“Come on, Vix, you can move these hips better than this, I know you can,” Pax taunts.
He jerks me closer, spins me the other way, and begins to grind himself against me from behind with slow and deliberate movements as I take in the way his hands grip me only the way he can. It’s like nobody else exists when he touches me, and I close my eyes, feeling the effects of the alcohol kick in.
“That’s it, girl,” he whispers down my neck.
I lift my arms above my head, blindly searching for and finding his hair, weaving my fingers through it as our bodies move together to the rhythm of the music. Gabe was right, the way Pax and I move together is harmonious, mirroring each other’s movements. I feel his hands shift, one down and in between my legs and the other onto my breasts.
I know I’m buzzing, but it feels like I am weightless when we dance like this, and fuck am I turned on… and boy is his dick letting my tailbone know he is too.
My body is reacting to him as always, to the persistence of his hand massaging me with a determination that only Pax has, and I know if I let him keep going, I’m going to orgasm right on the dance floor.
I stop his hand and open my eyes as the music stops, noticing the place is damn near empty as I turn to look at Pax.
“Where is everybody going? The party is just getting started, I swear it’s only been like four hours since we opened.”
“Don’t worry,” he says smiling wickedly, “I gave Jack and Jimmy the kill the party signal, I’d rather be alone with you tonight.”
I glance over at the twins as they salute us with a bottle of Grey I can only assume they are taking home as payment and I watch them make their way out the door. The place is a giant mess, but it’s empty, and my heart starts to pound, realizing why Pax wants to be alone.
“I need another drink,” I say dragging him over to the bar. I pour him his regular and slam back a double, trying to regain both my buzz and my balls, knowing I have to tell him.
“Listen, Whiskey… there’s something I have to tell you that I know you aren’t going to like, and by not like,” I pause to gain my composure, “I mean you are probably going to want to get on your bike and either do something really stupid, or never come back.”
Pax locks his fingers together and leans forward, his eyes tapered and brows strained at the center.
“You went and fucked the lawyer, didn’t you?”
“What? No, I didn’t,” I pause, stunned. “I sucked his dick.”
My confession comes out so inaudibly I’m not sure if he heard me until he starts to laugh uncontrollably. I stand there, feeling tipsy, watching him laugh until he stops and shakes his head.
“Was it a ‘hate blow’ or an ‘I’m going to fuck with Satan’s day’ blow?”
“The second one,” I say, feeling the guilt rise in my chest.
“And you seriously thought I would leave you over it?”
He starts laughing again and pulls me onto his lap.
“Ummm, yes, I know how you feel about lawyers, Whiskey, and I’m really sorry. I just thought that maybe if she knew how it felt… or if—”
“Shhh,” he whispers, “I told you, Vixen. I know you, and I already know what you thought. It serves me right for always letting you take matters into your own hands. But I get it, and to be honest, I expected it.”
“You did?” I cringe, wondering how the fuck he isn’t angry.
My eyes are welling with tears because I have no clue how he is being so fucking rational right now.
“Of course I did. You were born to handle your own, you’re a badass. Truthfully, it’s no different than the way I leave sometimes to take care of things I don’t want to burden you with. I love you far too much to drag you through my mud, and I know you feel the same way about me.”
Now the tears are running down my face, so I close my eyes tight, willing them to stop. Between them, the alcohol, and the warmth of his fingers wiping my face, I swear he is an angel.
I open my eyes and take a staggering breath.
“I love you, Whiskey. I always have.”
“I know.”
He lifts my chin and our lips crash together like a storm as our tongues melt against one another’s in waves. I taste the salt of my tears crossed with the whiskey on his tongue and moan needfully as he slips my panties down and growls that growl, the one that makes me weak in the knees.
“I need you, Kirsten,” he hisses against my neck, “but I’m taking you in the bed, so move that ass and ditch the dress.”
Knowing I need him too, I slip the dress off and follow him to his old room in the back of the Club. I take a seat on the bed, watching as he removes his shirt and walks around lighting a few candles before he shuts off the light.
All I can see is his beautiful silhouette in the darkness as he stands in front of me, stopping to remove his pants and let down his hair.
“Say the words again,” he whispers, straddling his body over mine. “Tell me that you love me.”
My pulse picks up instantly to his tone and his presence, the kindness in his voice.
“I love you, Pax.”
