She looks down at her cast and back up at me. “We’ll go slow. Come on, please?”
I take her hand not putting much pressure on it and stand. She leaves her crutch behind, and I’m thankful she has a walking cast on, but she’s still really slow as we make our way in front of the stage on the small dance floor. She puts her arms around my neck as I put mine around her waist. We don’t move very much, just sway to the beat. She looks up at me, and I look deeply into her eyes. God, I love her. We keeping moving, staring into each other’s eyes, and everything around us fades. Finally, we both blink at the same time when the music changes to a faster beat, and we laugh as my hand moves up and takes one of hers from around my neck. I help her get back to the table pulling her chair out for her, and she sits down. I lean down from above her and she turns her head in time for me to kiss her lips.
“Hey, what can I get you two?” A waitress says shaking me out of my Emma zone. I sit down and order us a couple of beers with shot chasers.
We sat there listening to the band, drinking and talking about everything going on. When the band is done for the night, I help my drunken girl up and guide her to the backroom to see the guys in the band for a little bit. I need to get her home and tucked into bed soon. “Hey, I’m gonna go to the restroom. Need anything?” She looks up from her chair at the table with the guys and smiles.
“Just you get back here as quickly as possible,” she slurs. I laugh and kiss her forehead and walk out of the room knowing Nate will look after her until I return.
I do my business then wash my hands. When I come out of the restroom, someone slams into me knocking me against the wall in the hallway. Hands are all over me, my chest, my arms, and then grasps my cock through my jeans. A mouth is on mine, and at first I think it’s Emma until I taste the lips. A loud gasp sounds to my right, and I open my eyes to see Emma standing there with tears forming in her eyes, and she turns quickly heading toward the backdoor.
I look down to see that freaking groupie that’s always after me. What the fuck? I push her away. She lands into the wall across from me, and I turn my head to my girl. “Emma! Wait!” The bitch comes at me again grabbing my arms.
“You don’t need her. She’ll never be enough for you. Why don’t you let a real woman take care of you,” the witch whispers in my ear.
I push her back holding her arms a little too roughly. “I have a real woman.” I look down her body and then back up into her eyes. “She’s a better woman than you’ll ever be.” Her mouth drops open as I release her with such force she stumbles backwards.
I turn and run after Emma. By the time I get the backdoor open, she’s hobbling as fast as she’s able to away from my truck. I catch up to her easily stopping her as I grab her waist and turn her around. My head snaps back as she slaps me across the face, but as I open my eyes, I see tears falling from hers, the look of sorrow in them, apologetic.
“Emma. Stop. Please don’t. She attacked me. There’s no one, no one but you. I love you. I….”
She pushes against me, her mouth on mine, hungrily, needy. Shit! Our tongues become tangled, dancing their own dance. Her hands are around my neck. Her fingers push into my hair, tugging. “Take me home. Please. I need you,” she whispers against my ear then nips and sucks on my earlobe. I lean down lifting her in my arms. Her crutch dangling from her hand beside us, and I walk her to my truck. My mouth is back on hers as I set her down in the seat buckling her in. “God, hurry!” She says breathlessly.
I kiss her one more time having a hard time letting go, close her door and run around until I’m in the driver’s seat. I put the keys in the ignition and then lean over kissing her again. I make the best time getting home that I’ve ever made, but paying attention not to go over the speed limit, too much. I carry her into the apartment building and fumble with the key to the front door as our mouths are pressed together. She pushes against the door as I open it and we begin to fall as we enter. I turn around quickly letting her fall on top of me. Her cast hits my leg, hard, and I wince. Her head hits my chest, and the wind is knocked out of me, briefly. I open my eyes and see her smiling. Her laughter starts mine and we just lay there. But it stops as fast as it started, her eyes swell with desire quickly as her mouth lands back against mine.
I don’t know how long we lay here, fondling each other, kissing, but finally I shake out of my desire a bit when I feel a cool breeze from the open door. I move her over, reaching and shutting the door then I stand. I pick her up in my arms and continue kissing her all the way to our bedroom. I lay her down on our bed, kick my shoes off and remove my clothes. She sits up, pulls her shirt over her head and removes her bra all the while staring into my eyes, and licks her lips.