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Damon works the crowd with his sexy voice and banter. Catcalls and whistles sweep across the crowd. The music begins and Damon looks at us and says, “This one’s for the ladies,” and points to our table. The entire bar turns and looks at us. Instead of being mortified, our drunk selves scream and jump up and down, like Jon Bon Jovi just dedicated a song to us.
Aiden takes center stage and “Get Lucky” by Daft Punk fills the air. The crowd goes wild. Aiden’s sexy, deep voice sings to me the entire length of the song. He has a devilish smile every time he sings about getting lucky. My body is on fire, watching him on stage. He’s wearing dark jeans and a white, button-up shirt, rolled up, showing off his strong forearms.
When the song ends, the guys make their way back to our table. Women are throwing themselves at them left and right. Aiden’s eyes never waver from mine. Instead of waiting for him to get to me, I run and jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around him. I bite his lower lip. “You are so fucking hot,” I mumble into his mouth, devouring his lips. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. Our kiss doesn’t last long enough. He pulls away, walking over to my stool and placing me down. I pout, sticking out my lower lip.
“You, sweetheart, are drunk.” He chuckles as he pokes me in the nose.
“Well, that is all your fault!” I reply, poking him in the chest. One touch sends sparks through me. I twist his shirt in my fist, pulling him over to me. “I’m not done with you.” I kiss him again. He doesn’t pull away this time. Instead, he takes control of the kiss. His hands wrap in my hair, pulling it back, giving him easier access to my lips. I moan into his mouth.
“You two need to get a room.” Harper interrupts our heated kiss. As we pull apart, Aiden squeezes my thighs.
“I will never be done with you,” he growls in my ear then grabs his drink from the table behind me. When he drains his drink, he tells me he’ll be right back. Something about hitting the head. When I lick my lips, a low growl erupts. “Woman,” his raspy voice warns as he turns around to walk away.
“Golden vagina,” Harper squeaks out. I look at her and we both giggle. I look around for Sydney but don’t see her.
“Where’s Sydney?” I ask Harper while she’s wiping tears from her eyes.
“I think she’s getting a taste of the gorgeous FBI man,” she says, using air quotes.
What? “Holy shit, where did she go?” I look around. Harper just shrugs.
Aiden walks back up. “You’re back awfully quick,” I say, still looking around for Syd.
“Yeah, some asshole locked the bathroom so there’s a line. Seriously, get a room,” he barks. My eyes go wide. Oh, my God! Aiden furrows his brows then looks around. He must notice that Damon and Sydney are nowhere in sight. I roll my eyes, shaking my head. Aiden busts out laughing. “I guess I know who the asshole is.”
Half an hour later we’re all walking out of the bar. I didn’t say anything to Syd when she made it back to the table. But I will. Since we’re all drunk, the guys won’t let us go home alone. Dave goes with Harper in a taxi, making sure she gets home. Syd and Damon go in one taxi, and Aiden and I go in another heading to my apartment. Our taxi arrives first. I’ve had a really hard time keeping my hands to myself in the car. Aiden gets out and pulls me into his chest, kissing me on the head.
“Aren’t you coming in?” I ask suggestively.
Damon and Syd’s taxi pulls up. Damon walks past us, carrying a passed-out Syd. “She sleeping in the guest room?” he asks. I nod my head.
Aiden narrows his eyes. “How the fuck does he know where your apartment is, let alone where the rooms are inside?”
I giggle. “I like jealous Aiden.” I run my hand across his stubbled jawline. He raises a curious eyebrow when I don’t answer. “I’ve had a few small parties here, and he’s come over. I promise you, it’s never been anything but friendship,” I try to explain without slurring.
“Good,” he replies, leaning me against a wall right outside the door to my building. “And no, I’m not coming in.” I stick my lower lip out, and he bites it then sucks on it before kissing me. His tongue slowly caresses mine. The door beside us swings open forcefully, causing me to jump. We both look over to a brooding Damon. He walks down the street. His posture is stiff as he stalks away. My curious eyes meet Aiden’s. He shrugs.
“I thought you wanted to get lucky?” I whisper, brushing up against him, taking my hand and rubbing the outline of his erection. He lets out an audible gasp. He grabs my hands and puts them behind my back, pinning me against the wall.
“You mean do I want to taste you? Sink my cock in your hot pussy so I can hear you scream my name?” he growls in my ear as he thrusts his hips forward. “Every fucking second of every day since I’ve met you, sweetheart.” He bites my earlobe. I moan. My breathing is erratic. I can feel the heat between my legs as he rubs his thigh over my sensitive clit. “But I. Want. More,” his raspy voice grates out between his teeth. I close my eyes momentarily as I exhale shakily.
“What if I can’t give you more?” I say softly.
“Oh, you can. And I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes.”
“It’s complicated, Aiden.” I sigh.
“Then un-complicate it.” Freeing my hands, he cups my neck. Lightly brushing his thumb on my bottom lip. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” He leans over and tenderly kisses me. Stepping back, he opens the door for me.
“I guess it’s just me and my trusty bullet tonight,” I mumble as I walk off. I don’t know if he heard me, but at this point I don’t care. Feeling the sting of his rejection, I’m comforted knowing that he has a serious case of blue balls right now. Serves him right for getting me drunk, singing to me about getting lucky, and then denying me.
Chapter Thirty-nine
IT’S SUNDAY MORNING and Syd and I feel good considering we spent most of our day yesterday with a major hangover. It’s been a long time since I was that drunk. Now I know why. It sucks the next day. We both piece together our night like a puzzle because there are some fuzzy spots. I close my eyes in embarrassment over the alcohol controlling my actions and laying claim to Aiden in front of everyone.
I flop on the couch next to Sydney, laying my head on her shoulder. “Why did I fall in the love with the one guy I shouldn’t have.” I let out a soft sigh.
“Girl, I’ve seen that man look at you. I don’t think he’ll care.” She leans her head on mine. “I think you should just tell him. Travis is only your sperm donor. You have nothing to do with him. Didn’t even know about him until just a year ago,” she explains, like it’s something I don’t know. Yeah, I know all right. It replays in my head like a broken record all day.
