Love You Always

“Turn around,” I command, wanting to see her eyes. Wanting her to see her future. Of course she can’t hear me because she’s across the club and the music is loud. Men turn to look at her. My hand wraps around another beer, gripping it tight so that none of these men get hurt. I drop it down so hard that I’m surprised it doesn't shatter.

“Take it easy,” my brother says as his hand comes down onto my shoulder. He lets out a whistle as he spots who I’ve been looking at.

“Don’t,” I snap at him.

“Aren't you the one who said I should find a woman? That I needed to settle down?” I can tell from his tone that he’s only teasing me but I don’t find jokes that include my future wife funny. I did tell him those things. It’s one of the reasons I am here, to tell him that shit again. He doesn’t need to work himself to death. He needs to have a life.

“She’s not the one for you. She’s mine.” I look over to my brother, whose face fills with surprise.

“That so?” A slow smile pulls at his mouth.

“Fuck off.”

“I’d love to fight it out with you, brother, but I’ll never win. I know when you get that look in your eyes.” People say that I have a killer look when I’m closing a deal or when I have something in my line of sight that I want.

“Meeting cancelled.”

“Yeah. I’m short staffed and I’m going to have to work the bar.” He rips off the few tickets that I printed. I grab the one on the end, putting it with the beer I almost shattered.

“Tell security no one is to go near her.”

“You shitting me?”

“Have I ever shitted you?” I give him a hard look. He pulls his phone from his pocket, firing off a text. I’m sure he’s issuing the order I gave him.

“I wish I could fuck with you about this.” He waves the tickets. “But I got shit to do.”

I give him a nod. He shakes his head at me before getting to work. My eyes go back to the blonde, who is swaying her small hips to the beat of the music. Her hair bounces with each of her movements. I want her. No, fuck that. I need her more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.

She finally turns, laughing at something her friend said. Her gaze meets mine. Her beautiful green eyes take me in. I can tell she likes what she sees but I also see a second of hesitation in those stunning eyes before she turns back around to engage with her friend. I grab another beer, dropping it down and sliding it across the bar.

Seconds later when I glance back over, her eyes are trained on me. Her lips part when I hold her gaze, her shoulders straighten, she says something to her friend, and then those long, gorgeous legs make their way toward me.

I rest my hands on the bar, bracing myself to meet who I know will be the love of my life. She stops before me, her green eyes trained on me. Her little pink tongue peeks out to wet her lips and it’s almost my undoing. I want to take that mouth, to hear it scream my name, to have her gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock as she pleasures me and ultimately to hear the words I do come from it. Her strawberry scent hits my nose, going straight to my dick.

“You should buy me a drink.”

I smirk, loving that she’s not shy in the least. “Is that so?” I raise my eyebrow at her.

“Yes, gentlemen buy women drinks without them having to explain why they should do it.” Her eyebrow lifts at me this time in a challenge.

“Who said that I’m a gentleman?”

That brings a full-on smile to her lips. “I’m Amelia.” She leans over the bar, reaching her hand out to me and giving me a glimpse down the front of her dress to the soft valley of her tits. Somehow I get my own name out. I grab hold of her small hand, engulfing it in mine in a possessive hold. My instincts take over and before I know what’s happening, my lips are on hers.

She’s hesitant at first but then her mouth opens, giving me the entrance that I crave. That’s the moment I know for sure that I’ve found my forever. Everything else fades away as I take my kiss. Or maybe it’s her who’s doing the taking.

She jerks back, those green eyes looking bigger than ever. Her lips are swollen from my assault. That cotton candy pink tongue comes out again to wet them.

“We’re leaving.” I release her, putting both of my hands back on the bar to brace myself as I clear it in one jump, landing beside her.