One More Time

Sean watched me walk away, his eyes following me closely. I grinned to myself and kept walking, jaunting my hips side to side to give him a little treat. My mind was a million miles away as I hurried into the bathroom. All I wanted to do was get home and have Sean all to myself. Dinner had been amazing, and dancing with him felt invigorating. Now, I was ready for more.

My skin was on fire as I stepped out of the bathroom and hurried down the hall toward the dance floor. I didn’t get more than a few steps when I felt someone’s tight grip clamp down on

my arm. Spinning around, my eyes flew up to see Tanner leering down at me. His fingers tightened on my arm as he leaned forward.

“What are you doing here with him?” Tanner asked, anger in his voice.

“Tanner,” I said. “You’re drunk. Let go of me.”

“I’m not drunk,” he said through clenched teeth. “I’m just pissed. Here I was, thinking you and I were meant for each other, and then I see you here with him. Some man I’ve never met. Some man who you barely know.”

“I do know him,” I said, trying to pull my arm away. “I know him better than you.”

“I don’t care!” Tanner hissed, leaning farther forward.

He let go of me just long enough to wrap his arm around my waist and yank me forward. I pushed against his chest and craned my head to the side, trying desperately to pull away from him.

“Tanner, just let me go.”

“You should be with me!” Tanner screamed. “Why can’t you see that? I’ve waited patiently for years, for you to turn around and see me for what I really am, but you never did! You just strung me along.”

“I don’t string you along!” I yelled back. “Get. Off. Of me!”

I shoved hard against Tanner, but he held me tighter. His fingers dug in to my sides, and I cried out in pain as he shoved me backward against the wall. I wiggled and squirmed, shoving and kicking at him, but he just held me there, pressing me harder into the solid wall.

“You should be mine!” Tanner screamed in my face. “And I’m going to show you that!”

Tanner’s hand slid down my side to the hem of my dress. He yanked it upward just as his lips crashed down on mine. I shoved his face away and screamed out in fear. Not a second later, Tanner flew backward and landed on the floor.

When I looked up, I saw Sean standing above Tanner, his face red with rage. He was on top of him in a flash, his fist connecting with Tanner’s jaw over and over again. Tanner struggled to get up, but Sean held him down easily. He lifted him up by his shirt collar and leaned forward menacingly.

“I’m only going to say this once,” Sean said. “Stay the hell away from Emily, or I will fucking end you.”

With one last punch, Sean shoved Tanner back to the ground and stood up. He was shaking with fury when he turned to face me. My eyes were wide with shock and fear, and I couldn’t move. My body was still pressed against the wall as if some invisible force was holding me there.

“Come on,” Sean said, an edge in his voice. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. Wrapping his arm protectively around my shoulders, Sean led me through the crowd of people in the club, not letting me go until we were safely outside. Once the night air whipped across our faces, Sean dropped his arm and glared off into the distance. I followed him to the car, neither of us saying a word.

We climbed inside and drove toward home. Sean was still shaking with unresolved rage. I tried to think of something to calm him down, but I couldn’t pry my lips apart. Part of me was terrified and shaken by Tanner’s assault, but another part of me was turned on by how fast Sean jumped into action. Watching him pummel Tanner into the ground for me was hot, and when I looked over at him, I felt a rush of desire wash over me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - SEAN

My head was racing as I drove us home. It took all my strength not to turn around and go back to the club. Hitting that jackass a few times wasn’t enough. He deserved to be beat fucking unconscious, pummeled until his face was be unrecognizable. I wanted to put him in the hospital and have him wake up, alone and afraid to see my face again.

Instead, I just kept driving. My anger was far from fading, but I knew I couldn’t do any more than I had. I had Tommy and Sarah to think about. If I got arrested for assault, they wouldn’t have anyone to take care of them. They’d already lost their mother, I couldn’t let my own anger rob them of their father.

Still, it was impossible not to feel a burning rage the entire ride home. It wasn’t until we finally pulled into the driveway that I turned around to see Emily staring at me, her eyes wide and her face flushed.

For the first time since the club, I wondered if I had scared her. She had never seen me fly off the handle like that before, and I never wanted her to. What that asshole did to her was awful, and he deserved to be punished for it. But what I did was bad too. I hadn’t once asked her if she was okay.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

She shook her head and reached over to touch my knee. Her hands were steady, but there was something in her eyes I didn’t recognize.

“Did I scare you?” I asked. “I’m sorry. It’s just, when I saw him holding you there, I lost it. I lost my mind, Emily. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” she said firmly. “What you did was amazing. I’ve never felt so protected in my life.”

“He deserved worse,” I said darkly. “I shouldn’t have left him breathing.”