Beautiful Beginning(17)
marble with a simple filigree pattern decorating the front. The bar was
busy but not full when we arrived, and we immediately claimed two large
booths toward the back of the room.
The men hadn’t been as quick to arrive from Coronado, so we had time to
order drinks and return to our seats before they showed up. I looked to the
door just as Bennett led the group inside, with Max, Will, Henry, and
Bennett’s cousins Chris and Brian trailing at the back. But when I stood
to greet them, and Bennett’s eyes raked over me, from my red lips to my
siren red toenails, I knew I was in deep, deep trouble.
I ignored the pressure of his attention as best I could, but with him it
was nearly impossible. His focus was a physical presence, a heavy weight on
my neck, my breasts, and most of all, the long expanse of my exposed legs.
We stood and greeted our friends, and I felt my chest grow tight, my heart
race with how fun it was having everyone together. I kissed Brian, Will,
and Max and greeted Bull with a brief-but-polite hug.
Only then did I look Bennett over more slowly, and felt a familiar warmth
spread from my stomach and down between my legs. Stretching on my tiptoes,
I kissed the corner of his mouth. “Hi. You look good enough to lick
tonight.”
He returned my kiss, stiffly, and then leaned to press his mouth to my ear.
“What in the f*ck are you wearing?”
Glancing down, I smoothed my hands over my sleeveless, beaded black
minidress. “It’s new. Do you like it?”
Before I could look up to catch his reply, Bennett grabbed me by my upper
arm, pulled me down a dark hall, and shoved me against a wall. Even in the
dim light I could see the rage and lust on his face. My favorite f*cking
Bennett. Arousal rose in me; every inch of my skin ached to feel his
fingertips.
“What the f*ck do you think you’re doing?” he growled.
“Could you be more specific? I’m having a drink, I’m out with some
friends, I’m—”
Both of his hands came up, roughly pinning me by my shoulders to the wall.
I let out a tight moan, and his eyes narrowed further. “The shoes, Chloe.
Explain the f*cking shoes.”
“They’re special to me,” I said, slowly blinking down to his mouth. I
licked my lips as I stared at his, and he leaned in closer, instinctively.
“Something old, something new. I wore these once when we were here
together. Do you remember?”
Just as I suspected, his face grew impossibly more angry. “Of course I
remember. And the ‘something old, something new’ is for the actual
wedding day, not the entire week before when I’m trying to keep my hands
off you.”
“I’m practicing,” I said, breathless. “In fact, there are a lot of
things I’d like to practice before the wedding, Bennett. Like deep-
throating.”
“Are you really trying to break me?”
I shook my head with wide, innocent eyes but said, “Yes. I really am.”
His grip on my shoulders lessened and he slumped forward, resting his
forehead against mine. “Chlo . . . You know how much I want you every
second.”
“I want you, too. So, I thought maybe later we could go back to the hotel
and I could keep the shoes on? You could have me on my back, legs in the
air . . .” I turned, kissed the shell of his ear. “Plus, I have this
amazing corset on under here and—”
Bennett pushed away and turned, storming down the hall.
I took the opportunity to sneak into the women’s room to check my makeup
and high-five myself in the mirror. But my martini wasn’t getting any
colder, and I had some seducing to do, so I didn’t linger long.
Bennett seemed to have calmed himself by the time I returned to the table,
and was sitting in the booth with Max and Will while the other men ordered
drinks at the bar and the women danced a few yards away from where we sat.
Bennett’s arm was slung over the back and I slid in beside him, running my
palm from his knee to his upper thigh. “Hi,” I said again. “Having fun?
”
He gave me a look that would have melted the face off a lesser opponent,
and I grinned, leaning to kiss his neck and whispering, “I can’t wait for
you to come in my mouth later.”
He coughed, practically dropping his vodka gimlet onto the tabletop, and
earning a few curious looks from Will and Max across the table.
“You okay over there, Bennett?” Will asked, knowing grin in place. Had
Bennett told the men about his newly donned chastity belt? I hoped he had;
no one would be happier to help me in my plan to derail Bennett’s
determination than Will and Max.
“Just went down the wrong pipe,” Bennett explained.
“He’s usually much better when he’s aiming it down mine,” I said in a
stage whisper, and both Will and Max burst into laughter across the table.