stop at the bar for a starter cocktail and head upstairs to the empty VIP section to see my girl.
It’s probably a little fucked, but if this is all we get of each other, I’m cool with it. I’ll buy this place out every fucking night to see her for the rest of my life if that’s what it takes. I’m not letting her go again now that I have her back.
I stroll up to my favorite table and set the purple bottle of perfume that I’ve been keeping tucked away in my dresser for months at the center of the table before I settle into the couch, kicking my feet up on the table in front of me, waiting the few minutes before I see Sophia’s blonde head bobbing up the stairs, headed right for me.
“Hi handsome,” she grins as she approaches, her navy blue outfit made up of two pieces tonight; a corset top, stitched tight at the back, the front of it pushing her tits up like they’re trying to defy fucking gravity, and a matching set of panties that sit low on her hips. My cock twitches when I see her swaying toward me, like it always fucking does.
I’ve been good, though.
“Evening, Sugar.”
“What are we having tonight?”
I reach forward for the menu, pulling it toward myself to scan over it while she settles onto the couch next to me.
“Eric, is that—” I watch as she reaches forward to grab the bottle of perfume, turning it over in her hands. She pulls the lid off of the top and lifts it to her nose, breathing deeply with a satisfied sigh. “It is! How did you get this?”
“I went back and got it after we left that little market,” I tell her.
“You— this whole time?”
A smile creeps across my face and I reach my arm around her waist. “Come here, Sugar,” I tell her, dragging her closer until I can pull her up onto my lap.
She puts a couple of spritzes of the perfume onto her wrist and sets the bottle down so she can dab both wrists together, pulling them up to her nose to take another deep breath of the fragrance.
“You didn’t even know me and you went back to get this for me,” she breathes.
“I can be thoughtful every now and again,” I laugh, my hands finding their way to settle on her hips.
She leans backward, pressing her body against my chest, and turns her head over her shoulder. I lean forward to meet her and press my lips to hers, a fucking tidal wave of heat coursing through my veins at the contact. Somehow she’s even sweeter than she was in Mexico. Somehow, I forgot how well we mold together.
Sophia’s hips roll over my lap, her ass grinding against my cock, and I groan my approval into her ear, holding tightly to her hips while my cock strains against my jeans, aching with need.
“You’re about to be my undoing, Sugar,” I growl into her ear, earning a soft giggle in response.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her body closer to mine and use my free hand to reach up, pulling herhair over her shoulder to push it all over to the other side. I have to taste her fucking skin.
Right now.
