Page 21 of Stay With Me
“Yeah. My girlfriend thinks so,” I say, hoping she’ll drop it and just leave.
“Girlfriend? What a shame.” She lets the tips of her fake nails drag against my hand as she gives me the cash for her tattoo.
“Not for me. You ladies have a good night.” Brooke turns for the door but Ashley lingers at the counter, looking me up and down as if deciding if I’m worth the chase. She doesn’t realize that she has no chance at all.
She pulls a strip of paper from the clipboard on thecounter and scribbles something down, sliding it towards me. The bell over the door rings, but I’m distracted reading the note she pushed my way. She’s actually trying to give me her number, even though I just told her I had a girlfriend. I slide the number back towards her.
“No thanks, I just said I have a girlfriend. Don’t think she’d be thrilled to find that.” I finally look up and see Kelsea leaning against the front door, arms crossed and eyebrow cocked up in annoyance. She looks fucking edible standing there in her tight black skinny jeans, rips up and down the legs revealing her smooth tanned skin. She’s wearing a red corset top that pushes her tits up like plump peaches. I wish I could take a bite of them right now.
Brooke looks at me, then to Kelsea, and seems smart enough to read the room. “Ash, let’s go. The guys are already texting me about the party tonight.” She tries to pull the girl’s arm towards the door, but Ashley is relentless.
“Whenever you feel like using those hands on someone else, call me.” The fucking nerve of this bitch. She slides her number back in my direction and I scoff, leaning back against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest. My gaze swings to Kelsea and I see rage burning in her eyes. Jealous looks so damn sexy on her, even if it’s completely unnecessary.
“I think he made it pretty clear he wasn’t interested,”irritation laces Kelsea’s tone and Ashley spins to see her standing at the door, ready to kick her ass if she doesn’t get out of here soon.
“Ashley, let’s go,” her friend urges, but Ashley shakes her off. Damn, this bitch doesn’t know when to quit. Ashley looks to Kelsea, brushing her off before turning back to me.
“Is this the girlfriend? But it’s not like official, right? I know you hooked up with another girl in my sorority last year and she told me you don’t do the whole ‘girlfriend’ thing,” Ashley says, and I suddenly feel embarrassed Kelsea has to witness this. I’m not ashamed of my past, but I’m not in a hurry to parade it in front of her either. Kelsea needs to trust that I’m in this for real, that I’m committed to her. This is definitely not helping my cause at all.
“I think it’s time for you to go,” I say, my face stern and annoyed. Kelsea walks across the space, head held high like the fucking queen she is. She doesn’t spare even a glance at the desperate sorority girls as she molds her body against mine. The heels she’s wearing put her almost at eye level with me, so she barely has to push up onto her toes to press her lips against mine. Her kiss is slow and sexy, claiming me, branding me as hers. She can mark her territory any time she wants if this is how she does it. She breaks our kiss too soon, nipping at my bottom lip before throwing me a wink and turning in myarms. I don’t let go of her hips as she stares down the two girls.
“I’m pretty sure he asked you to go,” her voice is sweet and light, dripping with false sincerity as she addresses the girls. “And for the record, it feels pretty official when he bends me over this counter every night and fucks me harder than either of you sorority barbie bitches could ever imagine. I suggest you don’t come back,” she says, her fake pageant smile perfectly in place. I’ve never fucked her against this counter, but damn, I want to now.
“We’re sorry, we won’t be back.” Brooke at least has the decency to look apologetic as she pulls her friend out the front door.
From behind us, I hear a slow clap and we turn to see Elijah standing in the doorway, the smug grin plastered all over his face. At this moment, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
I love Kelsea Sawyer.
seventeen
I didn’t expectto have Everett’s past thrown in my face tonight, but here we are. It’s not his fault. He can’t help it that he was a whore before he met me. I don’t judge him at all for it. But when a man says he’s not interested, why can’t women just let it go? I stood by, letting him handle things for as long as I could. But after that bitch kept pressing her luck, it was time for me to intervene. Now my adrenaline is rushing, my body primed and ready for a fight, but also kinda turned on by my own jealousy. I’ve never considered myself a jealous person. My eyes find Everett’s, hoping to feel a calming energy from him that will bring me down. Instead, I see a wildfire blazing in his golden-green irises.
“Your station, now,” I snap, strutting past him with a little more sway in my hips than is necessary. Without a word, hefollows behind me.
“Excellent work, madam,” Eli says, giving me a slow clap from the doorway of his space.
“Ev is done for the night, Elijah,” I say as we walk into his station, closing the door behind us.
Before he can say a word, I’m on him. He catches me, his fingertips digging into my ass cheeks as I crash my lips into his. His mouth opens to me instantly, the minty taste of him exploding on my tongue. He groans into my mouth and I feel him already growing harder between us. He’s just as turned on as I am by my little display of possessiveness.
“I’m sorry I lied about you fucking me against the counter,” I say between rough kisses. He pulls his mouth from mine and trails his tongue down the column of my neck. “I just couldn’t stand her pushing herself on you after you told her you weren’t interested.”
“I’m not sorry, goddess. You want me to make it a reality? I’ll kick Eli and his client out right now and bring your dreams to life, baby.” His voice is gravelly and deep, lust burning in his touch as he traces every curve of my body.
“No, Ev. I have other plans for you,” I say with a wicked grin. He cocks a questioning eyebrow at me as he sets my feet back on the ground. The bulge in his jeans is pressing against my abdomen. I’m glad I affect him this way. I want to erase every image of his past from his mind. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I hear hisbreath catch in his throat. It’s a slow descent in these skin-tight jeans, but I make it just fine.
“What are you-” he cuts himself off, knowing exactly what my intentions with him are. I unbutton his jeans and slide his zipper down painfully slowly, enjoying teasing the hell out of him already. I slide his jeans and boxers down his muscular thighs and sigh at the sight of his perfect cock, already hard and ready for me. A bead of precum glistens at the tip and my tongue darts out to catch it. The salty, sweet taste coats my tongue and I moan. He braces his hand on the edge of his tattoo chair and I laugh.
“Easy, baby. I haven’t even gotten to the good part.” I laugh darkly. Before he can reply, I wrap my lips around his swollen head, taking him as deep as I can without gagging. I use my tongue to trace every vein that runs along his shaft, bobbing my head to the rhythm of our racing hearts. He lets out a loud groan and tangles his fist into my dark hair. I give him a small nod, letting him take control as he tightens his grip on my hair and thrusts up into my throat. I’m practically soaking through my jeans, so turned on by him using my body to take the pleasure he needs. Rubbing my thighs together, I attempt to relive some of the ache.
He chuckles deeply, “What’s wrong, goddess? You getting a little too hot and bothered by the feeling of your lips wrapped around my cock? Fuck, I know I am. Your mouth is like fucking heaven, baby.” I moan,sending vibrations across his shaft, and he jerks in response, a small gasp leaving his lips. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna come, Kelsea. Is that what you want? You wanna take me down that pretty throat of yours and swallow everything I give you?”
His words shoot through me like lightning. He’s so deliciously dirty. I never thought I would enjoy a man talking to me like this, telling me what he wants to do with my body. But when Everett talks this way, heat floods my system, wetness pooling between my legs for him.
“Answer me, Kelsea. Tell me what you want.” He pulls my head back, tilting my neck up so I’m looking him in the eye. That perfect cocky smirk graces his lips. “You’re so beautiful like this, baby. A fucking queen on her knees for me. I’m a lucky bastard.”
“Yeah, you really are,” I joke, licking the taste of him from my lips slowly. “You really want to know what I want, Ev?”
