“Cole would never leave you. Ever.”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “He’s here.”
“Who?” I take a quick look around the bar.Did Seth follow me?My heart pounds at the thought. The odds of me fighting him off twice are not good. I’m already weak and tired.
“Cole,” she answers, opening her eyes.
“How do you know?” I ask.
She lets go of my hand and takes another shot. “I can feel him watching me.” She throws back the shot and a smile appears on her face before she whispers, “I dare you.”
Just then, a man walks up behind her and places his hands on her hips. I watch Cole lean down and whisper in her ear. “Hello, sweetheart.” He’s no longer the pissed-off guy he was thirty minutes ago, but I can’t tell if it’s a front or real. He’s put a shirt on and now wears jeans instead of his board shorts and has his hair spiked.
She wipes the smile off her face and stands, turning around to face him. “I didn’t want to be around you.”
He tucks her hair behind her ear. “And I didn’t care.”
She huffs. “Cole …”
He cuts her off with a kiss. One hand cups her cheek while the other goes to her ass, and he kisses her. It’s passionate. Slow and sexy. I watch his tongue enter her mouth as he pushes her back into the bar. I’ve never spent much time with them, but I’ve read about their passion, anger, and sex life in her journal. And the words she wrote don’t even compare to the real thing. To what he feels for her.
He pulls away, and she licks her lips, her eyes slowly opening. “I’m not leaving,” she states.
“I didn’t expect you would.” He lets go of her, grabs her hand, and says, “Dance with me,” before pulling her away from the bar.
I sit on my stool and watch them take their place on the mini dance floor. There’s no grinding. Nothing to show that he once used her for his own sick game. He makes love to her out there. Slow and sweet. He holds her to him and kisses her while they dance to their own song. It’s beautiful.
I realize I want that. The fighting. The passion. The love. I want someone to love me so much that I make them crazy. Anything less would be boring. Lifting my hand to my throat, I flinch when I realize that’s exactly what Deke and I have. I wanted him to fuck me, and now I want him to love me.
Spinning around, I hold up two fingers to the bartender. “Vodka,” I state. I’ve had enough of that cinnamon shit.
“Here you are.” He sets them down.
“Thanks,” I mumble as a man slides onto Austin’s seat. I look over to see a new set of blue eyes. Ones that make my breath quicken and my thighs tighten.
Fuck!
“If you’re here to force me to leave, I’ll make a scene.” Not a good idea on my part since I’m underage, but he doesn’t want to push me on this.
Deke shakes his head. “We’ll go when you’re ready.”
“We?”
He nods once.
“Waiting for me to get drunk before you try to kill me this time?” I ask. He doesn’t answer.
I reach out for the shots and throw one back. Tears sting my eyes, and I hold up two fingers for more. I’m going to do exactly what Austin said—drink this fucking day away.
I hear him release a sigh. “Demi …”
“Don’t.” I choke on the single word.
I swallow the knot that has formed in my throat. My fake boyfriend tried to rape me because he said he had to. Cole and Deke mentioned that I’m on some list. And Deke has taken it upon himself to babysit me. But just thirty minutes ago, he wanted to kill me. Hell, maybe he still does. Why not drink myself into a coma tonight?
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
DEKE
