If it had been, she was kissing; she wouldn’t be bored. She would be dripping.
Chelsea didn’t need some college boy in her life. She needed a man. A real man. A man who could make her body sing.
It was just a shame I couldn’t be that man.
Not tonight.
Not ever.
Chapter Two
Chelsea
Inviting Bennet here was a mistake. I knew it as soon as he had pulled up in his shiny white convertible with his sister applying lipgloss in the front seat.
Neither of them belonged here, in a place like Cooks but I had been glad they had come. At least in the beginning. I had been hooking up with Bennet on and off for a few months. It was nothing serious, and that suited me just fine. I had known him for years ever since I had become friends with his sister Blair.
Who was also here.
Somewhere.
I let my eyes travel around the crowded room, but I couldn't see her anywhere. I could see Wicked, though. Sat with his regular group. With Cooks long time bartender firmly on his lap. He was nibbling on her bare shoulder as she made all the right noises with her eyes closed.
Jesus, I hated seeing him with another woman. I always had. My brothers best friend had been my girl crush for as long as I could remember. But he had never looked at me. Not as a woman anyway. To Wicked I was always going to be Ruin’s annoying kid sister. The club princess. The annoying brat.
At least he hadn't looked at me like I wanted until the day he had picked me up from college. I hadn’t meant to grope him. It had been a complete accident. But the way he stiffened against my front, the way his dick jumped to attention under my hand made my next move almost instinctual. He had liked me touching him. More than liked it. So I had spent the next hours rubbing against him. My hand at his zipper and my breasts against his back. He had been so turned on by the time we had got into town I had been sure he would fuck me.
I wanted him to fuck me.
But he hadn’t. Hell, he had barely said two words to me since.
The giant man whore Wicked was avoiding me.
And here he was, staring at me as he nibbled on another woman’s skin. His eyes never leaving my face.
“Chel…..”
I came to with a start. I had been so focused on Wicked and wishing it was me sitting on his damn lap that I had totally forgotten the man who had his arms wrapped around my shoulders. The man I had been kissing.
Was that the reason why Wicked had been staring at me? Was he jealous? Like I was.
“Mmmm.” I moaned up at him. It was the only thing I could do. I wasn’t even sure if he had been talking.
“You seemed to go away for a bit then.” His soft fingers brushed down my cheek. Tilting my chin up so he could brush his lips over mine again.
“I was just enjoying….” I giggled. “Your company.” The lie came easy. But he swallowed it up just like I knew he would. Bennet always liked his ego stroked. It was one of the reasons he was interested in me. I didn’t want a commitment. Which meant I didn’t mind him putting his dick around campus.
“I always enjoy yours.” He cooed it into my hair, his hands reaching down to cup my ass. The movement pulled my dress up even further. I could feel the cool air on my ass. “Like really really enjoy it.”
Over his shoulder, I watched as Wicked head lifted. His whiskey coloured eyes narrowing.
I knew what he saw. My ass was almost completely out. Most of the Black Aces would ignore my very presence, but I knew Wicked wouldn’t.
Like clockwork, I watched as he leant over, his lips at my brother’s ear.
And then there were two of them glaring at me.
“Me too.” I pushed his hands away. Smiling an apology at him as he frowned. “My Brother is a little protective.” I felt like I needed to explain it to him, which was stupid. I was an adult.