Page 162 of Tempting Fate

It’s pleasure and pain wrapped into one ball of bliss. Stars burst in my vision. My thighs quake, opening and closing around his head, while Zeke uses his tongue to fuck me through my second orgasm. By the time the ringing in my ears has cleared, he’s leaning over me to kiss me again.

With fumbling fingers, I reach for the top button of his jeans.

Zeke’s grip on my hand is resolute when he stops me.

“This isn’t about me, Lily.”

“Please?”

He shakes his head. I move to unbutton his pants again, but he holds firm. The sliding doors I used slide open, the silk curtains billowing out onto the balcony.

“Cherub,” Slash calls. “Are you okay? Someone said they saw you come out here.”

With a finger to his lips, Zeke shakes his head. I keep my mouth shut, scared to break the connection between us. He bends over me and captures my mouth with his. As we kiss, he uses his nimble fingers to unzip my shirt and exposes my upper body to his hungry eyes. Running his tongue down the column of my throat, Zeke dips between my breasts, stopping when he reaches my navel. Fisting the necklace that he gaze me so long ago, he presses the softest kiss to my lower belly, right on top of my surgery scar.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, metukà shelì.”

Slash turns to whoever is with him to ask, “Are you sure she came out here?”

“Yeah. I’ve been keepin’ an eye on her all night like you said,” Isaiah tells him. “She hasn’t come back inside… unless she used the door in Lo’s room.”

Before I can reply to his whispered apology, the man who broke my heart two months ago repeats his disappearing act for a second time. He slips around the corner of the balcony and quietly opens the door Isaiah just mentioned.

“Go check,” Slash commands.

Before Isaiah can reply, I scramble off the table, zip my top up, and pull my skirt down my thighs. “I’m here. Sorry,” I call out as I scoop my ruined panties from the balcony floor and push them into the top of my right boot. “Must’ve fallen asleep.”

When I round the corner, trying my hardest not to wobble on my jelly legs, Slash gives me a funny look. I follow his focus down to my thighs. My fishnets are tattered, quite clearly ripped down the inner seam that runs along the inside my thigh. With a blush that isn’t fake at all, I rush to explain, “I caught them on the table.”

“Here.” Slash shucks his cut, then unbuttons his shirt. “Tie this around your waist or somethin’.”

His gesture is kind, even though his idea solves nothing.

Spying the resolve in his gaze, I accept his offer, although I choose to wear his shirt over my clothes instead. He’s so tall and wide that the tails hang over the top of my boots and cover up my torn tights.

“Are we leaving?”

“Yeah.” Slash lifts his eyebrows and grimaces. “Something’s going down with their new lead singer, so Lo’s gotta go deal with her. Their manager is clearin’ out the penthouse now.”

With my hand in Slash’s, we say our goodbyes. Isaiah joins us on the way out. He takes up position on my opposite side and hooks an arm over my shoulders. I don’t see Zeke, even though I look everywhere for him. Now that I’m no longer caught up in the moment, regret is trying to overwhelm me.

I need to talk to him.

When I can’t find my ex-fiancé in the crowd, I ask Isaiah, “Is Nads coming home with us? What about Zeke?”

“She left with the bass player. He’s taken her back to his room.” The Shamrocks prospect scowls. “Venom found his own way here, he can find his own damn way home.”

“Oh.” Rather than take up in defence of Zeke, I comment, “I thought Pax had a room in the penthouse. They looked like they needed one earlier.”

Both men laugh at me. I look between them. “What?”

Isaiah pulls me into him and plants a kiss on my cheek. “Never change, Cherub.”

I don’t have time to puzzle through his weird comment because we’re next up to be escorted to the ground floor by the band’s security. After they return our phones, I check mine for messages. Zeke hasn’t contacted me.

My heart sinks.

What did tonight mean?

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