Page 65 of Sexy Dirty Fun

“Are you sure?” Tracy asked, her blue eyes wide with concern.

“Yes,” I said firmly. “Let’s go inside.”

We took off for the party and I was relieved Lindsey was nowhere in sight. We found our table and sat down. I found myself constantly scanning the crowd for a glimpse of her. I didn’t even bother trying to talk to Diesel or Tracy and if anyone else stopped by our table to talk, I was usually short with them, causing them to leave minutes after they stopped by.

I eventually found her. She was across the room and talking to her friend Rebecca. I didn’t get a good look at the guy that she had been with earlier, but she appeared to be alone this time. I watched them talk and it must have been something important by the way the two of them were waving their arms around. I couldn’t help but smile; I forgot how animated she got when she talked about something she was excited about.

Rebecca walked away and Lindsey stood there alone. Now was my chance but she was way across the room. Would I be too late?”

I stood up. “I’ll be right back.” I hurried off before Diesel or Mandy could say anything, my sights set on Lindsey. Before I got to her, she turned and headed towards the hallway behind her where the bathrooms were. Fuck. I picked up my pace.

As disappeared into the hallway and I followed. When I was right behind her, I reached out and grabbed her arm. “Lindsey, wait,” I said, stopping her.

“What the hell?” She asked and spun around. Her face when white when she saw me. “Cane,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Hello, Lindsey,” I said softly, my eyes roaming her body. Damn, she looked as hot as ever in that little black dress. I was a little bit unnerved; now that she was standing in front of me, I didn’t know what to say to her. “You look as gorgeous as ever.”

She looked past my shoulder before her gaze rested on me. “Thank you. How are you?”

“Good.” My eyes were drawn to those luscious limps. I had thought about the way they looked wrapped around my cock more than once. “You?”

“I’m good,” she said, brushing a strand of hair off of her face. She had on the pair of thigh high boots she bought when I was with her shopping once. I had wanted to buy them for her, but she insisted paying for them herself. She did model them for me later wearing nothing else soon they were wrapped around me. I wanted them wrapped around me again.

There was an awkward pause. “Congrats on the book,” I finally managed to say. Now that I had her here in front of me, I didn’t want to let her go any time soon.

“Thanks. I heard you and Diesel started a record label. How’s that?” She clutched her small purse and I could see the whites of her knuckles. It made me feel good to know she was still keeping tabs on me.

“It’s going well. It’s different though,” I admitted and rubbed the back of my neck with my hand. There was a small part of me that missed performing and the thousands of people screaming for me.

“I bet.” She smiled. “Well, I have to go. It was good talking to you, Cane. Take care.”

“You too,” I said, unable to think of anything else to say to her that might keep her there talking to me. I watched her turn and head into the bathroom.

That couldn’t be it. After our time together and the way I felt about her, I couldn’t let her walk away like that. I paced around outside of the bathrooms. I ran my hand through my hair, looking around for anyone that might be looking for her. The door to the woman’s bathroom started to open and there was no one coming, so I grabbed her hand as she came out.

“Come with me,” I said and dragged her further down the hall to a coat room I had noticed.

“Cane, what the hell are you doing?” she protested behind me.

I entered the small enclave and pulled her with me. I reached for her face, cupping it in my hands and almost moaned when my lips met hers. I wanted to be gentle but breathing in her scent and feeling her against me was too much for my control. I turned and pushed her hard against the wall, pinning her there with my body. I slide a thigh between her legs and assaulted her lips with mine.

She was stunned at first but soon she was whimpering and melting against me, returning the kiss. Our teeth clashed and my moved down to cup her ass. I was ready to take her right there. I missed burying myself in that sweet pussy.

She brought her hands up to my chest and gave me a hard shove, ending the kiss. “Get off of me you asshole!” She cried out, her chest heaving. She wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand.

I stumbled back, almost losing my balance. Her eyes were wild and her cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry,” I said, not sure what else to say.

“I haven’t seen you in three years, Cane. You can’t just pull me away and kiss me. I have a boyfriend,” she said, wiping a tear from her cheek.

My heart ached at her pain. I had no right to do that. “I still love you, Lindsey,” I confessed.

“No,” She stood up straight and shook her head. “You can’t do that. You cannot come back into my life and announce your love for me, Cane. I don’t give a fuck who you think you are. I’ve moved on with a nice guy that loves me and takes care of me. Most of all, he doesn’t hurt me every five minutes.”

Her words were life a knife to my heart and I slumped down the wall until I was sitting on the floor. I buried my face in my hands. I didn’t deserve her. “I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you, Lindsey.” I looked up at her, my eyes wet with tears. “You deserve so much more.”

“I have to go,” she said, wiping the tears from her cheek and pulling a mirror from her purse. “Please stay away from me,” she said while she checked her hair and make-up. She snapped it shut and looked down at me. “Take care of yourself, Cane.”

And then she was gone.

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