Sebring (Unfinished Heroes #5)(17)

He pressed me to the wall and powered faster, harder, pummeling me as I gasped quietly through my climax and his thrusts until I felt his tongue touch my neck, his hard body go completely still and I heard his deep sigh.

We didn’t move, either of us, not for long glorious moments where I did something for reasons I did not understand. I did something I never, not ever, not ever allowed myself to do. For reasons I could not fathom, I did something I knew it was pure insanity, pure torment to do.

I believed.

For one magnificent second, connected to Nick Sebring, I believed.

I believed in a better world.

I believed I could feel complete.

I believed I could have someone by my side.

I believed I could feel safe.

I believed I could be happy.

I believed I could be loved.

I believed in a dawn coming where I would open my eyes and have all of this only for it to lead to another day dawning where I’d have it and then another day…

And another…

And another…

And another…

Until I no longer existed on this world.

Thus I made an uncontrollable noise of loss when Sebring lifted me away from him and our connection vanished.

The moment was over too quickly.

Way too f*cking quickly.

As always.

I dropped my legs.

He put me to my feet and stepped back.

Lifting my eyes to his, mine I knew shuttered, his equally blank, I shimmied down my skirt.

He did his fly.

It was me who looked away in order to walk to my panties. I bent as ladylike and dignified as I could to nab them before I shimmied them up as best I could. I smoothed my skirt over them when I was done and walked to my seat. I took the last sip of my drink in a way I hoped appeared casual before I grabbed my phone, shoving it in my purse.

I tucked my purse under my arm, turned and moved back Sebring’s way.

I again caught his gaze as I walked to him standing where I’d left him but turned to watch me, shoulders against the wall, arms crossed on his wide chest.

I dipped my chin as I walked past him and began to make my way up the rises, thinking now I’d lost the club. The only thing that was mine. Like Tommy, being foolish, thinking I could have something I wanted and going for it, I’d lost the only thing that was truly mine.

I could never come back.

Not because I’d broken the rules. Sebring would have to complain and I had a feeling he would not be doing that.

But because I’d made a huge mistake f*cking a man who existed in my world. A man who had the power and resources to hurt me if he so wished. A man my father could hurt if the whim struck him.

And it would.

This I knew with absolute certainty I could not have. I could not do. I’d learned that.

I’d learned it.

“I want more of that.”

It was the pleasantly deep voice which was far more pleasant now due to being roughened by sex.

He wanted more.

Of me.

My heart turned over, my stomach flip-flopped and for another nanosecond, I believed.

I turned to him, my mouth opening to tell him that would never happen.

It was a grave mistake.

The instant I caught sight of him, I froze.

He was tall.

His eyes were the color of the ocean.

And he made me believe that I could want something, take it and have it.

Own it.

Keep it.

Something precious would be mine.

Even if that belief only lasted seconds, I’d waited all my life to feel that feeling.

To really, really believe.

My feet took me to him.

I stopped a foot away.

I bent my head and opened my clutch, shoving my fingers into the side pocket until I found it.

I pulled out the pen and reached for his hand.

And like a girl at a club who had hopes for everything from getting thoroughly banged to having just met the father of her future children, I wrote my cell phone number on his palm.

When done, without a word, I walked out of the room, pulled out my phone and texted Harry so he could reverse fifty feet in the alley and take me home.





Chapter Four


Cool Customer

Nick



Nick walked down the stairs to find the girl waiting at the bottom, her eyes slits, her arms crossed on her chest, her fury unhidden.

When he got close, she leaned in and hissed, “You f*cked her.”

The bitch didn’t turn off the cameras.

She’d watched.

Aggravating.

Without hesitation, he grabbed her upper arm and dragged her with him toward the back room.

The security guy came out of the vestibule as did the coat-check guy.

“Move another step, you’re both looking for a job,” he warned.

They stopped, as they would, considering six months ago, the Sebring brothers had secretly purchased the club. To keep it on the down low, both were silent partners. The old owners still ran it with the only change being that they didn’t pay Benito Valenzuela protection money. Knight and Nick were perfectly capable of protecting the club.

Valenzuela backed off without a fight considering he had recently drawn Knight’s attention and not in a good way. He was smart enough, in his current war with Chaos and the moves Georgia Shade was making, not to court a new enemy.