Page 68 of Queen Of Clubs
“I know.” He grabs the back of my head and places his forehead to mine. “But there’s nothing we can do about that now. I’ll talk to Gianna and see if we can keep meet and greets to only before the shows. For now, go take the edge off.”
“Fuck, fine,” I growl. I don’t kiss him because the moment his lips are on mine, I’d be ripping his clothes off. So, I give his hand a squeeze before heading to the dressing room.
When I get there, I’m mere seconds away from hyperventilating. I fucking hate feeling like this.
I love sex just as much as the next person, but it becomes an inconvenience when it’s the only thing that can bring me down when I’m high on emotions.
I’m normally not this affected, but other than the quick blow job from Griffin before the show, I haven’t had sex since the night we took Jade.
Being around Jade and her peaches and cream scent has been driving me fucking mad. It’s been so damn hard to keep my composure and not give away the fact that she’s our scent match.
I know we agreed to keep it to ourselves for now, to allow Jade to choose to be with us on her own, but I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last.
When I’m in the same room as her, I want to devour her. I want to pin her against the wall and fuck her until her cunt is choking my cock.
With my mind all jumbled, I seem to have forgotten the fact that Jade was brought back to the dressing room, and I curse to myself when I see her sitting on the couch. She’s the last person I need to be around right now.
She sees me when I walk in and jumps to her feet with the biggest smile. “Everett.” She rushes over. “Oh my God, that was awesome. You guys were amazing. The screaming fans, the light effects, the way I could feel the sound of the bass vibrating in my chest... God, it’s addicting. I think I’m going to enjoy going to more of these,” she laughs.
Giving her a tight smile, I move away from her, her scent already invading my nose. My cock presses against my pants to the point that it’s painful. Precum leaks, soaking my jeans. I close my eyes, taking a few deep breaths.
Get yourself under control, man. It’s just sex. Go into the damn bathroom and rub one out.
I think I’m past the point where jerking off is going to be enough.
“Everett, are you okay?” Jade’s voice is laced with concern. “You don’t look so good.”
“I’m fine,” I grit out, running a hand through my hair. “I’m just on edge. Sometimes, it’s a lot, you know?”
“Yeah.” She nods. “I can see that. It looks very overwhelming. Is there anything I can do for you? Do you need a water, something to eat?”
“No,” I snap, instantly feeling like shit for talking to her like that. “No, thank you. That's not what I need.”
I start to pace, debating on going into the bathroom. What would she think if she heard me in there? Would she be creeped out? God, I feel sick right now. I need Zane or Griffin. Fuck, I need her, but I can’t have her. All these feelings and emotions swimming in my head are making me go fucking mad!
“Where’s Zane and Griffin? Could they help?” Jade tries again, not seeming to be put off by my outburst.
“No.” I shake my head hard. “No, they’re busy. I can deal with this myself.”
“Deal with what?” Her brows furrow as she steps forward, moving to put a hand on my arm, not seeming to grasp she's approaching the equivalent of a wild animal on the edge right now.
I grab her wrist as a slow, rumbling growl emits from my chest, and her eyes widen in shock. “Don’t touch me.” Hurt flashes across her face. She thinks it’s because I don’t want her, but it’s the complete opposite.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, cheeks heating with a mix of hurt and embarrassment, trying to pull her wrist from my grasp. But I don’t let it go.
“It’s not that I don’t want you to touch me, Jade. It’s that I want you, so fucking much. I’m so tightly wound that I feel like I’m ready to snap. I need to take the edge off, but the guys aren't here.”
“Take the edge off? Like drugs? Do you need a drink?” she asks, looking confused. “As much as I don’t like the idea, if it will help, I can find you something.”
“Not that. That's not what I need.” She doesn’t understand. Those are the last things I need right now.
“Then what? Please, Everett. I don’t like seeing you like this. You're hurting, and I hate it. I want to help,” she pleads helplessly.
You. What I need is you. Your mouth, your hands, your touch. Your pussy wrapped around my cock. “You can’t help with what I need.” My hold on her wrist tightens as I start to back us toward the wall.
Her breath hitches, eyes widening but not in fear. A burst of her peaches and cream perfume fills the air, and I can smell her slick gushing from her pussy. My chest heaves as a feral growl leaves my throat.
“What do you need, Everett?” she asks again, this time, her voice is thick with lust, and fuck me, she’s pushing me closer to the edge.