And there He was…
XANDRY
“So, are you two really official now?” Pyke asked with a wicked grin. He and Sean exchanged a look with amusement plastered on their faces.
I knew what he meant by that. The ‘I told you so’ kind of shit. I sat on the long black L-shaped lounge with Bash Hughes. His grandpa, Mike King married my grandma.
“Now you know what we meant, leg-spreader?” Bash hit my abdomen playfully, making me jerk and laugh.
“Don’t tell me you’re still sticking your falling off dick to someone’s pussy?” Sean reacted.
“I doubt it, Rexwell. He’s a pussy-whipped. I mean pussy, a single pussy. I saw how he was losing his shit when he thought Blaine might leave him,” recalled Pyke, “he looked like shit.” And laughed out loud.
I gulped my beer, cursing silently. If I hadn’t known they were screwing up with me, I already walked out of this VIP Lounge without a second thought. But we all grew up together, so I was used to this, except for Sean. The last time I was the center of their conversation was when Pyke forgave me. Bash was able to pull his shit together with his best friend, the redhead, Kiara Trinity was now married to him. Well, Sean seemed never had a huge fight with my sister. Just the thought of Saph crying made my chest constrict, but she seemed a big girl now—could handle her love life on her own. Seeing Sean looked like a lovesick puppy over Saph made me feel relieved.
“Hey, talk to us!” Bash nudged me. “Stop thinking about your wild sex with hillbilly girl.”
My body suddenly tensed, my blood rushed up to my brain. I shot him a glare. “Don’t you fucking call her that, Bash! She happens to have a name.”
“See?” Pyke clapped. “That never happened before. Name one girl he defended over?” He snapped his fingers at everyone. Wait, what?
“I doubt if he remembers any name. Well, except Sammer’s mom,” Sean cited.
“I’m not an asshole like Pyke who can’t remember the girl he was pressing against the door,” I said nonchalantly, rolling my eyes.
Bash shook to laugh because he remembered exactly what I was saying. It was Pyke first encountered with Cam. “Now, he’s speechless,” he added.
“Come on cuz, we are not talking about my not so very appealing encounter with Camila.” Pyke scratched his head.
In the dim-lit room, I could still see his face burning red with embarrassment. “Then we will not talk about me and Blaine.”
“Let me tell you then,” Sean started, “there was one guy… who flew to a girl’s hometown when he found out she knew why he had been off the radar. He punched her ass-Hall ex, causing a week headline on the local newspaper. You know what’s on the headline?” Sean barked into laughter, and I sighed heavily over his exaggeration.
“Go on, tell us already, Sean,” Bash said impatiently.
“The issue was immediately pulled out. Saph threatened the editor-in-chief to sue her. That’s not funny and who read that kind of shit anymore?” I pointed out to lessen my annoyance. I received an hour of berating from Dad as soon as he found out what happened back there. Of course, my sister couldn’t just shut her mouth about it, she had to tell Sean.
“Hey, guys!” Speaking of the devil, the devil herself was wearing a red dress. Sean quickly turned his head to the voice at the door. He stood up, and I looked away and didn’t wanna see what was next.
A groan rumbled in my chest as everyone had girls tonight, well, except for me. Jealousy crawled up my skin like a fucking tarantula. And all I wanted was to bail out of this fucking room.
With a sullen look down the glass table, I picked up my beer and gulped it again—now, it tasted like horse pees.
“Hey.” A soft voice made me almost dislodge my drink into my lungs. I quickly swallowed.
The beer bottle slipped from my hand, falling down the carpeted floor with a thud. My heart slammed, then thumped wildly inside my chest. The sweet fucking adrenaline overpowering me. I lifted my gaze, Blaine was standing at my arm’s length like a fucking wildest dream. Sweet baby Jesus, am I dreaming? Am I drunk? No.
“Blaine?” I asked with a halting and disbelieving voice.
She smiled shyly at me. “Expecting someone’s company?”
“Hell no. I wasn’t. I mean no. I thought.” I swallowed hard.
“Oh, no. He’s not gonna faint, is he?” Kiara laughed in amusement.
“Xandry, take her hand already and let her sit, duh!” I could see my sister’s eyes rolling with my foolishness.
I raised and offered my shaky hand, and she grasped it quickly, then I pulled her to sit on my lap. Wrapping my arms around her, I inhaled her sweet smell of peach and vanilla. Fuck, I’m so fucking in love with this woman. I was fucking annoyed at Sunshine’s call when I was about to pour out my feelings to Blaine.
She meant more than anything to me, and I was fucking sad to the core when she was leaving tonight. She even told me not to send her to the airport as it would be hard for her as well. The last two days of my life were beyond phenomenal, and I was sure as hell I could spend the rest of my days left with her.
My heart just melted—she was really here in my arms. I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling her warm, soft, and familiar skin pressed against my face. Then I lifted my gaze, “I thought you left?” I asked reluctantly, almost whispering. And I noticed the room was dead silent. I looked around to find them staring at us.
With narrowed eyes. “What’s with that fucking look?” They didn’t judge me though—they were all amazed and relieved. My gaze met my sister’s eyes, and she smiled at me sweetly.
“Can I at least sit down now?” Blaine mumbled shyly.
“No,” I quickly replied. “I thought you left the city.”
“I supposed, but B was adamant that I should join the girls and see the famous Night Stalker Club,” Blaine explained, looking down at me. Her eyes were mesmerizing and bluer than ever.
I ran my nose on her exposed arm causing her to slightly shiver. “Glad you’re here. I thought I had to bail out because I can’t stand them having girls while I am alone. I’d rather talk with you over the phone than watching them eating each others’ faces.”
A soft sweet chuckle erupted from her throat. “Now you don’t have to be a jealous, pretty boy. B called our parents and faked she’s not feeling well. Ben is with her and Kyland.”
“Does it mean you’re mine all night?” I smiled wickedly, and her face turned crimson red.
“Ugh, let’s have some fun!” Saph interrupted, and I turned my head on her.
“Can you stop eavesdropping on someone’s conversation, Saphoera?” I chided, but deep inside I was glad. I knew she went there to pick up Blaine.
“A simple thank you will do, you know?” She pouted. Sean laughed, shaking his head beside her.
“Thank you, Saph,” Blaine expressed.
“No. Not you, Blaine,” Kiara protested.
“Okay,” I agreed, “I am overwhelmed and I am… happy that you guys did an effort to take Blaine with you. I’m just lucky to have you, guys. So, thank you so much. I really mean it,” I expressed wholeheartedly.
“Now let’s go down and dance!” Kiara stood up and her husband, Bash followed.
Blaine stiffened on my lap.
“We don’t have to join them,” I cooed, caressing her hand. Dancing might not be her thing at a nightclub like this.
“I’d rather sit on the stool down than here. This place smells dollars— too extravagant for me.”
“Oh, come on, lovebirds, stand up, and let’s go to the dance floor.” Cam pulled Pyke’s hand, then pointed to us. “You two will join us.”
“We’ll be there shortly,” I agreed.
When everyone eventually left, I cupped Blaine’s head to lean down. She brushed her lips on me like a temptress. I did as she liked, our breaths caressing our face. But the gentle kiss was like a torpedo rushing towards between my thighs, making my sanity toss out of the window. I deepened the kiss and pushed my tongue in, tasting the sweet peach of her mouth. She moaned, grasping my hair, and rocked her sweet ass against my thickening hard cock.
“We should stop because I swear to God, one more grind I’m gonna rip your sexy dress off your body and push you against this seat.” I gritted my teeth. I was losing my self-control, but Blaine was far from the women I used to fuck and forget. She’s my girlfriend.
“Let’s go and dance,” she suggested in a shaky and soft voice, standing up and almost losing her balance.
“Sweetheart, easy, I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“I can’t relax on your lap, baby.” She laughed nervously.
My heart leaped every time she called me baby.
“I need to cool down as well,” I said as I watched her re-coating her pink swollen lips. I had to look away because I might imagine things with that gorgeous mouth.
My cock was still throbbing with attention, but I wanted to do something with her aside from our spectacular sex.
“When is your flight, sweetheart?” I asked when I managed to cool down a little.
“Tomorrow.” She pressed her lips to even the color, then faced me.
“You look magnificent tonight, Blaine.” I strolled my gaze down her hot as hell body. Her dark blue dress made me not able to look away. It had a sexy see-through back with a low-cut deep V neck that almost shown her belly button.
“Yeah, your sister is so kind.” She smiled genuinely, then motioned to herself. “She made sure I couldn’t say no. She brought me a dress and shoes, then fixed my hair and makeup.”
“You don’t have to wear anything like that, you’re always gorgeous in my eyes. I’d love to see you behind that dress as well.” My bluntness always made her blush.
She was just adorable. And I really wanted to show her that I was not fucking joking about our relationship and that involved respecting her in all her ways.
“Happy father’s day, baby.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I can’t still believe I’m a father. Thank you, sweetheart.”
We ended up on the hot stuffy air of the crowded dance floor. It smelled of sweat, body spray, and beer breath as we moved against sweaty dancers to move past them. The strobe lights worked for the crowd. The loud pop music was blaring through the sound system. While everyone was turning their smooth and practiced moves to the beat, we looked like we’re on a prom. Blaine’s body was stiffed as a slab, but I didn’t fucking give a shit.
“Relax.” I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing myself into her soft curves.
“The last time I danced was at the prom and I had already Ben that time. My date was a friend who happened to show his true color the night after!” She yelled to my ear, laughing.
“That was terrible.” I laughed with her. “I went to prom with my classmate and ended up—I’d rather not continue.”
She threw her head back laughing, her arms were snaked around my neck. And my eyes landed on her neck.
And God, it’s sexy as fuck.
I started swaying my hips, and she did the same, then swayed her hips more, making her grind into me—holy! She was hot and sexy.
“You’re making me hard,” I whispered to her ear. And we both barked into a loud laugh until my eyes landed at the VIP lounge. The glass window that restrained the noise was wide opened. And there he was, standing there with all his glory like a fucking God, and stared down directly at me with so much intensity that made my body freeze and shiver.