Love UnExpected (Love's Improbable Possibility) (12 page)

“What?” I asked almost at the same time as she shouted, “Over…at our table!”

Without thought
, I turned to see what she was referring to.

I
glanced over towards our table to find Azmir bent over exchanging words with to Michelle. My body froze in place and I could no longer hear anything but the beat of my heart as blood rushed through my veins quickening my pulse. How crazy was it that he was at this place tonight!

Azmir’s presence was always commanding no matter where he went. His tall lean frame stuck out over all of his entourage. Before I knew it
, Michelle had pointed him toward my direction. My first instinct was to make an volte-face to the bar, but it was too late. He had seen me. I couldn’t help it, I completely turned my body around back to the bar.

Of course, in true
April fashion, her blue orbs and attention stayed fastened across the room. She used her straw to twirl in her glass while she lusted over Azmir.

She even had the nerve to go as far as to say, “Mmmm…mmm…mmm! If you don’t want that man, Rayna, I got something for that ass. I knew I should have snatched his ass up before you started fucking him.” She continued after a short pause with, “Who am I fooling? I could give a rat’s ass that you’ve fucked him. I’ll take him anyway.”

Her neck twirled swinging her silky bleach blonde hair with perfect golden highlights, her pointed nose protruded and narrow lips pouted salaciously. If she and Michelle were not distant relatives I would have strangled her ass years ago.

I wouldn’t even dignify her comment with a response. Though, I must admit I was surprised that she would be so bold to even admit that.
April knew that I would break that ass off in a heartbeat. I guess I was too preoccupied with being jarred by Azmir’s unexpected presence to even give light to what she said.

Trying to
steal another glimpse, I did a double-take when I saw the woman standing next to Azmir, taking in the atmosphere as he bent over to talk to Michelle. She was relatively short and wore black leggings and a black halter-top as she gripped a martini glass. Was he really going out with someone else that quickly? That thought killed my buzz. My initial thought was to leave. I thought it would be too weird to stay there knowing that Azmir and I were in such a strange place. I mean, I’d practically shut him out of my life for weeks.

Now, I really needed a drink. After a few seconds of deliberating
, I decided to stay and play. If he could easily move on with someone else, so could I.
Alone
.

A half hour later found me on the dance flo
or again with my gay, neon-pink-haired dance partner. I shimmied with my drink in my hand. He motioned to me saying he had to leave. I waved goodbye while still getting down when I noticed my martini was done. It was a bold move on my part but when I saw the broad Azmir brought whispering in his ear while they eyed the dance floor from a distance, I decided to go for my third drink and find a new partner. This time one of the heterosexual nature.

That didn’t take long because immediately after leaving the bar
, a short and bulky dark haired guy tapped me on the arm gesturing he wanted to dance.
Perfect!
I obliged and we strolled into the crowd and created a space to bust a few moves.

I could see Azmir from where I was
dancing. He kept looking at me with no break in his gaze. I took a sip of my drink seductively and moved closer to dude who was all into it. I don’t know where the nerve came from, but I decided to start ticking. Ticking is when you methodically switch your hips in conjunction with your arms and/or shoulders to the beat of the bass. The best tickers incorporate seductive gestures with the movements to enhance the performance. I knew my behavior was borderline chicken-head but simply didn’t give a damn. I did that for a few seconds before switching up moves. When I turned my back to him, he came closer to grind on me. I didn’t particularly care for that but couldn’t resist him because I was on a mission to put on a show. While into my groove, the dark haired dude kissed my bare shoulder. I couldn’t stand for that so I scooted up so that he was no longer touching me.

He whispered in my ear, “Where
are you going, Miss?” as if that would turn me on. I turned to face him and began to shake my head
no
in a polite manner and with a smile while still dancing. 

Before I knew it, I felt someone tapping my shoulder and turned to see Azmir’s tall and lean frame.

I don’t know why but I tried, “Excuse me?” over the loud music as if he could hear me.

He began pulling me by the hand. I
yanked back to let him know that I was not going with him. It happened so quickly that I lost the grip on my drink and the glass fell.

It wasn’t long before the dark haired
guy I was dancing with noticed the commotion and yelled, “Hold up, man! What the fuck are you doing?” so loud that Azmir was able to hear him.

The last time
I’d seen Azmir seething and ready to attack like this we were in Puerto Vallarta. It was terrifying to see him near that point again.

“What?” Azmir howled as he turned around with frightening fury in his eyes and started walking towards him.

At that same time I noticed two big burly men were coming our way. I knew right away they were Azmir’s security team and I began to get nervous. Azmir got close to the guy with his hand still gripped to my wrist and bellowed, “Fuck you say?”

“I said
—” was all he got out before Azmir hauled off and punched the shit out of him.

He didn’t have any win, poor guy never saw it coming. He fell to the floor unconscious. I saw two other guys rushing in our direction. I
assumed they were friends of my dearly departed dance partner, they didn’t look very happy. I couldn’t believe I was caught in the middle of these super charged men.

One of the guy, who was laid out on the floor, friends went to throw a punch at Azmir that was effortlessly caught mid-air by one of Azmir’s security team.
The interception was so seamless that it appeared choreographed, only I knew it wasn’t. My dance partner was out like a light. Azmir continued to whisk me off the floor. I had no idea where he planned to take me, but knew he had no right.

“Wait, Azmir! You have some fucking nerve to bum-rush me like this! Where is your girlfriend that you
brought here?” I protested while being pulled behind him.

He never responded. He just kept his stride toward the back of the club. I was now perplexed.
Where in the hell are we going?
We moved so fast that my body flapped against the speed. It didn’t help that I was drunk off  my ass.

I noticed another big brawny
figure screaming at the crowd to move out of the way. He flew past us and cleared a path.

“What the hell, Azmir!” I yelled. As we passed other patrons
, their attention turned to us. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.

Finally, we headed towards a back door. The big guy swung the door open for us and once out Azmir ordered, “I’m good here, Ock. Give me room. Just watch the door.”

I was still asking him what nerve he had trying to manhandle me after bringing a girl to the club that night. He didn’t utter a word. He carried me into the back parking lot behind two large garbage dumpsters before letting me down. Once my feet were on the ground, we stood face to face. My heart raced as I seethed, embarrassed by his outburst, confused at his confrontation, surprised by his presence. He smelled so good in his proximity and memories of good times—extended periods of elation pooled the front of my mind. I didn’t want to think of
happy
underneath the heat of his gaze. I didn’t want to be so close to the very thing that was no good for me.

He was angry.

Sexy.

And here, right here before me.

The craziest thing happened. There was a magnetic shift.

When I looked into his eyes a torrent of emotions, one of which being lust, overcame me. Azmir’s smooth skin glistened
under the moonlight. He wore a black collared shirt that was rolled up at the sleeve with black denim jeans and black designer sneakers.

His beauty was scorched and had suddenly overtaken me. I felt the heat radiating between us, something I’d never experienced with any other man. But then again, this wasn’t just any man. It was Azmir Divine Jacobs, the man who
somehow had stolen my frozen heart from the steely chambers of my dark desolate chest and was trying to thaw it for his benefit.
Or for mine?

As I gazed
at the well-trimmed goatee on his jaws and chin I also took note of the scowl he wore.
Is he jealous? Is this his reaction to me dancing with a random man?
We were doing a stare down.

I lost.

His grimace was searing. Without words, he told me I had crossed the line.
But how?
We were no longer together.
But his scent is provokingly familiar and his scowl deliciously tantalizing.

Then another weird thing happened.

We kissed.

I don’t know who went first but I knew it was something that we both wanted. Our embrace was wild. Hard. Possessive. Feral. We were like possessed animals. The kiss was so
jagged and fast. I never thought I’d participate in or even like this rough embrace but to my surprise, I loved it! I pulled him down into me to deepen the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck as I took his body down into mine. He lifted me from my thighs and saddled me onto his waist. He began sucking on my lips and licking my chin, madly. When the sucking traveled down to my neck, I lost it.

“Come on
,” I demanded with little breath to spare.

He knew what I was saying. I wanted Azmir right then and there. My body ached for him and I could give a damn about where we were or who was watching. I needed him inside of me.

With me clasped onto his upper torso, he began unleashing his wanting cock from his pants. He wasn’t moving fast enough for me. I licked his left ear before going to his right. I could tell he enjoyed it. I could hear the long and hard coursed breathing he tried to manage.  He shifted my thong to the left as he searched for my canal.

Finally!

He was entering me. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or my body simply missed his touch
, but he just glided inside of me with little effort. This has never happened with Azmir. I was so wet as he gripped my cheeks and began pounding me. I clawed to him tightly, focusing on my walls welcoming him in. After just a few thrusts, I was ready to join him and I began to forcefully grind. He felt so good. I felt so enlivened, so awakened as he held me like a feather.

The more my body yielded to him the higher I ascended. I positioned myself so that my upper body was arm-length to his. I just held on to his shoulders as I threw my sex to him. Our force was so hard and he was so deep. The moment was so impassioned and organic that we communicated our frustrations with our bodies and not our mouths. We both felt anger, desire, longing
—and the desperate need to release it all.

What I
suddenly realized was that Azmir was marking his territory with this act. He felt threatened and needed to make it known that I’d belonged to him as if I was property. I, un-regrettably, didn’t mind.

He pounded and heaved, pushed and pulled. It didn’t take long at all for me to feel that quickening in my belly, and I clenched my vaginal walls to milk him just
as my orgasm started to build. And violently I came, helplessly witnessing my body shudder uncontrollably sending my jerking spine to and fro ferociously. I buried my face in his shirt to stifle my yelps of pleasure. Just before I was done he did the same by concealing his groans in my neck, pulling me forcefully into his hard chest, involuntarily letting out a snivel.

When our jolts slowed
, we maintained our firm hold, further communicating in silence. I felt the zapping of energies between us. We were starved of each other, robbed of one another for weeks.
Inopportunely in love was I
.

He eventually let me down. My legs felt hobble. He must have picked up on it because
as he fixed his clothes he gave me a look of concern, one that I tried desperately to ignore. It was cold of me to do but I wasn’t quite ready. I took a minute to collect myself before attempting my amble back. I led the walk of shame to the club with Azmir just a few steps behind me.

Once inside
, I noticed Michelle talking to one of Azmir’s handlers, more than likely inquiring of our whereabouts. After that episode I’m sure she was afraid out of her mind. I walked up to her and grabbed my jacket from her hand, “Come on. Let’s go,” I murmured.

She didn’t exactly look relieved, more like a fuming mother with her errant cub. She wanted answers. The other girls stood next to
her, all wearing quizzical expressions just the same.

“What in the hell was that? Where were you for over
twenty minutes? The cops and ambulance were here and I had no idea if you were one of those who left on the stretcher!” she howled, alternating her focus between me and behind me at Azmir, inviting him to answer.