I’m shoved out of the way by a bombarding miniature person with silvery blond hair tipped with pink and purple. Len jumps and lands softly like only one her size can onto Jax’s lap and places a sloppy, intoxicated kiss on his lips. “Hi, baby.”
That look, do you see it?
The twinkle in her dual-colored eyes as she looks at Jax? The smile that makes her red cheeked face glow with a happiness you rarely see anymore? And the look Jax gives her in return? The look every man gives a woman he can’t figure out how the fuck he got so lucky to call her his?
I want Paige to look at me like Len looks at Jax. I want to look into her eyes and question why the hell to whoever is watching over us thought I would be the best match for such a perfect woman.
“You’ve been drinking.” His hands roam the alabaster skin exposed on her back.
“Just a little.” Her eyes narrow to slits as she holds her finger and thumb away barely a centimeter apart. She places a kiss on his nose and looks up at me. “Hi there, handsome.” She giggles.
“Hello, Len.” I nod down at her.
“I thought I saw what’s-her-name with you two?” Her head tilts, tapping against Jax’s.
I look at where Megan was flanking us and come up short. “Where the hell did she go?” Quickly, I look around. I told her to stay with us. What the fuck is she thinking? “I’m … not sure?”
“Oh well, she’ll be fine. The twins made sure a security team would be roaming at all times.”
That doesn’t make me feel any better, but I can’t do anything about it now. She’s lost to the crowds. It will be too difficult to find her, but there is one woman I do want to find.
“Paige is off partying by the moto ramps.”
God, this woman has gotten to know me too well. Am I that transparent? I used to pride myself in keeping my expression impassive and my thoughts well to myself. Looks like those different colored eyes give Len special powers, and she can read minds.
“You got him?” I point at Jax. Since Len has been drinking, Jax will do the honorable thing and stay sober to make sure she is safe.
Oh, our Jax is a good egg. He will be the caregiver tonight.
Grinning, Len points her finger at me as if it was a pistol and then pretends to shoot me. “You got it!” She falls back against Jax’s chest in a fit of giggles.
Jax meets my gaze. “You have a handful.”
“He has plenty!” Len’s normal calm and controlled composure is gone with however much she drank. And we don’t know how much that is, but it is enough to let the cool-headed woman grab Jax’s hands and palm her tits with them.
He grins, and warmth floods me at seeing my friend so happy.
“Have fun.” I wave with my phone and take off to find my way to Paige. It isn’t hard. It is almost as though she has a tractor beam set on me, pulling me toward her with every long step I take in the direction I know her to be. I pass by food trucks offering fried foods, sugar-rich crap I don’t like, and barbecue, which I do stop and buy. It tastes pretty fucking good too, especially when I stop to grab myself a draft of some auburn liquid from my homeland.
Now that is fucking fantastic.
The rapid revving and the burp of the moto bikes begin to drown out the music, the shouts of guys watching drunken women strip off their clothing or grind with one another, and the giggling of said women is everywhere.
Finally, I find the ramps and watch as several riders jump and do a variety of different tricks before landing across the gap. It doesn’t take me long to find her. Though the crowd here is nearly as big as the ones around the stages and other parts, it has more geared up riders waiting than people partying.
Paige sways next to the off ramp, holding a can over her head and dancing to music she can barely hear. Plenty of men are around her, but none seem to be giving her the attention that would require me to slam my booted foot in their face for. Even if one or two were, she wouldn’t pay them mind.
Like in any other crowd, my size has its advantage to get me through far quicker than the average man. When I reach her, I instantly feel the chemistry between us throbbing like the music beyond the food trucks and the makeshift pubs, thrumming deeper than the vibrations of motors surrounding us.
My palms prickle as I reach down to her hips and hold them around the soft yet firm expanse of golden brown flesh exposed by her bikini top. More like a fucking bra with those small fucking strings like Megan’s abandoned shirt.
This is my woman, and as such, I feel the need to claim her in front of all others and hide her away. I dare not, though; she would have my balls for a game of ping pong before I finished getting my demands out.
“Don’t you look fucking amazing?” I mess her hair with my face as I bend down to whisper in her ear. She has all those long black locks up in an unkempt mess for a ponytail. Her bangs swept to the side, she granted anyone looking directly at her a rare glimpse of those beautiful green eyes. Her dark makeup does little to hide those sea green beauties; it only amplifies them.
“Oh, my sexy Oz, I know.” Her white teeth shine against her red stained lips while her arse wiggles against me. “What took you so long?” Quickly, she turns, her hair slapping me in the face as her arms loop around my neck. “I’ve missed you.”
Her eyes are hooded, not in the I’m turned the fuck on way they normally are, but in a way that tells me she’s been drinking. “Been drinking?”
“A lot.”
“Glad to see you and Len are still opposites.” I laugh and pull her against me, letting her feel how turned on I am already for her.
“You expect anything less?”
“No.” I kiss her nose and then brush my lips against her, smelling the alcohol on her breath.
“Good.” I feel her smile and then our lips seal together. Her mouth opens, and her tongue laps against my lips until I open for her. For an instant, I forget we are at a party, and the hundreds of people milling around us disappear. My hands slide down her bare back to cup her arse in the skirt that matches the trophy girls at the gate, but suits her so much better; especially with the skull stockings and her black boots.
Seeing her in this pisses me the fuck off just as much as it turns me on. No man should get to see this much of her. My claim on her needs to be known to every fucking man in a fifty-mile radius. The urge to remove my shirt and slide it over her body is strong; it is longer than her skirt is and will hide everything I don’t want any other man to see.
“God, woman.” My heavy eyes open slowly to take her in. “This isn’t fair. Where could I possibly fuck you at here?” I don’t spot a single place where I could hide her and make her scream. And finding Jax to get his keys will take too long.
“You’ll just have to wait. Anticipation can be a fun game.”
“I don’t play games well.”
“And I always cheat.” Her tongue darts across her bottom lip. “For now, enjoy all this with me. I’m a queen here, and you can be my man servant who gets the honor to fuck me tonight.” Her arms stretch out, and she falls back, leaving me to catch her in my arms.
“And how do you suppose we get out of here if we are both wasted?”
“I have a driver tonight.” She grins up at me with intense pride. “Now, let’s get you another drink.”
For once, I truly see a relaxed and free side of Paige. I’ve seen her open, it comes out every time she comes around my dick, but this Paige … I’ve never seen this one.
“Then lead the way, my queen.” My arm circles her waist, staking my claim but not pushing my limits. I don’t want her to jump back into her coffin of protection today or ever again.
I drink and dance with Paige.
I drink some more and help her judge freestyle jumps.
I drink even more and follow her around like her man servant to the dragstrips, the stages to listen to the bands, to watch the wet t-shirt contests and the girls stripping, and then we drink some more, finding our way to somewhere I can’t even recollect, and end up dry humping.
I don’t think I’ve been this shitfaced in a long arse time. My vision is distorted as if I’m looking through goggles made for tunnel vision—blurred around the edges and the only focus right in the center.
I sway, my massive frame tilting like a tree about to fall in the forest during a strong windstorm. My senses, the ones I use to know Paige is near me, are dimmed and contorted. When a touch comes to my back, I nearly fall on my face to turn around thinking it is Paige only to find the trophy girl from earlier in the day. It is night now; the sun still setting, giving the last light and heat of the day.
“I knew I would find you.” Her smile is one of victory as she steps into my space. I can barely back away. “Have you been waiting for me?”
“Umm.” Shaking my head is the only thing I can do. My fuzzy head tries to figure out where Paige went off to.
“Cat got your tongue? I’m Ginny, but I’ll be a cat for the night if you like?” Her hands rest on my chest, but I’m still unable to do anything. “Your friend likes to talk, and that bores me. I prefer action.”
“Then how about this?” A tattooed fist flies out of nowhere, decking Ginny squarely in the face and causing her to fall backward into a flock of girls and one guy dancing behind her. “Don’t fucking touch what belongs to me.” Paige falls into my tunnel vision, looming over the girl. “Move. Along.” I can hear the snarl in her voice.
“You don’t normally mind, Paige.” Ginny staggers to her feet, holding her nose.
Ah, a rare trophy girl who doesn’t mind a fight, but she doesn’t fight back this time. She must have learned the hard way never to cross Paige.
“Not this one.” The finality of Paige’s voice whips through the air, silencing all in earshot of us. “Now go.”
My Adam’s apple bobs as I attempt to swallow, but it stills in my throat when angry bright greens pin me. “Did you forget how to speak?”
“Paige—”
“Oh, shut up.” She grabs my hand. “I’ve had enough fun for the night. Let’s go.” I stagger, stumble, and trip over my own feet to keep pace with her as she drags me off to where all the slumbering—some rocking—vehicles are until we reach a limousine. “Get. In.”
I oblige, not wanting to anger her more and fall into the back. Paige follows, slams the doors, and then is on me, frantically kissing me. My mind and mouth are not one and can’t keep up. My shirt is ripped open, and then my fly is popped, the buttons of my jeans undone and my pants are down around my ankles when she takes me into her mouth.
“Fuck!” My head thumps against the head rest, the drunken fog slowly fading away, and my thoughts go to how much I’m falling in love with her.