Chapter 11
CHARLI
INEED A DRINK, SO I HEAD to the bar. After not hearing from Eli for two weeks, I can’t take much more. HE told me he wants me, and then disappeared off the face of the planet.
Jake is working tonight. He has moved here from Ohio last year. He’s a nomad, and he hasn’t expressed any interest in staying here permanently. I think he has stayed here the longest, so he must like it well enough to stick around for a while.
Aria flicks her hair over her shoulder, fluttering her eyes at him she is a flirt, guys flock to her and she uses that to her advantage.
“We need shots, Jake,” she says, giving him her best flirty smile while leaning down, giving him a view down her dress. He winks at her and turns to get the shots. I roll my eyes at her. We don’t need to be drunk to have fun but maybe being drunk right now will help me.
We knock back at least four shots each and head to the dance
floor. The burn of the alcohol hits my throat, making me gag.
That’s why I don’t drink.
I’m pretty sure I’m already drunk.
Neil, one of the bouncers, nods my way when he sees me. I
give him a wave and smile at him.
The dance floor is crowded and I’m dripping with sweat. I’m
hot, but I’m having too much fun to care.
We are about four songs in, shaking our booties, when Aria
calls it. Justin Timberlake’s Can't Stop The Feeling starts blasting
through the dance floor. I love this song.
I definitely can't stop my feelings for Eli.
The DJ is playing tonight. He plays weekends and its live
music during the week. I prefer the DJ to the live music.
The loud music and alcohol are draining all my thoughts of
Eli.
That is… until I turn, and see him.
My stomach erupts with butterflies.
The fluttery type where my stomach turns, making me sick.
Where has he been?
Even being as mad as I am, he still makes my body tingle.
Just one look at him and his male perfection has me clenching my
legs together.
Eli never looked yummier then he does right now. He is
wearing a blue fitted t-shirt that hugs his body so tight you can
see his abs poking through. His jeans hang just right, perfectly on
his hips hinting at what is underneath.
The prominent V leading to his crotch where I know his
massive manhood waits has me licking my lips, eager to taste him.
His lips have always looked like he knew how to kiss. I now
know Eli’s kisses have the power to unravel me, to make me forget
everything but him. He’s damn good at sending a girl into pure
ecstasy just by pressing his lips against hers, and he knows it. Eli’s
kisses unravel me and make me forget everything but him.
I want to feel that way again.
I’m just not sure if it’s because I am a little drunk.
Okay, I think when I stumble into Aria with a laugh, a lot
drunk.
I make my way up to Eli. He is heading towards the table
talking to Carter, Lucas and Jensen.
Holy crap, my brother is here.
Abort mission, Charli, ABORT.
I try to turn and run but it's too late, Jensen sees me and give
me a stern look that says he isn’t happy.
“Hey,” I say.
“What the hell are you doing here, Charlotte? Are you
drunk?”
Jensen all but screams at me, making me feel like a child in
trouble.
“Hey dude, calm down, no need to yell at her.” Eli says in my
defence.
“Shut up Eli, it's none of your business,” Jensen says, putting
his hand up to stop Eli from interrupting. “She is my sister, I don't
need you butting your nose in.”
Eli frowns at Jensen. He hates when Jensen speaks to me like
a child.
“Back off, dude. I understand you think you have the right to
tell her what to do because you're her brother. But there’s no need
to speak to her like that,” Eli says.
Jensen's face has overprotective big brother written all over
it. It’s the one I always knew after we lost our father, and the same
person who stepped up when we didn’t have parents anymore.
“Not your goddamn business. Eli, back the fuck off. Stay out
of it. Unless you want to get into it right now, let me deal with my
sister.”
Eli looks at me, giving me an apologetic look. At least he had
tried.
“What the hell, Charli? How much have you had to drink? Are
you here alone? You can barely stand.”
That's too many words at once for me in this fuzzy state. I
don’t catch everything Jensen says. As if they can tell I need to be
rescued, the girls come up behind me, greeting my brother.
They start to say to Jensen I was with them, and we were all
dancing and just having fun. The only problem is that my friends
are drunker than I am. It only makes Jensen angrier.
“SERIOUSLY?” Jensen says, throwing his hands in the air.
“You are all so drunk you can barely stand, what if someone took
advantage of you?”
Always the protector.
“Jensen,” I say
“We are fine, we just had a few drinks to let loose and have
fun. You guys are here now. I'm sure you will look out for us.”
I smile at him and kiss him on the cheek.
He seemed to relax a little. He can't stay mad at me.
“Fine, just be careful, please,” he says.
“We will," I promise.
He and the guy’s head to their usual table and meet up with
the rest of their friends.
I to turn to head back to the dance floor, my eyes catch Eli's,
he nods towards the back door. I'm not sure if he wants me to meet
him there, so I point to myself, he mouths back, “YES”.
What's going on? When did he move over there?
I make an excuse to the girls and tell them I need to get some
fresh air.
Aria offers to come with me but I tell her, "No, it’s okay. Go
back to dancing."
As I walk through the back door, someone grabs my arm and
pushed me into the wall.
I scream, “Let go of me!”
It is Eli
I give his chest a light tap. “What the hell, Eli? You scared
the hell out of me.”
Before I can say anything else, he grabs me and pushes me
up against the wall. His hard chest presses against my breasts; it
feels so good. I can feel his arousal as he pushes his groin against
me.
God, he feels so good.
It goes around and around in my head on a loop.
The need between my legs is back.
My breasts ache for his touch. He is as turned on as I am.
I can feel every inch of his ripped muscular frame. No wonder
girls fell at his feet like he was some sort of God.
My nipples are as hard as his massive cock.
I look deeply into his eyes and can see the passion he has for
me in them, his intense gaze holds mine as he leans in and
captures my lips as his tongue, swirling it around in my mouth.
It should be illegal for men to look like Eli, women never
stand a chance.
His voice is like silk that wraps around me when he speaks.
He continues to run his free hand over my body, roaming
every inch of me, feeling my body like he craved it, I hold his other
hand tightly in mine.
I'm breathing heavy, I can feel my chests rising and pressing
against him
His eyes hold, still capturing mine. I feel like I'm about to fall
from the heat between us.
I can feel the wetness between my legs. I have never felt like
this before.
Being near Eli always made me wet but this was different, I
can’t control my body.
My breasts are aching, begging for Eli’s touch.
My skin is crawling with goose bumps.
My knees feel weak.
This is way better than any dream or fantasy I have ever had.
Eli felt better than he does in my dreams.
His hard chest pushes against me and I shudder.
“When you shudder like that all I can think about is burying
my cock deep inside you,” he whispers.
Oh my god
“Please, touch me, Eli.”
I am begging now, I need a release one only he could give me.
“Fuck.”
His voice is straining like it hurt him to talk.
Am I affecting him like he is affecting me?