Captivated by Your Love (The Blue Heart Series Book 2) (13 page)

“Maybe what?” He looked me deep in the eyes, searching for answers.

“Well…” I bit my bottom lip. “I guess I’m a little jealous is all. I don’t want to think about you with anyone else. Not now, not before, not ever. I like knowing you are mine and only mine.” There I said it. It wasn’t that hard.

He smiled at me, a huge gleaming pearly white smile. “Does this mean you’re mine as well?”

I looked down and then back up to him. “Oh what the hell. Yes.” Upon the word yes, he crashed his mouth to mine and gave me the sweetest, most passionate kiss.

“Okay you two, get a room.” I looked up to see Damien standing behind us, arms crossed over his chest with a twinkle in his eyes. Apparently he was fond of us being together as well.

“Hey, bro, what’s up?” Justice said to him and they did the one arm hug. He still hadn’t given his sister a hug.

“Hey, where is my hug, ass,” Destiny said, getting off the chair and throwing herself around him. They were all so good to one another. I loved their unity. They were such a tight knit group.

“Love you, little sis. I didn’t mean to leave you out,” Justice told her, and then kissed her and tapped her on the nose. It was a sweet gesture.

“Right, sometimes I feel like it’s a men’s club in our family. I feel so outnumbered.” I could totally see what Destiny was saying. I thought that in her shoes I might feel the same way.

“You know we love you, Destiny,” Damien said.

“I love you too, girlfriend. You have me now so no need to feel left out. I plan on sticking around.” Did those words just come out of my mouth?

Justice, Destiny, and Damien all stopped and looked at me. I gave them a shy smile. “What?”

Justice’s lips turned into another glowing smile. “You plan on sticking around, huh?”

“Yeah is that a problem, Just? I mean, if you don’t want me to we can call it quits and I can leave now.” I started sliding off my chair and grabbed my purse.

“No, it just makes me really happy. So get your ass back on that chair before I put you there.”

“Damn, mister bossy. I was just sayin’…” He cracked me up sometimes.

“Damien, is Syd home with the baby tonight?” I asked him. I missed my girl; normally she was my partner in crime.

“Yes, Lucy was running a slight fever so she didn’t want to leave her.” His eyebrows narrowed and he frowned, looking overly concerned.

“Is she okay?” I knew babies ran fevers for various reasons. Sometimes they would have a fever out of the blue and be fine the next day.

“Yeah, I think she has a little cold.” He ran a hand through his hair. Papa Bear was concerned about his baby. He was such an amazing father.

“Damien, where is Sebastian tonight?” Shaina turned around in her chair and addressed him.

“He’s backstage. He wasn’t feeling the big crowd tonight so he is just chillin’ with the rest of the guys.” He gave a partial smile. Everyone knew how Shaina felt about Sebastian. I felt badly for her because he would never give her the chance that she so deserved.

I heard her humph and then she turned around and started talking to Mags, her co-worker a total slutbag from the salon. I didn’t mean to be mean but she had practically done all the guys with the exception of Justice. I knew she had her sights set on him and I was sticking in my claws tonight to make sure she knew that he wasn’t available.

I felt badly for Shaina though. She deserved to be happy as well and that is all she truly wanted. Sydney had told me that from the moment she met Sebastian that she was completely smitten. She was outgoing and he was shy so they would be an ideal blend. I thought they would be perfect together and so did everyone else, if Sebastian would just get his head out of his ass. I needed to have a talk with that boy.

Our drinks arrived and the waitress served Justice first and then gave me mine with a not so pleasant look. “Thank you,” I told her. I didn’t even bother to smile.

“Guys, I’m gonna head backstage. We should be on in a few,” Damien said to us and then turned and headed back the way he came. I couldn’t wait to hear them play.

“Oh there you are. I’ve been waiting to talk to you all night, handsome.” My jaw practically hit the table it fell so hard. What the fuck was up with Mags waltzing over and throwing herself into Justice’s arms?

“Oh hi, Mags,” he said to her, then kindly removed her arms from him. Thank goodness he knew better than to let her traipse all over him. I was livid though. Why would she do that when it was clear we had come together; didn’t she know he was mine?

“Bee, oh my God, girl, what are you wearing.” I looked down at my outfit. She said it with such distaste that I had to check myself out again. There was nothing wrong with my outfit.

“I’m wearing clothes, Mags, and I happen to like them,” I told her, then turned around and took a huge gulp of my cocktail. I needed to be liquored up after all the shit that I’d gone through tonight.

“I think she looks smokin’. What’s your fucking problem, Mags?” Justice said to her in a bit of an irritable tone. Check one for Bee. Damn straight I looked smokin’.

“Sorry, I just wouldn’t wear a t-shirt out to this kind of bar.” She sneered at me. I didn’t know what her fucking problem was. She and I had always gotten along. Granted we weren’t the best of friends, but we did alright.

“Big boy, are you going to save a dance for me tonight?” she asked Justice, and this time I could feel my face began to flush and my ears get hot; I was getting beyond pissed at this point.

I turned to her because I had had enough of her bullshit. “No, Mags, as a matter of fact he will only be dancing with me tonight.”

She looked at Justice like I didn’t just tell her the way it was going to be. “Sorry, not gonna happen,” he told Mags.

The music started up so she went and grabbed some poor guy I didn’t know that was sitting further down the table and dragged him to the dance floor. Thank goodness Justice backed me up and we had gotten rid of her.

Shaina turned to me. “Let’s go dance.” She grabbed my hand and before I could protest my feet were already carrying me to the dance floor. It was a fast beat, an older song that I didn’t recognize but Sebastian was hitting every note and Damien was rocking the guitar. I still had to wonder about mister mystery. It was so bizarre that Sebastian sang with his back to the audience a lot. Shaina was mesmerized by him. We started moving to the beat and she didn’t take her eyes from him.

I was shaking my ass to the music, having a really good time, when I felt hands wrap around my waist. They were big hulking hands so I knew it was Justice. He settled in behind me, grinding his hard cock against my butt and I eased into him. I looked over my shoulder to give him a wink and throw my hand around his neck when I noticed that it wasn’t Justice but some random guy I had never seen before. I quickly untangled myself from the unknown guy and pushed him away.

“Get off of me, asshole,” I told him. But I didn’t need to say anything else because Justice was right there. He looked pissed, like really mad. If the music wasn’t so loud I was sure I would have heard him growl. He was pumping his fist and I feared he might rear back and knock the guy out.

“I think the lady told you to step back.” The guy was still in my space but seeing Justice and his strong presence ready to fight had the guy walking away shaking his head.

“Sorry, dude,” he threw over his shoulder and then left us. I looked to Justice he stared back at me, then grabbed me by the hand and started dragging me off of the dance floor. He was in a hurry so I had to walk carefully not to fall on my face and to keep up with him. We swung by the table and he grabbed my purse and threw down a fifty dollar bill. Our drinks were far less than fifty but whatever. I guess his old flame was going to make a mint off of us tonight.

“Justice, this is crazy.” He proceeded to march me toward the door. “Where the hell are we going? The guy didn’t mean it and I was having a good time.” I was having fun despite all the drama we had encountered thus far.

“We’re going to get married,” he told me and then kept on pulling me towards the exit.

I rooted my feet to the ground. “We’re what?”

“Um, Justice, clearly I didn’t hear you right?” I asked it as more of a question because I was confused as hell. I thought he just told me we were getting married. I couldn’t have heard him right, that would be the craziest thing he has done and said and he has been a lot of crazy. He had another thing coming if he thought he was going to marry me.

Standing still because I was rooted to the ground in wonder, he turned to me and replied, “I said we’re getting married.”

“Have you lost your mind?” I was in complete shock. “Did you fall down and hit your head? I’m so not marrying you right now.” He had to have hit his head on something. This guy.

“No, I didn’t fall down and hit my head and yes, we are getting married. Now come on. I can’t wait any longer.” He started pulling me again. He was so big that I had no choice to move with him as he tugged on my hand.

He had clearly lost his mind. We exited the bar and got out to the curb where the taxi stand was. He brought me to the line. “Justice, there is no way in hell this is happening!” I shouted at him and people stopped to look at us.

“Yes it is,” he said adamantly.

“No, it’s not.” How could I possibly marry him, we were barely even dating at this point? We had just gotten together. I couldn’t tell you the thought didn’t thrill me a little bit to be legally tied to him, but this was just too soon. How could I? But how could I not? I was just as crazy about him as he was me.

He turned to me and placed a hand on my cheek caressing it tenderly, and then stared at me with his deep penetrating beautiful blue eyes. At that moment I was completely mesmerized, as he had never looked at me so deeply before. “Baby, I want to be tied to you in every way possible. I want to know that you are legally mine.” He got down on his knee and took my hands, his gaze burning into mine. “Will you do me the extreme honor of marrying me?”

I just looked at him. I didn’t know what the hell to say to him. “Justice.” That was about all I could come up with at the moment. His proposal had melted my heart a little and although a part of me wanted to say yes, I just knew I couldn’t. Did it feel right? Hell yeah it felt right. But seriously.

I looked down at him. “I can’t.” His face went from looking hopeful and determined to looking a bit crestfallen.

“But, babe, you are mine.”

“There is that word again. Mine.” I held his eyes for a moment but I was a mix of emotions, my face and ears were starting to get hot, but in the same breath I was touched. It was a myriad of emotions that I couldn’t get under control. I looked away and took a deep breath. “Why is it that you treat me like a piece of property? I’m my own person. You say mine like I’m your damn possession.” I loved the idea of being his but I felt like he wanted to own me or something.

“It’s because you are mine. I want us to be legal. I want to know that you are the first person and the last person I see and that you are legally obligated to be there.” He was still looking at me deeply. I felt my resolve weakening as my heart began to flutter in my chest.

“Gah!” What the hell was I going to do? “I’m sorry but I think our server, your ex flame, put something in your drink. This is so not happening.” Yes, he had asked my parents if he could marry me, but this seemed so sudden. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I wanted to spend forever with him. I was crazy about him. “It’s just…” I didn’t know what to say to him.

He got up off the ground and started pulling me away from the taxi stand and toward his truck. We walked over to the driver’s side and he opened the door, reached in and grabbed something out of the console. He came back with handcuffs. What in the world? He took my hands in his and then put one cuff around me. I tried grabbing my hand back but it was too late. I loved the idea of playing with his hand cuffs, it was a fantasy of mine, but I didn’t know what his thoughts were at the moment.

“Justice, what the hell? Why did you just cuff me? So help me God you better get out the key and remove this right now!!” He took the other side and cuffed himself. Now we were joined together. Stuck. “Yup, you have lost your mind. I think I need to take you to the hospital and check you into the loony bin.”

“Babe, the sooner that you figure out tonight is happening, the better off we’ll be.” He started to lead me back toward the taxi stand. Good thing we were parked close. I didn’t want everyone to see me dragged across a parking lot. I was sure those who saw us thought we were crazy.

“So not happening.” I began to think about what a life with Justice would be like. It would be filled with lots of fighting for sure, him being bossy, but it would also be amazing. I was completely captivated by him. He knew how to put a smile on my face and easily steal my resolve. But the idea of getting married so soon, I just didn’t know if I could do it. Was it too soon? People got married all of the time at various stages in their lives. Some met one day and got married the next day. When you know you just know. Deep in my heart I knew. He was everything to me, fights and all.

We settled back into the taxi line. He looked down at me. “What kind of ring would you like, beautiful?”

“Um, clearly you haven’t gotten the memo; I don’t need a ring because I’m not marrying you.” He was making me crazy with a capital C.

“I’m thinking a one carat square cut diamond with little diamonds around it.” He took my left finger into his hand. I was cuffed with my right hand. “It would look fucking kick ass on your finger.”

“Why are you talking about rings? You are wasting your time and effort. We’re not getting married. End of story. Now uncuff me.” We approached the front of the taxi line and it was our turn. The attendant opened the door but not before looking at our linked hands and giving us a strange gaze. I climbed in while Justice followed closely behind me. We couldn’t move too far away from one another considering we were joined by our wrists.

“Where am I taking you two tonight?” the cabbie asked. He looked down at the handcuffs and then back up to us with a puzzled look on his face.

“I know this guy is crazy,” I answered his unspoken question.

“Take us to the nearest wedding chapel, please,” Justice answered him.

“Don‘t listen to him. He doesn’t know what he is talking about. Can you please take me to my house?” I rattled off my address to him.

He just looked at us. “You two need to decide where you’re going. The meter is running so take your time.” He pulled the cab forward and parked on the curb. He didn’t care that my boyfriend had lost his mind, he was just concerned with his fair and a hefty tip. Men.

“No, don’t listen to my girlfriend. We need to be taken to the nearest wedding chapel,” Justice replied again.

“Gah!” I took my free hand and brought it to my temple, rubbing gently trying to think this through. Taking a deep cleansing breath I tried to calm myself down. I turned to Justice. “Give me one good reason why I should marry you?”

“Because you are crazy about me. Because I’m crazy about you. Because we have an explosive connection, and we are amazing together, babe. Because you can’t see your life without me. Because…” he said with a hopeful look on his beautifully chiseled face. Just looking at his strong jaw and that delicious beard that I liked to feel between my thighs so much made my body flame. He was right, we were explosive but sometimes we could be like oil and water. We didn’t always mix well together. I cherished days like today when it was just us and we had all the time in the world to enjoy one another’s company. Could I be his wife? I most certainly could. I adored him. Maybe we hadn’t been together physically for long but spiritually I think I knew my heart always belonged to him. We had gotten to be so close since day one of meeting each another. I often thought that when he came over to the house to see Damien that he was secretly coming to see me. It was funny, he seemed to time his visits for whenever I was home. When he got there he didn’t spend all of his time with Damien, I often found myself lost in a conversation with him. We would talk about everything. Yes, maybe not the basic stuff like our jobs but about life, principles and morals. I knew he was a good guy from the start. One of the best.

I took my free hand and brought it to his lips, silencing him. I had heard enough. “I think we’re both plain crazy.” I sat there considering his words.

“Maybe a little.” He winked at me and then gave me a panty-dropping smile. Him and that damn grin got me every time. He was sexy as hell. “Just think of the awesome life we would have together. Grow old with me, make me the happiest man in the world.” Growing old with him sounded so appealing to me. But could I make that commitment tonight? I just didn’t know.

“No!” I shouted at him, and the cabbie turned around.

“Listen, you two clearly have some issues to work out. I’m going to let you both out and you guys find a cab when you are ready. You owe me $10.00 please.” What an asshole. First he tells us to take our time and now he is kicking us out. I was so over this night.

“Sure, give us a minute and we will know where we’re going. I’ll pay double.” Damn, he was being generous with his money tonight. I didn’t think cops made very much money not, that I cared. He could be making far less and it wouldn’t change how I felt about him. He turned to me. “Abbee, give me one good reason why you don’t want to marry me. Just one.”

I had to think about this. I started counting the things off in my head. I adored him. I didn’t want to live my life without him in it. I loved to fight with him. He made me crazy. He was sexy. He had mad skills in the bedroom. “Wait. Wait…” I said to him, and he looked at me in confusion.

“Wait what?” he asked, both his eyebrows upturned.

“I’m trying to think of a reason why I shouldn’t and all I can think about is all the reasons why I should. This is insane.” I raised both hands to run them through my hair and then realized once again that I was cuffed to Justice. “Can you please undo these ridiculous handcuffs, they are driving me batshit crazy. Urgh.”

He looked at me, his eyes wide and a goofy ass grin on his face. “See you can’t think of any reason.” He ignored my request to take off the handcuffs. Damn, he was a stubborn caveman that liked getting his way.

“Yes, of course there is a reason. We haven’t been dating long enough.” There, that was a very valid reason.

“Really, that is the best you can do? How is it possible that I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you then? How is it that I know that you are the one for me? Is there some special time limit that you have to pass when you find that perfect person? Tell me, because I’m damn curious. I knew you were the woman for me the day I met you. I can feel it deep in my bones and right in here.” He brought our joined hands to his heart and placed them over it. I could feel his heart ticking and the air he was sucking into his lungs.

He was right. There wasn’t a time limit on when you knew that you loved someone, you just did. It could take a day, a week, a month, a year a lifetime. But when you know you just know and I knew as well.

“Sir?” I tapped the driver on his shoulder.

He turned to me. “Yes,” he said with exasperation.

“We know where we want to go now.”