The Beginning of Us (233 page)

“It’s okay.”

I barely hear her over the music. But her voice sounds familiar. “Do I know you?” I lean a little closer to her so that the fronts of our bodies are touching.

“Pardon?” She’s looking at me like she’s mesmerized, and she’s breathing heavy. She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth to bite on it, and I can’t help but smirk. She must be just as turned on as I am. I am rock hard right now, and it has nothing to do with the redhead I was about to fuck in the bathroom.

I lean down, placing my face in front of hers. “What are you thinking about?” She hitches in a breath as her eyes drop to my lips. I smile. “I’m pretty sure I was just thinking the same thing.” I place my other hand against the wall, blocking her in. “About how I want lose myself between your legs, as I taste you, until you come on my tongue while you scream my name.” She licks her lips, still not saying a word. I take in a deep breath, letting her smell intoxicate me. “I bet you taste as sweet as you smell,” I whisper.

The music starts to quiet down, and I hear footsteps stumble towards us while she looks at me with hooded eyes. Then someone slaps me on the back.

“Good luck with that, Slade.” I watch her eyes get big, then narrow on me.

Interesting.

“I’ve got to go.” She tries to duck under my arm, but I bring it down on the wall, blocking her in.

“What’s wrong?” I try to get close to her body again, but she bends down and shoots the other direction away from me standing in the hallway.

Well, shit!

I center myself in the middle of the hallway. She will have to pass by me to head back to the bar. She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her tits up a bit more. I take a quick look at them, then back up to her face, hoping she didn’t notice.

“What do you want?’’ Her eyes bore in to mine, every ounce of lust completely gone. Her face is expressionless, but I can feel the tension rolling off of her.

How could I have pissed this woman off? We were just about to leave this place together. Okay, so maybe that is a little presumptuous of me, but still, it’s not like she was pushing me away.

“I’m sorry.”

Wait…did I just apologize?

That’s the second time I’ve apologized to her in a matter of minutes. I never apologize. I take a few steps back from her. Fuck, this woman has me confused.

“For what?” She cocks an eyebrow like she’s daring me to say something, but I have no idea what.

I shrug. “I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “For what you witnessed in the bathroom?’’ I ask, because I’m fishing. “Although, it didn’t seem to bother you earlier. If I recall, you thought it was funny.” She just shrugs her shoulders, so I continue to fish. “Uh, for getting too close to you? I didn’t mean any disrespect.” She shakes her head.

Okay. I’m getting impatient.

“Then what’s wrong? What did I do?” I ask, mimicking her crossing her arms over my chest as I spread my legs a bit further apart.

“What did you do?” she snaps.

Wow
! I take another step back from her.

“You...” She points her hand over to where we were up against the wall. “You...’’ She frowns, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter.” She turns around and starts to walk away out that back exit.

I refuse to apologize for what I said to her. She
was
into it. I guarantee her panties are fucking wet, and she
would
have left with me. But fuck, I can’t let her leave. This woman has got me all tied up in knots. I know I know her from somewhere, but I have never fucked her. I would never be able to forget her, no matter how drunk I was. I don’t know if I should get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness, or push her up against the wall right here and kiss her until she forgets why she’s mad at me.

“Tell me what I did wrong,” I demand, but she keeps walking. “Please.”

What the fuck!
Now I’m begging? This is ridiculous. I make myself stand up a little straighter, even though I feel a little lightheaded.

She stops walking and turns around to look at me, releasing a big sigh. “Slade,” she says slow and sexy.

My body freezes and my cock jerks.
Fuck!
That is all it took. The way she says my name told me everything. My stomach tightens, and I start to shake my head.

“No,” is all I can say as I look at the floor and run my hands through my hair.

“What?”

“Samantha.” This can’t be possible.

She tilts her head to the side. “Yes,” she answers, although I didn’t say her name as a question.

I run a hand through my hair again as I frantically look around the hall for some kind of answer. “It can’t be you. You can’t be her,” I say more to myself than her. How can this beautiful angel be Jax’s ex that he cheated on?

“What are you mumbling about?’’ She takes a step towards me. “Why can’t I be Samantha?’’

I look up at her. “You’re Jax’s girl.” I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I see her eyes grow wider.

“I am
not
Jax’s girl. If you recall, he cheated on me. In your house! You didn’t even have the balls to tell me when you found them in bed together! Or maybe you just didn’t want me to know? Don’t worry, I get it, bros before hoes and all that stuff.” She flicks her hand up in the air.

I take a deep breath, and place my hand in my pockets while rocking back on my heels.
Nervous habit.
“It wasn’t like I was trying to keep it from you. I didn’t know either of you. At the time, when you called, I didn’t know how he even ended up back at my house. I thought maybe you two were broke up. Or maybe he broke up with you and you didn’t want to let go…”

That snapped her head back up to me. And if looks could kill…

Oh shit!

“That’s what you thought?” she asks calmly while taking steps towards me, tilting her head. “When I called you, you thought I was some crazy ex looking for her
ex-boyfriend
?”

I continue to piss her off. I need a filter tonight. I just keep saying things that aren’t coming out right. “That’s not what I meant.’’ I pull my hands out of my pocket and throw them both up in the air. “I didn’t mean you were, you know…desperate?” I shrug. “I don’t know why he would cheat on you. You’re hot and—”

Wrong thing to say…again.

She interrupts me. “Hot?” She laughs, but not you’re funny laugh; more like I’m losing it laugh.
Maybe I am.
“Just forget it. I don’t have time to play this game.” She starts to turn around.

“What game?” My eyes land on that gorgeous ass of hers before she turns back around to face me. Fuck, everything about her seems to be perfect.

“This game.” She waves her hands in the air before they land on her hips. I can’t help the smirk that appears on my face. She looks fucking adorable pissed off. She narrows those bright green eyes at me. “Not everything is about getting your dick wet, Slade.”

What the hell does that mean? What does getting my dick wet have to do with her being hot? Of course I wanted to fuck her before I knew who she was.

Now...

Fuck.

Now I want her so badly I can taste it.

Josh comes out of the bathroom, and puts his arm over my shoulder. “Hey, Sam. You look gorgeous tonight, as always. Slade, from the yelling I could hear in the bathroom, you’re doing about as well as I thought you would.” He laughs to himself as he walks away, shaking his head.

We stand there and stare at each other. No woman has ever gotten my attention like she has. This is the first girl to make me want her just by hearing her voice. The first girl to make me apologize without knowing what for. And the first girl to make me beg, wanting to know what I did wrong.

I find her bitchy attitude sexy and her attempt to avoid her attraction to me, even more arousing.

I let my eyes roam her body unabashed. No reason to hide my arousal towards her. I already told her what I wanted to do to her. Naked images of her moaning keep flashing through my mind. She is gorgeous and fucking sexy as sin in that tight white mini dress and sky high fuck-me heels. I instantly have an image of that dress on my floor, and those tan legs wrapped around my hips, heels on, shaking uncontrollably as she screams my name.

She might look like an angel, but my thoughts of her have been nothing short of sinful.

The bitch look she’s giving me says fucking is the last thing she wants to do with me and I can’t help but smirk. She doesn’t have a clue that she’s my angel, and whether that means she will save me or destroy me...it doesn’t matter. Either way, I am going to go willingly with a smile on my face.

She walks past me to the dance floor without saying another word. She is going to make me work for it. I smile to myself.

Challenge accepted.

Samantha

I walk over the rather small dance floor, find a place to sit down at the bar, and order three shots of tequila. I’m going to need it after my encounter with Slade. I wanted him to kiss me when he was standing in front of me in the hallway. Hell, all I could do was stare into those baby blue eyes while he was talking to me and think of his lips being on mine.

What was I thinking? I didn’t even know who he was. And now that I do, it’s even worse. I’ve never been one to want someone by just looking at them. I’ve always tried to stray away from physical contact when it comes to the opposite sex, but with him, it’s like my body is drawn to him.

What happened to him and Ginger? Where did she end up going? Was he really going to screw her in the bathroom, then sleep with me? Where the hell did he think
we
were going to go? Did he really think I was going to sleep with him?

I feel so dirty. Once he told me what he was thinking, I couldn’t stop imagining it. The way his body would feel above mine. My arms wrapped around those broad shoulders. But then I felt appalled and violated once I found out who he was. I couldn’t hide the shock, even if I had tried. The only defense I had was to put up a wall on my arousal and become a bitch.

What happened between Jax and me wasn’t his fault, but it was the best reason I could come up with. I couldn’t let him see how much his sexiness and use of words, was getting to me. And what was with that line about getting his dick wet? The look on his face said he didn’t understand it either.
Good!

I don’t know what is wrong with me. I have never been the kind of girl to swoon over a guy.

It’s disturbing.

I have heard stories about Slade from girls talking at Larry’s. How he treats women like they are just on earth to serve him sexually. But from the way he was talking, I think he wants to serve me, and I can’t help but imagine it.

The guy is hot. Like drop dead gorgeous, hot! I don’t know a man who wouldn’t use that to his advantage when it comes to getting girls in bed. What was he thinking when he realized who I was? And sorry? He had told me he was sorry before he even knew who I was. What is he sorry about?

I don’t want to keep thinking about any of it. I already had to live that nightmare with Jax and Bridgette once. Isn’t that enough? I need a distraction from thinking about sex on a stick and Jax. One is trouble, and the other is history.

My mind wanders off to when I first saw Slade in the bathroom, and all those crazy thoughts about what those big arms could do to me in the bedroom. Jax and I had a dry sex life. He always wanted it missionary with him on top. He didn’t like to give or receive oral sex. He said it never did anything for him. Blah blah blah. So when it comes to sex, I guess you can say I’m very inexperienced. I’m sure Slade could change that.

I take a deep breath. Thinking about sex is not a distraction. It is torture. What is with all the sex on my brain? Geez, maybe it is due to the glasses of wine from earlier. Or it could be that Slade is the hottest guy I have ever seen in my life.