“Boo.” She pouts. “You’re no fun.”
She waves down one of several bartenders and secures more drinks. I scan every face within my sight, searching for Emmett, but it’s impossible to pinpoint him in the throng. He’s here somewhere, lying in wait for the perfect opportunity to pounce on me. I know that for a fact. The Wilder men are persistent if nothing else.
“Come on, babe,” Jamieson shouts, grabbing his husband’s hand. “I’m ready to dance.”
We join the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. After a few songs, my inhibitions are nonexistent and my stalker problem is put on the back burner. I’m bumping and grinding, my arms raised high above my head and my hips swaying. I can’t believe how much fun I’m having. I usually hate clubs and hide in a corner until it’s time to go.
Sudden awareness bombards me, raising the fine hairs on my nape and scattering goosebumps across my skin.It’s him.He’s watching me. I break away from the group and scour the crowd again, finding my stalker leaning against a pillar, his hands tucked inside his pockets. His face is a granite mask, but there’s no mistaking the unchecked desire brimming in his smoldering irises. He eye-fucks me, lighting me on fire wherever his glittering steel-blue orbs touch. I bet at this very moment he’s rock hard. My pussy throbs at the thought.
The tiny devil perched on my shoulder orders me to tease him and I happily oblige, slowly sucking an index finger into my mouth. Emmett straightens to his full height, his thirsty gaze tracking the action. I feel sexy, emboldened, and in charge. He takes a step forward and I take a step back, maintaining the several feet separating us. I slide my hands over my breasts and began dancing, seductively swinging my hips from side to side.
Everyone else fades away, leaving just the two of us. His mental caress is tangible on my flesh. There’s no plausible explanation for this. My mind must be playing tricks on me. That’s the only reasonable conclusion unless our passion is so strong, it’s become a living organism, invisible to the naked eye. I burrow a hand into my thong, finding my vulva wet and swollen. Emmett clenches his jaw and takes another step forward. Again, I retreat, thoroughly reveling in our impromptu cat-and-mouse game. I widen my legs and briskly stroke my inflated clit in circular motions, watching him watch me. My pussy clenches, spilling a desperate cry from my parted lips. I’m almost there. The rise and fall of his chest increases exponentially, signaling his waning control.Good. He’s getting a taste of his own medicine.
“Eve.” I go ramrod straight, instantly recognizing the familiar voice. “Is that you?”
I jerk my hand out of my thong and pivot on my heel, coming face-to-face with my ex. He has the audacity to smile at me as if we’re long-lost friends. As if he didn’t shatter my heart into a million pieces just a few short months ago.
“Wow, you look amazing,” he shouts over the music, gathering me in a tight hug. “It’s so good to see you.” I shake in anger, balling my hands into fists at my sides. “Don’t be like that,” Calvin coos in my ear. “I still have love for you.”
“You still have love for me?” I fume, tearing away from him. “Calvin, you abruptly ended our seven-year relationship without an explanation. I thought we were happy.”
I don’t give a shit who hears our shouted conversation, this confrontation is long overdue.
“We were.” He drags a hand through his jet-black mane, courtesy of his Native American genes. “It’s complicated, okay?”
“I deserve closure,” I snap at him. “Was there someone else?”
“Of course not,” Calvin denies. “Jesus, Eve, how could you think that? I never cheated on you.”
“I don’t know what to think.” I shake my head, the pain of the breakup rushing back to me. “I need to understand why. Please.”
I look over my shoulder and see Emmett watching our interaction, a thunderous expression on his face. I hope he stays right where he is. He’ll make this awkward situation twenty times worse.
“You’re the only girlfriend I’ve ever had.” He sighs, snaking a hand into his hair again. “Getting through college and building a career were my top priorities in my early twenties. I didn’t have time for fun or playing the field. I want to experience that before tying the knot.”
I can’t believe my ears. He broke up with me to become a manwhore. But in all honesty, it could’ve been a whole lot worse. He could’ve just started cheating on me. In a convoluted way, I guess I should be grateful he ended things, though it still hurts.
“Well, I hope the single life suits you,” I retort, stepping around him. “Oh, and thank you so very much for wasting seven years of my life.”
“Wait.” Calvin grasps my wrist. “How about a dance? For old times’ sake.”
“I’ll pass but thanks,” I quip sarcastically.
“Come on.” He seizes my hips and pulls me against him. “Just one dance.”
“I said no!” I hiss, shoving against his chest.
Emmett swoops in and yanks me into his arms, his lips crashing down onto mine while his velvet tongue plunders my mouth. I twist my fingers into his shirt and instantly soften into his powerful embrace. Large hands slide over my ass, drawing me tightly against his vast erection. I moan into his silken mouth, both exhilarated and frightened by his girth. Emmett tunnels a hand into my curly strands and tugs, angling my head. The kiss turns feral. We cling to each other, our tongues dueling and teeth clanking. I bite his bottom lip, dizzy with lust.
“Vixen,” Emmett growls, blood trickling down his chin.
He spins me around, molding his chest to my back. Calvin isn’t even a blip on my radar. I don’t give a damn if he’s watching us. In fact, I hope that he is.
“Please, Emmett,” I pant, pushing my ass against his straining cock like a cat in heat. “I didn’t finish.”
“Ah, is the naughty vixen horny?” he rumbles, delving both hands into my thong. “Does she want me to play with her pretty pussy?”
Emmett positions his thumbs on either side of my clit and languidly massages the distended flesh while his other thick digits explore my wet folds.
