She’s here.
Fuck, why am I so nervous? I wipe my sweaty palms on my pants as the driver opens the back door of the car. I tinker with the purple tie Mel got me to color-coordinate with her dress.
My intestines twist in anticipation and I swear I’m going to barf over my Brunello Cucinelli Chelsea leather boots. This is our first official social event as a couple and I know she’s still a little bit pissed – not so much with me – more with her brothers, especially with Jackson. Not that he cares.
Kiara is out first and she looks stunning in a figure-hugging green dress that complements her rich, rose-brown skin, and tall slim figure. Jackson takes her hand and weaves it through his arm. Hundreds of flashes break the night.
“You look stunning,” he compliments her with a dorky brotherly smirk which she returns.
Lucinda steps out in a dark red dress – fiddling with her handbag, she pushes her glasses back in place before hooking into Noah’s side. She snoots Enrique a sullen look before she scowls to give his date a hostile stare. The poor nerdy thing seems jealous. Probably, she’s crushing on the guy, but unfortunately for her, she’s not his type. Noah leads her down the carpet. Enrique and his model follow them.
My turn. This is it.
I take a big deep breath and help Mel out of the car. She takes my hand, steps out, and stands up. At the sight of her, I retch a little in my throat but manage to swallow down the burning sensation.
My mouth drops as I take in the thin lavender material that falls soft and loose around her neck while hugging the rest of her body like a glove. Her hair is loose and a bit wild, which fits her worried eyes. She wears just a little bit of makeup, which I love, and I really love my heart chain around her neck. But mostly my mind purrs and comes to a standstill on the fact that she’s not wearing a bra. I really, really love that the most.
I swear I died and went to heaven. I have the most beautiful sexy girlfriend in the world.
The paparazzi are going out of their minds now, cameras clicking like crazy, everybody shouting out all at once. I take a second all-over-scan of her, stopping at the firm bosoms as my mouth waters to taste them through the silky material of her dress.
She steps forward and the smooth skin of her leg sashays through a slip that reaches up to just below her special place. My mind pulls away with screeching speed to imagine how it would feel to sweep my fingers through her slit.
In hindsight, thinking like that might be a mistake, cause my dick swells into a fat stiff erection. Dammit.
I take a strand of her hair, twirling it around my finger as I struggle to keep control.
“You look so beautiful,” I murmur, reminding my throbbing cock that we’re out in public. She gasps and moves forward to circle her arms around my neck. The scent of her soap or perfume comes to me – a firm, sexy fragrance of creamy vanilla, but with an unusual softness.
“You’re not looking half bad yourself, except for the colorful face,” she says softly.
“Hey, even with this battered look, you still have the hottest man in town.”
“Well, you got to aim high, I always say.” Oh, I’m already aiming for the stars. All I need to do is drop my pants to show her how high my flagpole can reach.
A flash goes off right in our face and she jerks, bumping her body against mine. A reporter broke through the barrier – but two guards chase him down and restrain him.
She fits perfectly against me as if she was made specially for me. I’m dizzy, and it’s not just because of the loss of blood to my brain. She affects me more than I want to admit. Right now my libido is doing the funky chicken and I try to order my member to keep his shit together.
“We should probably go inside.” Her lips flutter softly against my chin.
“Yes,” I huff, “Let’s go.”
I place my hand on her back against warm smooth skin, and guide her to where Kiara and Jackson are standing.
“Does your willingness to suddenly do as I say have anything to do at all with the bulge in your pants?” she fishes softly.
“Maybe we should skip this party so I can show you exactly what that bulge is willing to do,” I tease and adore how her cheeks turn pink.
“Did you have to hug her like that?” Jackson moans when we get near. He looks as nauseous as I am. Could be something in the air.
“Yes, I did. I’m trying to hide my boner.” One way or another I need to get back at him for my bruised body.
“You say it like you’re proud of it,” he snubs.
“I am. And hugging her was an illustration of rapid thinking under pressure combined with a great amount of lusted want.” I’m sure his left eye is twitching. I probably should not bait him like that.
“Well, you look like a fucking gay bee on a daisy,” he sieves through clenched teeth.
“Hey, Bruiser, what are your feelings about your sister dating your friend?” a reporter shouts. Jackson gets this devilish smirk while he eyeballs me, and I realize I’m pulling death’s whiskers.
He pulls Kiara along, ignoring the press. That’s just how he rolls. He never gives a shit about them.
“We’ll discuss your stupidity later,” he whispers as he walks past me.
“Seriously,” Mel hisses with flaring eyes aimed straight at her brother. He looks amused. “Maybe we should discuss yours!” She takes a deep breath. “Oh, wait … you hate discussing your stupidity.”
“It’s because I don’t do stupid, doll.” Jackson winks at her.
“Oh, really, so you didn’t almost kill my boyfriend?” Remorse flashes in his eyes for a mere millisecond.
“That was not me.” Jackson gives me a pity look and then they walk off. Kiara shoves him with the ease of two people extremely comfortable with each other.
If one wants to get technical about it, he’s right – it was Logan. Hence the guilt-ridden sulking.
“Ready?” I ask and she nods. I lace my fingers through hers and step closer to the barrier and the interrogation starts almost immediately.
‘Is Damena for real now?’ ‘How long have you been together?’ ‘Is her brothers against the relationship?’
I hold up my hand to stop them.
“Please, one at a time,” I try to get some order in this chaotic situation. It goes deadly quiet, all of them waiting patiently for any tidbit I’m willing to share.
“Three nights ago, I asked Melaena to be my girlfriend … and she made me the happiest man on earth by saying yes.” I look lovingly at my flesh-and-blood angel, but she’s playing anxiously with the heart hanging around her neck.
‘Are you done messing around?’ ‘What about the naked girl in your house?’
“I’m totally done messing around. As for the photos with the naked girl in my house … it was a setup. You can clearly see that I’m fully dressed in all of them.”