Page 4 of Only Ever Yours
I need to sit down.
I stumble over to some totes stacked nearby that the catering staff has already started packing things away in.
Of course, he follows me.
“He is, Jay. I trust him.” I lean my head down and hike my dress up to my mid-thighs. If I get sick, I’m not messing up this dress.
He huffs, and I raise my eyes to meet his as he shakes his head in annoyance. “Trust… what a silly thing for you to do. Are you sure you know him that well?” His eyes tighten.
“For fuck’s sake, Jay. Do I look like I want to talk right now?” I groan, dipping my head towards the ground.
“No. Actually, you look like you’ve had too much to drink… and have no ride home.”
Smartass.
My stomach is feeling uneasy, and he's pissing me off, “Fuck you, Jay… just leave me alone… I don’t want to be bothered right now.”
“You keep saying that… better be careful,” his voice drops to an edgy tone as he says the last part. “Or I might just fuck you, Ellie.”
It would turn me on if I weren't feeling so horrible, but I don't want to talk right now. “I can’t do this right now, Jay…” I say, resting my head in my hands between my thighs.
“I know you can’t… you’re too drunk. Now get your ass up, Peachy. I’m taking you home.” His deep voice turns immediately from joking to a demand.
“Don’t call me that.” My body trembles, thinking about the night he’s referring to.
He steps even closer towards me as he speaks, “Why not? You liked it when I called you that before. I could still taste the peaches on your lips when I sucked them into my mouth that night.”
I groan, and he laughs. “Please don’t remind me of that horrible night.”
“Oh yeah, it was horrible, alright…” a cocky chuckle slips from his lips, “the most horrible part was when you were screaming my name so loud, the next room over called the front desk to complain about us.”
He's really pissing me off.
I drag both hands down my face. “Ugh… Stop fucking talking about it.”
He holds out his hand to me—Like, I’m actually going to take it.
I stare blankly at him.
Bad fucking idea, because he’s now rolled up the sleeves on his dress shirt, and I can see the most sinful pair of arms. I drag my eyes over every inch. Even in the low lighting, I can make out his intricate tattoos spiraling around his arms.
Fuck.
My pussy throbs, and I might just want to fall into his bed again. And he somehow knows my every thought, because he gets a stupid grin on his face.
“Whatcha thinking 'bout, Peachy?”
Those damn eyes of his. Dark and sinful. Staring directly into my soul.
“Nothing.”
“That look on your face tells me that youarethinking about something… and if I were a betting man… I would guess it has something to do with my dick going into your tight, wet pussy.” He bites his bottom lip.
Fuck him.
“Wrong.” I blurt. However, that’s all I can say because I’m lying. And he knows it.
“Alright, Peachy. Get your ass up, and let’s go get in my truck. I only had one drink earlier tonight. You, on the other hand…” he chuckles, “well, we both know you’ve had way too much to drink tonight.”
