The place is packed and booming, the music isn’t my taste, but it’s good to clear my mind and fill it with the thumping of the beat.
We’re approached by women throughout the evening, but I’m feeling picky.
Finally, I set my sights on a tall brunette with amazing breasts and a figure to die for. She’s all woman, from her six inch heels to the micro-mini showing off her legs. She’s fucking gorgeous.
She seems to share the sentiment because she’s all over me in minutes, introducing herself as Lex. Fuck, even her name is hot.
“Dance with me?” she yells over the music, and I shake my head, laughing. She doesn’t like that, because she takes my hand and drags me to the dance floor. And that’s when she’s in her element.
Hands wrapped around me, she practically gives me a lap dance in front of everyone. She’s wild and crazy; she’s stunning and so different than E-
No!
I focus on her moves, feeling the heat coming off her body.
She focuses her eyes on me and moves in closer and I feel my cock stirring. “Wanna have some fun?” she whispers/yells in my ear and I laugh at her.
She takes that as a yes, grabs my hands and places the between her legs, pulling me against her body, pressing it against a wall so we’re hidden from the others.
She’s not wearing panties.
I bite her neck as my hand explores the area between her legs, which is soaking wet. She moans against me and I’m so hard I’ll have to-
Someone is pulling me off Lex and despite the fact that their hold isn’t very strong, I turn around, angry, my mind still hazy from the feel of Lex’s silky, wet skin.
And then she’s here, the figment of my imagination – right before me.
Emme’s hurt eyes are boring into mine as I turn around, already forgetting about Lex.
Then she turns and runs off as I’m left scrambling, with another’s woman hands all over me.
Chapter 14
She’s a fast little thing, but I’ve been a runner my whole life.
After I rip Lex off of me and she spits an insult at me, I’m on her trail.
I lose her in the crowd almost immediately, only catching a glimpse here and there.
But I know Emme – have known her my whole life, in fact. And I know when something bad happens, she needs one thing. To breathe.
I burst out of the club and see her running off.
“Emme!” I yell after her, and she stops for a split second before disappearing into an alley. I’m hard on her trail, and in a minute, I’ve caught up to her, grabbing her hand and stopping her.
“Wait,” I plead. “Wait, please.”
She rips her arm out of my touch and stumbles backwards, and I can hear her sobbing.
“Emme,” I say softly. “Calm down, please!”
“NO!” she screams at me. “I will not. I saw that, you … you prick!”
I’ve never heard my stepsister curse and it’s a little funny, but I manage to stay serious. “Emme, it was nothing,” I say calmly.
But then my mind catches up with my heart and I realize – she’s jealous. She’s angry. So she has to care about me.
“Emme,” I repeat her name, because it feels too good on my lips to stop.
She flinches.
“Haven’t you seen my calls?” I ask her softly, thinking of the several times I’ve dialed her number. “Why didn’t you call back? Why did you ignore me?”
She raises her hands to her face and wipes her tears angrily. Her mascara is running and she’s more beautiful than ever, my wild little thing …
I step closer and she doesn’t move away.
“You do care,” I tell her.
“Of course I care,” she sighs and glares at me. “Are you thick? I’ve always cared for you. You’re the one playing games with me!”
I’m about to ask what the hell she’s talking about when she continues.
“I asked Aiden about it, and he told me you wanted nothing to do with me. I asked every day, Blane! And I didn’t answer because you always call at night, and I’m not going to be your booty call.”
My blood curdles when she says that, my fists clenching. That bastard lied. He lied to her, and that’s why I’ve been losing sleep for weeks while he went out with her. I’m going to kill Aiden.
“I didn’t know, Emme,” I say, gritting my teeth with anger. “I didn’t know he told you that. I thought you were ignoring me …” She looks up, a glimmer of hope in her eyes urging me to go on. “I guess he thought that because I didn’t tell him we had kissed … Because of the way I reacted when I saw you in our apartment,” I lie smoothly, protecting my brother’s ass.
“Why did you react like that?” she asks softly, stepping a little closer.
I sigh. “I … I’m bitter about what happened,” I tell her a half-truth, and thankfully, it seems to be enough, because her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me.
“So you do want to see me?” she asks quietly.
I cup her face in my hands and make her look into my eyes. “I already see you,” I whisper. “I see you every day, whether you’re around or not. You’re in here,” I point to my head. “And most of all, you’re in here.” I take her hand, guiding it to my heart.
She’s trembling, but she doesn’t break eye contact. Her lips part softly, and I lean in closer. I take my time this time, because this girl isn’t like the others …
They were rough, Emme is soft.