Entering the darkened room, Murphy waited for his vision to adjust to the lack of light. Tiny left them heading toward Eva, who Murphy saw was stood at the bar. Looking onto the dance floor, Murphy spotted his own woman. His cock got hard at the sight of her lost to the music. Her friend was dancing with her.
He pointed out the friend to Killer. “Get her, get out. Go to Alex, and he’ll give you the necessary keys to the rooms where we’re staying.”
Killer left his side, and Murphy concentrated on Tate. Her eyes were closed as a guy humped away behind her. Clothes were in the way of any real action. He blocked the guy out and simply admired his woman.
Her body was a thing of beauty. He loved watching her. Everything was natural. Her tits bounced, her hips swung from side to side. She was all woman, and he was about to get her for himself.
Moving around behind the guy, Murphy shoved him away, relishing the curse from the other man. He wanted the other man to get up and fight him. Instead, the guy took one look at him and left. Fucking coward.
Wrapping an arm around Tate’s stomach, he tugged her close, rubbing his hard dick against her ass.
She gasped, leaning back against him.
“You should have known I’d come for you,” he said, whispering the words to her ear.
Tate turned in his arms, facing him. Her face was flushed, and the slight scent of alcohol radiated out of her.
“I was expecting it. I thought I’d get a night to pick up a man and you’d find me getting fucked by someone else.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. This response he hadn’t been expecting.
Inserting a leg between her thighs, Murphy raised it up until her crotch rubbed against him. She cried out, rubbing herself all over his thigh.
“I’m so wet, Murphy,” she said.
Tate moved closer, licking his neck and then nibbling on him. Fuck, he was ready to come in his pants, and all she was doing was touching him.
Reaching down, he grabbed her ass and brought her closer to him still.
“Do you want to fuck me, Dillon?”
It had been so long since he’d heard his name on her lips. There was a time when it was all she called him.
“You know I do.”
She leaned in close, biting on his neck. “It’s a shame you put the club first because you could have been fucking me for the past few years.”
Tate stepped back, caught him off guard and kneed him in the balls. “That’s for picking them over me,” she said, turning on her heel and walking away.
****
Getting out of the nightclub was Tate’s main concern. She moved around the people and headed for the door. Gripping the handle she turned in time to see Tiny grasping Eva around the waist and hauling her up in his arms. Glancing over her shoulder Tate saw Murphy getting to his feet while cupping his balls.
She needed to get out of here before she did something she’d regret. Opening the door, she nodded at the doorman then raced up the stairs. Her heels were hindering her escape. Stopping, she removed her heels and took off through the casino. No one stopped her as she ran toward the doors that held the stairs for the hotel room.
For several seconds with Murphy’s arms wrapped around her she’d been tempted to give in to him. Then reality hit her hard. Murphy was not the man who promised to love her and to put her before everyone else. He was the guy who’d left her without any explanation and then fucked any woman he wanted. The only thing she was thankful for was that she didn’t have to watch him fucking the women. She’d seen him around town plenty of times with several women.
Pushing the thoughts, the pain, and even the guilt of just hurting him, Tate ran upstairs toward her room.
“Tate!” Murphy was close as he shouted her name.
Running up the stairs, Tate tried to run faster. His movements were faster than hers, and she was losing her breath. She’d never run from an ex before.
Opening the other door to her floor, she ran to the steps, pulling out the key from her breast that Eva had given her. Her hands shook as she tried to push the key into the lock.
Murphy slammed behind her. He pulled her into his arms, covering her mouth with his hand as she made to scream.
“You’re not escaping me tonight.” He put her on her feet with his hand still over her mouth.
She clawed at his arms, trying to get free of his hold. Murphy held her firm, opening the door and locking it behind himself.
Finally, he let her go.
Tate tripped over her feet and fell on the floor in a heap.
Glaring at him over her shoulder, she got up, panting for breath. She was satisfied to see him panting as well.
“After all those women you’re still unfit?” she asked.
“I see your dildo’s not working for you either. Your dress can’t hide your tits, baby. They’re rock hard.”