She melts into me, fitting perfectly against my chest. Fuck this. I could be a fucking perv for all she knows and here she is grinding against my cock like she's a cat in heat. Fuck no.
I hastily spin her around so she is facing me. I put my pointer finger under her chin and tilt it up to meet my gaze. There they are. Those pretty green eyes with all the emotion in the world swimming in them. She has her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, and her cheeks are flushed.
I run my thumb across her lip pulling it from her teeth. Valor is turned on and legal as hell.
This is a terrible fucking situation to be in. Absolutely the worst. I need to find a way out of this using my head, except that's what got me in this situation in the first place. Now both heads are involved, which is never, and I repeat, never good.
It's a bad situation but it doesn't stop me from grabbing her hand and dragging her towards the door. She follows helplessly. I can hear Riggs cussing me as I tighten my grip on Valor's hand. I press the door open. The brutal Chicago wind hits my face. You'd think it would calm me down some.
"Fuck, Bishop. You don't have to jerk my godforsaken arm off!"
She pulled her arm from my grasp and I let her. My jaw twitches, watching as she bites the inside of her cheek wrapping her arms around herself. There she is. My sweet girl.
"I'm sorry, Miss red bottom heels, am I ruining your night?" I snap bitterly.
"It's not your fucking job to guard me like a fucking hound dog, Bishop. You're not my dad," she mutters rolling her eyes like a pissed off teenager.
Oh wait, she fucking is.
"Does your dad even know you are here?" I quip raising an eyebrow.
She grinds her teeth, her temper rumbles under the surface. God, she’s stunning. The image of her in front of me physically makes my chest ache.
"Oh so you're going to snitch on me now? Real mature, Maverick.”
She is infuriating. How a woman can make my cock hard while simultaneously pissing me off is a mystery I'll never understand. I turn my body towards the street, whistling at a taxi parked near the bar. I wave him my way, and I watch as he pulls to the curb in front of us.
"I'm not leaving. I can't leave Riggs by herself."
I groan rubbing my forehead, running a hand through my hair.
"Stay here, do not move," I order, moving past her and heading towards the steaming hot club.
I move through the crowd of people, searching for Aurelia. My plan was to direct Riggs to the exit and get her to the cab. I was going to get them both home. I didn't care if I had to throw them both over my shoulder.
My eyes spot the blonde pixie in the middle of the dance floor. Except she's not exactly alone. Her lips are locked with Gabe, a member of my hockey team. His hand has disappeared underneath her dress, finger banging her in the middle of a bar. Classy, really classy.
"Jesus, give me strength," I utter doing a quick Hail Mary and walking towards the two of them.
"Riggs!" I yell loudly over the music, trying to hurry and get back out to Valor.
She removes her lips from Gabe, her face is flushed and her lips are cherry red from the make out session. When she realizes who I am her eyes slit.
"Where is Sully?" she yells back in an accusatory voice.
"In a cab, which is where you are headed. Let's go," I grunt, grabbing her upper arm. Gabe looks confused, and slightly embarrassed I caught him with his hand up a girl's skirt.
Riggs rips her arm away roughly. "Take Sully home, I can handle myself. I'm not leaving. Just make sure she texts me when she gets home," she hisses.
I don't have the time to argue with her right now. "I'm not leaving you here, Aurelia," I bite back.
She rolls her eyes. "Spare me the Prince Charming bullshit. You may have Valor eating out of the palm of your hand, but I see right through you, Bishop. You can't play a player. I can smell your phony act a mile away. Go, I don't want or need your help. And for the last goddamn time, stop calling me Aurelia.”
Her speech shocks me, mostly because I don't know when Riggs went from being friends with me, being the kid I used to share the ice with to this cold hearted person I don't know anymore. I’d grown up with this girl, and now look at us.
Gabe decides now is a good time to speak, "I'll get her home. I'll message you when she's safe. I got her." He slaps my back for a reassuring bro moment. I could give two shits less about his bro moment.
I give a fleeting look to Riggs, whose face is passive. I look at Gabe. "You text me when she's home," I command. He nods, but I barely see it because I'm basically running outside to get to Valor.
When the door pushes open, she turns to look over her shoulder. The wind pushed the air out of my lungs and not just because the cold air knocked the breath outta me.
The nightlife of Chicago rushes behind her. The lights from the buildings cast a glow onto her pale skin. Her red hair is blowing in the wind, and her hands are cupped together as she blows into them to warm her small hands. Her skin is tinted with redness from the cold. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a person more perfect.
It’s like the slow-motion endings in all of those romance movies that I hate. Except I don’t mind this one. Only because she’s the one in front of me. I feel my heart skip a beat and another. I try to force my lungs to work but they refuse.
The overwhelming urge to kiss her hits me like a ton of bricks.
"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me while I freeze to fucking death?" she says irritated.
My footsteps towards her aren't my own. For a few moments, I’m just a guy who left a bar and saw a girl he wanted. A girl he wants more than anything in this world. I’m just a guy and she’s just a girl.
I'm in front of her with lightning speed. I feel like that vampire dick head in that movie Moonlight or something. My hands cup her small face. Her cold face chills my warm hands as my fingers tangle in the back of her hair. I press my lips to hers before she has time to open that smart-ass mouth.
A small whimper passes her mouth and mingles with my groan of pleasure. Her lips are soft, and her taste pours onto my tongue. Sweet, sour, tangy, lemons. I smirk into the kiss at the thought of her still sucking on all that candy. She keeps Lemonheads in business. I'm sure of it.
I want to bottle her taste and keep a secret stash under my bed. Which sounds like I'm a serial killer, but if you could taste this girl, you'd feel the same. Her small hands fist my shirt tightly, pulling me closer. I want to be skin to skin with her. I wanna feel every inch of her body on mine. To feel her tremble as my tongue drinks every drop of the sweet nectar that pools between her thighs. My cock is stiff, pressing on my zipper.
"Hey! Do you guys want the cab or no?" I hear from behind Valor. I pull my lips away from hers. The cab driver has his window down. My gaze hazy as I peer down at Val’s rosy red lips, a smile toying on my lips.
"Come on, let's get you home," I mumble pressing a kiss on her forehead.
She's shocked, but she doesn't argue with me. I hold the door open for her letting her slip inside while I readjust my massive boner in my jeans. I climb into the backseat next to her, giving the driver my address and her dad’s. He pulls out of the bar, and I look over at Valor.
"Riggs didn't want to leave. She is leaving with someone she met in the club." I try to fill the empty space between us with conversation. But all she does is nod.