Fall From Grace(97)

He carried me through the crowds who were yelling for more and booing Blake for hauling me off the stage.

“Put me down!” I snapped.

“I haven’t seen you in lifetimes, and you would rather sing for a room full of sweaty strangers?” My heart thudded to a stop.  His features were taut and set, and then after a few seconds, he nodded his head and a smile radiated on his lips.

He walked me to the table, picked up his coat, and left Ethan’s, the one I wore there, on the back of the chair.  He nodded to Tucker who was sitting down talking with a pretty redhead.  “I’m taking her back to the house.  See you tomorrow!”

Tucker’s jaw hit the table as Blake put his coat on me.

Blake took a full shot glass that was sitting in front of Tucker and gulped it down, and then he drank the redhead’s, who wore a disgusted look on her face.  I just laughed. His eyes watched me, sheer naughtiness danced in them when he heard my laughter.  He took hold of my hand and ran with me through the bar, right out the front door.

Giant snowflakes still fell in heavy white sheets making an eerie silence surround us.  He swept my feet out from underneath me and sat me on the snowmobile.  He leaned over me and covered my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue in almost painfully.

He ripped his mouth from mine and smiled a slow sexy smile down at me.  “Selah,” he called me, making my heart pound hard against my chest.  My name.

He straddled the snowmobile and offering me a sly smile, gunned the vehicle until we were practically airborne.  We catapulted across the great white expanse and glided into the front area of Tucker’s porch, almost colliding with the steps.

Blake jumped off his seat and helped me off and into the cold knee-deep snow.  He kissed me again and tugged me up the stairs, unlocking the front door with his lips still attached to mine.

Shane’s brooding dark expression was the first thing I saw when I stumbled in.  He sat next to his friend from the bar on the couch, elbows resting on his legs and his hands dangled between them.  He glowered at Blake and jumped to his feet.

Blake laughed as his eyes darted from Shane to me.  “Crap, I thought we’d have the house to ourselves,” he sneered.

Shane stormed over and stepped between us.  “I want you to come with me, Grace.”

I baulked at him.  “Are you serious, right now?  What am I supposed to join you and your friend over there?”

Shane leaned in closer, “Don’t do this.”

Blake pulled me by the hand and nodded to Shane, “Take a step back, Shane, this has nothing to do with you.  You have a pretty girl over there,” he said, pointing to the girl quietly sitting on the couch.

Shane touched his hand to my elbow and I froze to the spot, pretty much damn near shocked at how he was acting.  Even more so, I was shocked about how the simple little touch of his hand on my elbow reverberated throughout my body, like Blake the one who I’ve searched for, for lifetimes, wasn’t standing in front of me.

His blue eyes blazed into mine; probably waiting for me to just up and leave with him.  Ha!  Like that was going to happen.

Blake stepped closer to Shane, moving me forcefully behind him.  “Back the f*ck up, Shane, she’s with me,” he growled.  My mouth went dry and my heart thrashed against my rib cage.  I hated Shane at that moment. He was the only thing keeping me from what I’d waited for.

Shane stepped even closer to Blake, starring him right in the eyes.  “Let her decide,” he snapped back.  He leaned past Blake and grabbed me by both wrists.  His beautiful eyes so intense, so real.  “Come with me.”  I knew at that very moment that I should run. I should bolt into Blake’s arms and leave, and never come back, but I couldn’t.