“Jesus, who the fuck pissed in your cheerios.”
“You knew when you fucking took me away from the only piece of ass I wanted to get with tonight,” I answered then I stood up and walked away. I wanted some air. I had a cigar in my pocket and that was the perfect excuse. I wasn’t much of a smoker, but I liked a stogie now and then. “I’m going out for a smoke.”
I walked away from them and headed towards the exit.
“Grey,” a familiar set of emerald eyes flashed at me as I tried to avoid the rest of the room.
Mia.
I’d taken her home once, no, twice. Twice. Fuck. She probably thought that meant more than it did. I could tell just by the look in her eyes that she was hoping for a third time.
“Mia.” I said then I winced. She lit up at the mention of her name.
“You wanna come dance with me?” she asked as he wrapped her arms around my torso and pulled herself into me.
“Maybe some other time,” I said as I pulled her off me.
“You sure?” she pouted, hanging on tight. “We don’t have to dance, we can just go straight back to my place.”
“You’re drunk.”
“That ever stop you before?” she asked, then chuckled. Maybe not. But it didn’t matter.
“It’s not going to happen, Mia. Keep walking.” I turned her away from me and shifted through the crowd until I found the exit. Fucking hell.
I wasn’t going back in there. No fucking way.
I had one location in mind.
Joanna.
***
I knocked on her hotel room. My mother insisted that she stay elsewhere the night before the wedding so that I wouldn’t see her on the wedding day, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted to see her now.
A bunch of women giggled when I knocked a second time.
Christ. She was having her bachelorette party. Now I remembered. I wasn’t drunk, but I was buzzed enough to forget about shit like that.
“Who is it?” she asked, her voice nervous.
“It’s me, open up.”
I could hear their groans.
“What the hell, Grey, you aren’t supposed to be here.” Mary was on the other side of the door.
“I need to see her, Mar. Please?” I asked. She could never say no to me. Not when we were kids and not now. “Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, make it quick.”
The door cracked open and Joanna slid out of it. I grabbed her up into my arms before she could protest.
“You aren’t getting a stripper are you?” I asked.
“I don’t know, I think so.”
I glared down at her. “No. You tell those little sluts no.”
“It’s tradition.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I don’t want you looking at another man, Jo. I’ll fucking break every last one of his fingers if he touches you.”
I was on the edge of violence and I know it.
“Greyson, you’re squeezing me too tight,” she complained, but I just shoved her up against that door and grabbed her by the hair.
Fuck, she looked so good with her neck exposed.
Sometimes I wanted her slow and sweet but right now I wanted to beat her ass just for thinking about a stripper.
“Mmm,” she let out a little moan. She liked it to. My girl was so fucking dirty.
“No. Stripper.” He said.
“How about I talk Willa into letting him strip for her and I sit in the back.”
I considered it for a minute.
“Fine, but he better not fucking touch you,”
“No one could touch me like you do,” she whispered and her hand dipped down and found my rock hard cock pressing hard against my jeans.
Jesus Christ.
“Fuck, Jo.”
“Not tonight. Tomorrow,” she said.
“You realize it won’t be pretty if you walk away now. You’re not going to like the punishment you get for this.”
“Oh, I think I will.” She grinned at me with mischief in her eyes.
Then she kissed me. Her breath smelled like lime but no alcohol, she hadn’t been drinking. So this was all her. Fuck. I kissed her again.
She tasted delicious.
“Tomorrow,” she said again, but she gave my cock a squeeze.
“You fucking tease.” I growled. “If you aren’t going to let me cum you’re going to get it right here.”
I slipped my hand up her skirt and between her thighs. It was easy to slide her wet panties to the side and insert myself there. My fingers knew her pretty little cunt well by now and I had her begging for more as soon as I called her hither.
“That’s not” she sucked in a breath. “Fair.”
“I don’t fight fair and neither do you,” I said as I increased the pace. She was at my mercy like this, her back against the door as she panted hard.