Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“I thought it was time.”
“I feel good, we needed this.”
I pull him close to me, hugging him with everything I have. “We did. Despite what happened, we made something so beautiful that no one can take it away from us.”
He nods, kissing the top of my head. “This is true.” We walk out, leaving my apartment, and a limo is waiting out the front.
“This you?”
He nods his head. “I ran into a few guys, one of them Darby I believe his name is.” I cringe at his name. “Anyway, they asked to take us out tonight.” The car door opens and Creed steps out.
Slate leans down and whispers in my ear, “That one is scary.”
I laugh, but Creed doesn’t even glance our way, just holds the door open for us to get in. Slate holds my hand as I climb in, and I come face to face with Darby who’s sitting opposite of me, with Falcon to his right and Ariel next to him.
“Blue, what happened?” Falcon nods to my hair.
Darby’s eyes train in on me. Watching but not asking.
“It’s my natural color, time for a change.”
“Well, I’m going to miss the blue, but don’t expect me to change your name. Blue it will always be.”
Ariel shakes her head and pulls him in closer to her, whispering in his ear. Slate sits next to me, and Creed sits on the seat with El next to him. His hand sits possessively on her thigh as she leans over to speak to Ariel. Everyone’s in conversation or listening to one while his eyes are on me.
“So, you still love her?” Darby says, making everyone in the car go quiet as he speaks to Slate. He straightens next to me, placing his hand around my shoulders and giving me a soft squeeze.
“I’ll always love her.”
I smile at his words because I feel exactly the same. I will always love him, too.
“Why do you ask?” Slate says, dropping his hands to his lap and leaning forward. He eyes Darby whose eyes flick to me then back to Slate.
“Curious…” is all he says.
The car comes to a stop, and we all get out. The place is quiet for a dance club as we make our way inside. Echo is in there with Storm already dancing on the empty dance floor when we arrive.
“Where is everyone?” Slate asks, his hand on my lower back.
It’s Falcon who answers him. “No one else. We bought the place for the night.”
Slate raises an eyebrow, and I laugh. “You’re rolling with some fancy peeps here, Olympia.” He removes his hand and walks to the bar while I take a seat in one of the many empty booths by myself.
Echo and Storm are still dancing as someone comes and sits next to me.
“Do you love him?”
I don’t turn to him, though Darby’s dark voice sends thrills down my back.
“I’ll always love him, he was my first love.” He’s quiet. “Is that answer good enough for you?”
He stands and offers me his hand.
“Come and dance with me.” He’s not asking me as a question, he’s demanding it. I place my hand in his warm one. He closes his hand around mine and pulls me to him so fast my body hits his and one of his hands wraps around my waist. I feel his breath on my face as I stare at him. “Did you really quit?” he asks, not giving me any room to move.
“Yes.”
He nods. “So, I can do whatever I want to you, and you can’t say no.”
I lean up on my tippy toes and whisper in his ear, “As long as you do it with your tongue between my legs, your hands on my body and finishing with your cock in my pussy, I don’t care what you do.” I pull back to see his eyes have turned darker than I’ve ever seen them before. I smile up at him.
“You’re playing games only I can win,” he states.
“I let you think you’re winning when really it’s me.”
He pulls me out onto the dance floor and neither of us notice anyone else as he spins me, pulling me to him, keeping our bodies flush the whole time.
“I’m more than happy to play that game.” He dips me, my neck exposed, and I feel the tickle of his lips on my bare skin as I close my eyes, waiting, but nothing comes, so I open them to see him staring at me. “You’re a game I don’t want to win,” he finally says lifting me back up, keeping me flush to him.
“You don’t want to win me?” I ask confused.
“No. I don’t want to lose you, and I lose everything in my life. It’s just a matter of time before the game starts, and I win. But it’s not really winning when I’m left alone.” His words make me pause, and I reach up and touch his face. There’s light stubble there, and I touch it with my fingers.