It’s none of my business who Eliza talks to.
She’s a big girl; she can do whatever she wants.
I watch as Samuel takes her hand and leads her to the dancefloor.
He takes her in his arms, and she smiles up at him. I clench my jaw.
Don’t. Even.
What the fuck is she doing? She never carries on like this. Actually, all three girls are on the loose tonight. How much did they drink today?
I watch them for a moment, and Samuel’s hands are all over Eliza’s behind. She doesn’t seem to mind.
People block my view until I can’t see them. I crane my neck to see that they’ve moved to the other side of the dancefloor. Frustration fills me.
Fuck this, I’m not waiting in this line. I storm back to where my friends are to get a better view of what’s going on.
“Where are our drinks?” Glen asks.
“I’ll go back in a minute,” I reply, totally distracted.
“Where do you work?” The blonde asks me.
My eyes stay fixed on the dancefloor.
Drew taps me on the leg and gestures to the blonde with a jut of his chin.
“Oh, sorry,” I say to her. “I didn’t hear you.”
“I said, where do you work?”
“I’m a plumber,” I lie. Why the fuck is this woman still here?
Drew smirks against his glass as he takes a big gulp.
Will you girls fuck off? I want to watch that douchebag to make sure he doesn’t touch Eliza. My eyes go back to them on the dancefloor, and Samuel smiles down at Eliza like he’s about to eat her.
I begin to see red.
Don’t touch her, fucker, or you will die.
I glance at Drew, and he, knowing exactly what I’m thinking, chuckles.
Samuel’s hands go to Eliza’s ass, and I step forward. Drew grabs my arm.
“Easy,” he whispers.
Samuel pulls Eliza toward him, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m beside them.
“Time to go, Eliza,” I bark.
“What?” She frowns as she stumbles back in surprise.
“You’ve had too much to drink. I’m taking you home.”
“No, it’s okay.” Samuel smiles, adding in a sleazy wink. “I’ll get her home safely.”
“I said no.”
He scowls. “Mind your business, Mercer.”
I glare at him and pull Eliza from his grip. “Do not fucking piss me off.”
Eliza frowns as she looks between us. “Nathan?”
“Don’t Nathan me.” I take her hand and drag her from the dancefloor.
“What are you doing?” she snaps.
“Stopping you from embarrassing yourself.”
“What?”
I point to the door. “We’re leaving.”
“Well, that depends.”
“On what?”
She narrows her eyes playfully and stops and puts her hands on her hips. “Are you taking me for pizza? Because I’m only leaving for pizza.”
“If you fucking behave.” I take her hand in mine once more.
“Fine.” She concedes. “But I want a whole pizza to myself.”
“Don’t be a pig.” I mutter, distracted.
She waves to our friends. “Bye!” she calls as we walk toward the door. “Why are you such a party pooper?” She says from behind me.
“Do you want pizza or not?” I snap.
She begins to snort and laugh at herself, and I roll my eyes.
Drunk women. Is there anything more annoying?
An hour and a half later, I fumble with the key to get into the apartment. I wasn’t joking back there. Eliza isn’t just tipsy, she’s rolling drunk.
We had to pull into another bar we walked past and have another two cocktails before we had pizza. Now, finally, we’re home.
I have her stilettos in one hand, and a vice-like grip on her hand with the other as she sways.
“Stand still,” I say.
“Stop bossing me around,” she slurs.
I struggle with the key. “I like bossing you around.”
“No shit.” She widens her eyes at me.
I smile, the key turns, and we stumble through the door. Before I can say a word, Eliza reaches down to the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head.
She is wearing a black G-string, and when she turns toward me, I burst out laughing. “What the fuck is on your boobs?”
She looks down and frowns with a stumble. “Oh. Nipple covers.”
“What the hell are they?”
“They stop you from getting all… nippy.”
“Nippy?”
She peels them off and slaps them on my cheeks. I look at her in horror. “You did not just do that.”
“Yeah, I did… cause you’re a real boob.” She bursts out laughing and points at me. “Get it, because you got nipple covers on your face… cause you’re a boob.”
I roll my eyes. “Hilarious. Get into the bathroom.”
I lead her in and sit her up on the counter. She smiles goofily at me.
She watches on as I put makeup remover onto a cotton pad, and she closes her eyes. She knows the routine; we’ve done this many times before. She can’t sleep until her makeup is taken off. She tosses and turns all night, and it’s easier to do it now rather than in an hour.
I wipe the makeup off one eye, and then the other. Her dark lashes flutter as I wipe each of them, and I find myself smiling down as I watch her.
Her cheekbones are high, and her big sultry lips are parted slightly.
My heart constricts in my chest.
“Nathe.” Her hands are on my thighs.
“Yeah, baby,” I whisper.
“I love you.”
I smile softly. She loves me every time she’s drunk. “I know.”
“Do you love me?”
I lean down and kiss her forehead. “You know I do.”
She rests her sleepy head on my chest. “Can we go to bed now?” she whispers. “I’m very tired.”
“Nearly finished.” I wipe the rest of her makeup off and rinse it clean, and then I lead her into the bedroom. I turn down the blankets, and she flops back onto her back. I lift her legs so that she’s lying comfortably, and soon her lashes flutter as she fights sleep.
My eyes roam down her body and a strange feeling washes over me. I’ve seen Eliza with no clothes on many times before but tonight she feels so… naked.
Raw.
My eyes roam down over her full breasts, then her stomach, her muscular thighs, before resting on her black G-string.
I stare at her for a moment, and my imagination takes me to a new place.
What would it be like to be inside her?
I get a vision of her opening her legs and my body sliding deep inside of hers. The blood rushes to my cock and I lose all coherent thought.
I close my eyes as the air leaves my lungs.
No.
When I open my eyes, I’m unable to help it. I unzip my jeans and take my cock in my hand. Slowly, I stroke it as I drink her in.
She softly moans and rearranges her legs. I can almost feel her movement to the tip of my cock, and I inhale sharply.
Fuck.
I need to get out of here. This is… wrong.
I stumble into the bathroom, lock the door and peel my clothes off. I turn the shower on and get in under the hot water. I oil my hand up, and with thoughts of my best friend running naked through my mind…
I fuck myself.
Hard.