Page 94 of Fighting for His Life

She doesn’t reply making me wonder if she heard me.

“Man, this night is never going to get started if she doesn’t come on,” Zane complains. Tori shoves an elbow into his side making him yelp. “What was that for?”

“For being an ass. It’s been a long time since your sister has been out. Be a little more understanding and supportive.”

I grin his scowl then give Tori a slight nod. I find myself wishing she lived closer for Zoey’s sake. She’s exactly the kind of friend that Zoey needs. I know I’m her best friend. So is Zane, but she hasn’t had any girlfriends in a while. Someone she can talk girl shit with. Not that she doesn’t with me, but I doubt my responses are what she’s looking for.

“Zoey,” I yell again, realizing it is now after seven. She didn’t want to be a minute late. Now we may be an hour late. It doesn’t really matter, but Zane is looking antsy for some reason. “We’ve got to go.”

“A little bit ago you were telling me that it doesn’t matter what time we get there, and now you're rushing me,” she calls from the bedroom. I hear the familiar click of heels on the hardwood telling me she is finally ready. “Just so you know yelling doesn’t speed up the process.”

“No shit,” I yell again with the intent of aggravating her.

“And it’s not my fault that you hate a tux,” she says coming down the hallway.

She freezes when she sees everyone sitting in the living room. Then her face lights up with delight.

I’m frozen too because – well.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit

I stop breathing.

My heart stops pumping blood to my brain, rerouting it further south. Actually, scratch that. I’m pretty sure my heart stops. My tongue is probably hanging out of my mouth. Drool is falling down my chin. My eyes have got to be big as saucers.

I can’t form a word. I can’t form a thought.

She is the absolute most beautifully stunning woman in the world right now. The most beautifully stunning thing I have ever laid eyes on.

Her naturally tan skin glows against the white sleeveless dress. Her breast swell generously over the straight cut top and the slit with black contrast runs down the length of the dress is dangerously high. The dress hugs her body like a glove, accentuating every damn curve she has. Curves I’m glad have returned.

Her dark hair is pulled partly back, leaving the rest to fall down her back and over her shoulders. She’s wearing a lot more makeup than I’ve seen her in lately, but it only seems to make her pale blue eyes look even lighter and like pure lust. Her lips are colored a deep red making them look fuller and poutier and scream sex.

She’s a fucking goddess.

“Oh my God, Zoey,” Tori speaks first. “You look amazing.”

Everyone else murmurs their agreements as I walk toward her. I grab her by the waist and dip my head toward her ear. I place a soft kiss to the skin just behind it before whispering. “We can always just skip the party,” I say in a deep, husky voice, discretely rubbing my latest erection against her.

Her breath quickens slightly, then she composes herself. “After all this work? I don’t think so, buddy.” She gently pushes my chest, putting some distance between us.

“You’re trying to kill me,” I grumble. I’m a little disappointed, but a lot proud. She had an out but didn’t take it.

She giggles a little then tells me I look good too. Too good is what she says.

“I’m going to fucking kill somebody tonight,” Zane grumbles.

Tori pops him again. I don’t see it, but I hear it. “Leave her alone. She looks beautiful.”

“She looks like walking sex,” Zane grumbles again.

Zoey stiffens in my arms. I want to punch Zane right in the nose for that comment. It’s definitely not something that should be said to her.

Apparently, he notices the stiffness in her posture too, and realizes what he’s said. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, Zoey. I shouldn’t have said it at all.”

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