“You make it sound as though I should be scared to find myself alone with Sir.” I laugh shakily as my hands tremble. My skin feels as though it’s covered in hundreds of bugs, all crawling over me at the same time.
He doesn’t laugh as he levels me with his hard eyes, and his mouth is pulled into a straight line.
“You shouldn’t be scared, Luna. It should terrify you. On second thought, maybe we should get you a switchblade, just in case.”
“You’re insane, I wouldn’t stab Sir. It wouldn’t be worth my life,” I choke out as I pull away, move to sit against the door, staring at him with wide eyes, and my trembling increases into full-blown shakes.
“Look calm down, Tiny One. Forget I said anything. You need more information to be able to process all of this, just don’t forget what lengths he went to, just to track your mom down.” He holds his hands out, in a placating gesture that never works. Another pointless action that never seems to have any substance or merit.
“I’m not Selene and she isn’t my mother. I don’t even know her,” I shout, as my chest heaves, and the divider slides down until Darius is staring back at us.
“She’s fine,” Tucker growls through his bared teeth, and Darius stares back, seemingly unconcerned by his reaction.
“We’re here, so stop shouting and have some fucking fun for once in your life.” The divider slides backup as Tucker pushes his door open, and holds his hand out for me to take. It’s petty and I’m not proud of myself right now, but I ignore his gesture as I open my door and climb out.
“Happy fucking New Year,” he sneers at the doorman as he leads me to the entrance and then we are led inside and up a set of stairs until we make it to the VIP section. I’m still shaking as my eyes fall on Tom’s red hair, then Emmet’s mossy green eyes, and I all but stop breathing as Aeron appears right in front of me and pulls me up against him.
“I don’t know what I want, but I do know that there isn’t anyone else I would want to see the New Year in with.” His breath glides over my ear, spreads across my neck, and some of my anger dissipates. It’s hard to be angry when he’s around, unless he’s the one causing it.
What can I say? These guys are complex.
I am having so much fun. It would be better if D was here - I think - but Bradley had to attend the ball, I guess. Although, we’re not the only ones who have ditched it for something more… well just. More.
Sam is here with Caitlyn and Jake, Dustin and Dillon are in the non VIP section, hitting on anything that moves.
“This is so much fun,” I shout as I hold my arms in the air and twirl around. Long Island ice teas are the best. I’m on my fourth, and have a nice buzz going.
Tucker wraps his arm around my waist before pulling me into him, his leg goes between mine until we’re ‘dancing’. It’s more like sex with clothes on, but who cares.
Tom comes to stand in front of me, his hands on my hips as he guides my movements and slides his body against mine. A Tom and Tucker sandwich.
Hey, it’s a TLT.
I can’t stop laughing as I think about the TLT, and I can feel Tucker shaking his head against me. We dance until the song ends, and my skin is flushed and glistening. I’ve never felt more alive.
We pull apart and Aeron hands me another drink as I sit down beside him. He curls his arm around my waist until I’m sitting between his legs, and his chin is resting on top of my head.
“I saw that, Little Zero, and I am so turned on right now,” he whispers as he sucks on my ear and a shiver passes through me.
I arch my head until our eyes meet and our lips connect, it’s a kiss that is all tongue. Our lips barely brush as they meet for a second or two. His tongue takes control of my mouth, and his hand strokes across the side of my face.
“I swear, you’re always turned on,” I say breathlessly as we part, and his eyes are heated to molten levels.
“I am when you’re around.” We share a smile as Emmet glares at us from across the table. I pull away slightly and our eyes lock as I try to get a read on what he’s feeling.
“You never come to me like you do with them.” He slams his hands on the table before storming away, and I don’t hesitate to go after him. Liquid courage for the win. Not that I’m going to make a habit of getting drunk. Still, it’s New Year.
“Emmet, wait,” I shout as I run after him, trying to be heard over the thumping baseline.
“Why should I?” he shouts back before he whirls around and levels me with a look so cold, it almost rivals Sir’s.
“I just want to know that you’re okay. I...”
He shakes his head before he grips my elbow and leads me behind the bar.
“Hey, you can’t be back here,” comes from the barman.
“Why don’t you call the owner and ask him if he cares that Emmet Harkwright is going into manager’s office?”
“Umm okay, yeah... you go right on ahead,” he sputters out and then Emmet drags me through the door until the music is nothing more than background noise. I can finally hear myself think.
“Do you even like me, Luna?” No Star or Five, shit.
“What are you talking about? Where is this even coming from?”
“It’s a simple yes or no question, come on. Do you like me?” He backs me up against the door, staring me down, but he doesn’t step close enough for us to touch. I don’t know if that’s a good sign or a bad one.
“Sometimes I do, when you’re not messing with my head,” I mumble out, my cheeks heating under his scrutiny.
“Oh, poor little Luna. Isn’t life hard?” he mocks as he places his hands either side of my head and I shrink back ever so slightly. “‘I’m Luna and I don’t know whether I’m coming or going with the big bad Prince’. Well, that makes two of us.” He pushes off the door with a laugh as he walks over to the desk, and props himself up against it.
“Are you trying to teach me a lesson or do you just not give a shit about me?” He thumps his fist against his chest. He’s hitting me with a single look, and I’m so far out of my element.
“I-I...”
“No, you all think I’m such a bad guy, and I never try to pretend I’m not an asshole, but you’re not better than me. You look at me and you kiss me back like you might want me, but out of the four of us, I bet I’m the only one you’ve never kissed first.” My eyes drop and he slams his fist on the desk. “If I’m such a headache and nothing more than an annoyance, tell me to fuck off. Because seriously, why am I even bothering? I know I joked about a harem, but it looks like you could do fine without having me in it. Am I wrong, Luna? Well, I’m waiting.” He tugs hard at his hair before his hands drop to his lap, and clench into fists.
My stomach sinks as my heart thumps in my throat. My eyes feel wet and I feel heavy as I push away from the door and walk over to him. He looks up at me, his eyes wild, but I can feel his anguish as clearly as if I was feeling it myself.
“Emmet.” He’s a sight as I slide my fingers across his face and mold my mouth against his. He doesn’t react, as his body goes tight until his hand is at the back of my neck and he breathes into me. Filling me with something I didn’t realize I was missing or needing.