“Sorry. I kind of cry at things now. I’m not really a crier but what you said about Dec kissing you like he means it,” and then she’s off again. Tears and crying fill the room. “These fucking hormones need to stop this shit.”
I laugh at her turn of expression but her repeating my description of Dec’s kiss only makes me imagine his kiss once more and I really hope Liv has lined up some double date with an eligible bachelor, although I suppose Dec is technically an eligible bachelor, even as a man whore.
Chapter 10
Declan
We enter the club, and I must admit it has a nice vibe to it. It’s not as big as Dazzler and it is only across one floor but there are two bars, a huge dance floor and a good variety of seating. Mase is still checking his phone and sighing. He’d already told Liv to wait outside because we were literally five minutes away. Liv, as she does, did the opposite and text him to say she was in the club. With his messages and attempts to make contact fruitless, Mase puts his phone away to scan the club. I hear an eighties track come on, maybe a power ballad about needing a hero and then in the middle of the dancefloor we see her at the same second.
“For fuck’s sake!” Mase curses while I laugh at him and the captive audience my sister-in-law is holding on the dancefloor.
My brother is already making his way to her, and I am simply following. Nobody dances quite like Liv. I laugh as I recall making her a job offer to be my professional dancefloor filler, an offer she giggled at. The same offer that got me a hard punch to the arm from Mase. Her arms are up in the air as she dances in a series of actions that appear to show her serenading the gathered crowd. She does look bloody phenomenal with her amazing body packed tightly into a pair of skin-tight black trousers and a tiny gold vest style top. Her pregnancy is undetectable in her current state, but I am convinced that even when she is nine months’ pregnant, she is still likely to be hot. Mase has reached her now and as pissed off as he looked when he pulled her to him his expression is already softening, especially when she wraps her arms around him before dancing for him.
I think I might as well grab a drink from the bar when something catches my eye, somebody near Liv. A fucking vision in black lace, Anita. She is wearing a very short dress that has a plunging back I see when she twirls on the dancefloor. Her legs look bare meaning that other than the dress she is likely to be wearing just a pair of pants. Her tiny frame as she dances looks as though she needs protecting and her tits and arse are calling to be cupped, held. As I watch, it appears that somebody else agrees because a man is zeroing in on her. His hands are already on her hips as he appears behind her. My look for him is as murderous as my look for her is salacious. I catch Mase’s eye, or he’s caught mine. Either way he is following my glare, but I am already making my way to where Anita is standing. Briefly, I see Mase say something to Liv who momentarily looks uncomfortable but then smiles as I close the distance.
“Anita.” I turn my attention to the man with his hands on my lady’s hips still. Fuck, she is not mine, but even so, she certainly isn’t this fucker’s! “You need to take your hands off her.”
He looks at me and smirks. God I am going to wipe that smirk off his fucking face if he doesn’t have a word with himself and unhand Anita.
“Now.” I insist, taking another step forward and increase the menacing expression on my face.
I feel Mase step alongside me, but I really do not need my big brother to fight this particular battle.
“Okay, okay.” The guy laughs but he does remove his hands, then the dumb twat allows his mouth to run. “You clearly have something going on so if you’re banging it, I will graciously retreat.”
I think he had more words he planned on sharing, but I stop him right there with his banging comment because Anita is not someone you bang. My fist is already colliding with this joker’s jaw and my other hand is grabbing Anita’s arm to pull her away. Bouncers are already heading towards the dancefloor, and I have no doubt we are all about to be ejected from the place. So much for checking out the competition, although as Anita’s hand grips mine, I figure the night is a greater success than I dared dream.
We are leaving the club and along with the initial pleasure at having Anita’s hand in mine, I can feel anger surfacing too, not at the guy I have just punched, but her. For being there, no, not being there because I know for sure that Liv was responsible for that. My anger at her is for being on that dancefloor, allowing another man to put his hands on her and then I am seething about that guy she was seeing, of what they did together. I am unsure if she senses my conflicting emotions but as I turn to face her, she looks wary, apprehensive, but not afraid.
“You!” I snap.
Her response is to bite and nibble her lip rendering me helpless to do anything other than kiss her.
She is pressed against a wall, my weight crushing her as I tilt her head and drop my mouth over hers and am handsomely rewarded by a low moan echoing around us as it escapes her lips. My hand is skimming over her outer thigh to her hip that I am digging my fingers into, pulling her into my body. The sensation of her squirming beneath me spurs me on because I can feel that she is beside herself with the feelings and desires I am bringing to the surface in her, the same ones she evokes in me. Her hands are reaching up, raking my head, tugging my hair as I overpower her tongue that had been attempting to compete with mine but no more, she is compliant and submissive now, whimpering and whining. Then a new sound comes, but from behind me, Mase.
“Anita,” he says, looking past me to where a dishevelled but very sexy looking Anita is, still resting against the wall with her eyes wide and her lips swollen. “Are things, okay?” he asks, and I almost feel sorry for him when I take in his mortified expression at finding us kissing, clearly in avery okayposition.
“Things are fine,” I say with a huge grin that quickly disappears when Mase continues.
“Anita,” he repeats. “We’re going. Courtesy of Rocky here, we were asked to leave too, but you can come with us. If that’s what you want.”
I am considering how many ways I can tell him to back the fuck off when Anita replies. “Thanks, but I’m fine, with Dec.”
She looks across at me and smiles but her smile quickly dwindles leaving only an unsure expression I don’t like and then I realise she is giving me a get out. She wants me not to cock this up again by reminding her that she needs to go home once we’re done. I will not balls this up again.
“Cupcake, you are more than fine with me,” I assure her and immediately reinstate her full smile which in turn makes me reciprocate.
“Aww,” Liv suddenly chips in. “He called her Cupcake,” she says, and I swear she is actually crying.
“Baby,” Mase says as he pulls her close while Anita laughs and then explains to me.
“Hormones, she cries now.”
“And then some,” Mase mutters but is already preparing to lead his wife away. Not before she’s hugged my lady and warned me though.
“Dec, I love you, but don’t be a dick and make me have to hurt you.”
I can’t help but laugh, although I assure her that I intend to do this right. “Scout’s honour,” I say and salute her.
