Page 55 of By His Vow
“Get fucked,” I hiss, standing up to him.
“We’re leaving,” he states, his hand wrapping around my wrist before tugging me forward.
I wobble on my heels and crash into his hard body, my hand on his lower stomach. His muscles ripple beneath his sweater and I mindlessly slide my hand lower to feel something else equally as hard.
He stares down at me, I’m sure more than aware of my plans, but it’s not until I hit his belt buckle that he stops me.
“You might be willing to embarrass yourself in public, Tatum. But I am not.”
He takes off again, towing me along with him.
“Wait, I need to say goodbye to?—”
I glance back to see Lori staring after me, her body still pressed against Matt’s. She smirks before looking back at Kingston.
‘Enjoy,’ she mouths before spinning around and reaching up on her toes to kiss him again.
Cory is nowhere to be seen, but I’m confident that Lori will let him know I’m safe and he’ll find someone else to spend the night with.
Despite what Lori said in the bathroom, Cory is more than happy to sow his wild oats. It isn’t me he wants. Not really. I’m just easy…in more than one way.
A laugh tumbles from my throat as we emerge at the entrance of the club.
“Do you have a coat?” Kingston demands, bringing us to a stop.
I look up at him, at his hard expression and the irritation dancing in his dark green eyes, and my giggles only get worse.
“Aw KC,” I tease, using the nickname he goes by when he’s with his friends. “Did I embarrass you by rubbing my ass against your dick?”
“Tatum,” he growls darkly, his jaw ticking with anger.
“You enjoyed it though, didn’t you? I felt how hard you?—”
“Do you have a coat or not?” he interrupts, cutting me off before the small audience we’re gathering hears the end of that sentence. As if they can’t already guess.
I roll my eyes at him and I’m sure I see a little billow of steam blow from his ears.
I stare up at him, trying to hold steady and appear strong, but I’m pretty sure I’m swaying. If I’m not, then it’s the room.
“I do not have a coat, sir,” I tag on with a smirk.
“Brat,” he mutters under his breath before taking my hand and pulling me toward the exit.
The cool evening hair hits me and the world spins all over again.
I go from drunk to utterly wasted in two seconds flat.
“Oh my god, is that Kingston Callahan?” a woman cries from the line to get into the club.
A powerful shot of jealousy shoots through me, and long before I have a chance to think it through, I spin on my heels and find her in the crowd. I want to say it’s easy, but it seems that every female before me is ogling my man.
My man.
Nope. Kingston Callahan is not my man.
He’s just a man who is going to steal a year of my life when I could be out looking for the one…
“Yep, it is. But I’m sorry, he’s tak—argh,” I shriek when my feet suddenly leave the floor as the man in question throws me over his shoulder and drags me away. “What are you doing?” I cry as he begins marching down the street without a care in the world.