Leo's Chance(50)

She furrows her brow and looks at me suspiciously for a minute, but then looks around and when she looks back at me, she says, "Fine. I want to meet in person though – I’ll call you after my meeting. Make sure you answer, Jake."

And with that she turns and walks out the door of the club. I let out a breath and turn to look toward the restroom again, but still no sign of Evie.

I walk over to the bouncer and ask him if there’s a line outside. He says yes which makes me feel better. If Lauren tries to come back in before we leave, she’ll have to wait.

When I look up, Evie has almost made it all the way to where I’m standing. Shit, I didn’t see her come out. I smile, hoping it doesn’t look forced and take her hand.

"Ready?" I ask.

"Who were you talking to?" she asks, frowning.

Damn, she saw me with Lauren. More lies. I f*cking hate this. I feel a depression sweep over me.

"Just some woman who was drunk, making a scene. The bouncers called her a cab and I just lead her to the door. Hold on, let me get a glass of water for you at the bar before we leave," I say, trying to distract her.

"I'm okay," she says. "You looked mad."

"Not really. She was just being kind of belligerent. She tried to make a pass. I said no. That was that." I don’t know what she saw so I’m covering all the bases.

I tell her to trust me on the water and lead her over to the bar. I watch her drink it, trying to calm my frayed nerves. This night just went to shit.

She puts the glass down on the bar, smiling at me flirtily and saying, "Take me home. Before I have to beat more women off of you."

I laugh, hoping it doesn’t look forced. Inwardly, I cringe.

We pull into my garage fifteen minutes later. In those few short minutes, Evie has managed to relax me a little as she chats and reminisces about our night and just seems so enthusiastic and happy.

I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. I feel all keyed up, an intensity running through my body that I don’t know is good or bad, or maybe both. I’m on a high from making Evie happy tonight, from the intense feelings of holding her body against mine for hours, from the music, but I’m also ready to burst out of my own skin at the rage I feel that Lauren won’t leave me the f*ck alone, at the guilt for lying to Evie. The lies are building up and it’s getting worse and worse. It’s all swirling inside of me and I don’t know what to do with it. In the past, it was all negative and I would seek to numb it with a substance, but now there’s that river of joy running through it all, muddling up my mind. I feel gentle and aggressive and so f*cking confused.

I turn off the car and pull Evie to me, and take her face in my hands, pouring all my emotions into kissing her. We kiss fervently in the car for a few minutes before she climbs on top of me and f*ck! This show needs to head upstairs now so I can f*ck her properly.

I’m about to suggest just this when the sound of fabric tearing fills the car. What the hell? She leans off of me and the seam at my crotch is torn straight down the middle. Well, that’s interesting.

"Oh my God," she breathes, "your boy part is like the Incredible Hulk."

Boy part? "Boy part?"

She nods, her eyes wide. "Is he angry?"

I’m trying really hard not to laugh. "Not yet. But if you keep referring to him as a 'boy part,' he could get there. He's all man. You don't want to see him get angry."

"Oh, I definitely want to see him get angry."

I can’t help it then. I laugh out loud. "Come on, let's get you upstairs."

Evie walks in front of me to hide my gaping pants as we walk past Joe, the front deskman. I’ll deal with him later regarding Lauren. Thinking of the whole situation tonight sends a bolt of possessiveness through me – my first priority is protecting Evie. Lauren will not mess this up. No. Fucking. Way.

We walk into my condo, stumbling against the wall, still laughing about my pants. I press her up against the wall and the testosterone starts pumping through my veins. My desire for her notches up several levels and the blood rushes downward. She’s so f*cking beautiful. I stare down at her and her face becomes serious as she stares back. "Jake, I've never really been silly a lot in my life and so I want to thank you for that. I know that sounds kind of crazy and maybe even a little dumb, but, really, it's a big deal to me so, honestly, thank you for tonight."

That’s the best thing she could have said to me because that was the whole point. "I look forward to lots more silly moments with you, beautiful," I say back, smiling.

I press her harder into the wall and lower my mouth to hers. We kiss for long minutes, our tongues wrestling, licking and sucking at each other’s lips. She tastes like Evie and chardonnay. I groan at the mixture, loving it, feeling like the residual alcohol on her breath is making me drunk, but I know that in reality, it’s just her who intoxicates me. With the arousal, the feelings I had running through me in the car surge forward, and my body reacts, my tongue plundering, my hips rolling against her as she moans and whimpers, completely undoing me. I feel out of control, dizzy with desire, more aggressive than I’ve felt so far, a need to lose myself in her and claim her completely at the same time.

I lift her off her feet so that she’s forced to wrap her legs around me and I press her more firmly against the wall. She reaches her hand down into my pants and strokes me, sending me reeling off the edge of sanity. All I can think of is pounding into her. I’ve completely lost control and I don’t care. I relish it.