Still, if my father had been in the room, I wouldn’t have even dared kiss Bennet in public. Fender was the president of the Black Aces, which meant he lived fast and loose. It also meant that he was so protective of me that I hadn’t had my first proper date until I had gone to college.
Eighteen and still a virgin.
I was surrounded by sex every time I came to visit. None of the Black Aces was exactly shy about it. But not one of them would touch me.
“It’s ok.” Bennett’s hands settled around my waist again, “maybe you can introduce me to him.”
I blinked up at him in surprise. “Why?” I was genuinely confused. Why would he want to meet my brother?
Bennet shrugged. “We are here today on Valentines night Chel. I was pleased when you invited us down. It means things are moving forward.”
I swallowed hard. “Forward?” My voice came out squeaky. I hoped he was talking about us finally taking things to the next level physically and not emotionally.
“Yes.” His lips hovered over mine. “We have been dating for months.”
“Have you seen Blair anywhere?” I changed the subject and his eyebrows raised. “No, I think she went to the bathroom.” The hands on my hips squeezed. “I kind of told her to give us some space so we could talk.”
“Well, I’m going to make sure she’s ok.” Reaching up on tiptoes, I pressed my lips to his. “After that, I am all yours.” I let my voice carry, and again my eyes met Wickeds.
He was frowning as he stared at me. No, not frowning. Glaring.
Wicked was Glaring at me because I kissed another guy. When some woman had her hand down his fucking jeans.
He was a hypocrite.
All of the Black Aces were.
And I was fed up of it.
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“Chelsea?”
Wicked voice made me jump. Literally, jump. I hadn’t even realised that he had followed me down the long corridor towards the ladies room.
I whirled around, my hand clutching at my throat. His eyes fell on it and then dipped lower, skirting over the mounds of my breasts that had been pushed upwards over the neckline of my dress. His tongue swiped over his lips for a second, and then he lifted his eyes almost guiltily. Like he hadn’t meant to look.
“Hey, Wicked.” My eyes met his. “What are you doing? Looking for Gem?” I didn’t even try and keep the sarcasm out of my voice.
The smile on his handsome face dipped. “I was looking for you actually.”
“Me?” I lifted my face expectantly. Hope filling my chest. Maybe this was it? Maybe…. any hope I had evaporated the moment he opened his mouth. And I felt like a fool instantly. “Yeah, Ruin wanted me to have a word with you about the way you are carrying on with your.” He seemed to search for the right word. “Date.” Wicked lips curled in a sneer.
He had followed me because he wanted to warn me to behave? “I’m not doing anything wrong Wicked. I’m an adult.” Closing my hand around the bathroom door, I paused, turning back to him. “If I want to Bennet to fuck me on the pool table it has nothing to do with you.” I gave him my sweetest smile. “Hell, I’m surprised someone else isn’t fucking on it already. We both know tonight will turn into one big Black Ace’s orgy.”
Wicked eyes darkened. “Probably but you won’t be taking part.” Something shifted in his face as I continued to smile up at him.
“You’re not my dad or my Brother, Wicked so just watch me. I will do whatever I want….” the words died on my lips as he covered the space between us. His hand snaking around my head to fist my hair and draw my head back sharply. My chest heaved, my breasts threatening to spill out over the low neckline.
“I’m well aware I’m not your brother Chelsea.”
Chapter Three
Wicked
Fuck.
I had closed the space between us without even thinking. My hand closing around her hair and dragging her head back.