Page 12 of Luca
It hit us all hard, but especially Anton who blamed himself for not knowing she was back on drugs. A couple of weeks after she had died, his dad had passed away, and Anton had joined up.
He had needed to get away from things for a while, he’d said. We would have preferred for him to stick around, but respected his decision and we stayed in touch. Finally, after spending almost nine years in the military, he’d come home and opened his own security firm.
But his time in the military had hardened him, and he rarely smiled these days, except occasionally around Marcie when her bubbly personality wormed its way under his defences and he couldn’t pretend he was a robot.
It was obvious to anyone looking that he was smitten with her. Yet, he resisted the pull, saying he didn’t want a relationship.
Just like my Claire was with me, I thought ruefully. I knew the reasons Claire was reluctant to take a chance on me, but I couldn’t understand why Anton had a problem doing so with Marcie. It was an enigma. I’d tried talking to him about it. All of us guys had, but he just closed up and told us to mind our own business. So, we did.
It saddened me to watch the pair of them pining for each other and yet not coming together. I truly hoped that they would sort it out just as avidly as I hoped that Claire and I would.
Sighing, I shook my head, ridding myself of my gloomy thoughts. I was here to fight for my chance with Claire, and I needed to focus on that.
Turning towards where I’d last seen her, I frowned. She was no longer there. Neither was Marcie.
Damn it. I needed to find her. Grabbing a couple of beers at the bar, I headed back to Anton to find out where my elusive Little Miss Sexy Ass was.
“Here you go,” I said, passing him a beer.
“Thanks!” he said, taking a swig.
“Where are the ladies?” I asked, scanning the floor below.
Anton gestured towards them just as Claire glanced up in our direction. She saw us but quickly looked away again. Hell! My sexy lawyer was playing hard to get once more. Not that I’d expected anything different. But watching her deliberately turn her back on me only heightened my resolve.
Eyes narrowing, I silently accepted her challenge. Tonight, Claire was in for a surprise. I was going to break through that wall she’d built between us, smash it to pieces, and hopefully reduce it to dust, so it could never be rebuilt. If it was the last thing I did.
I was still staring at her when Anton tensed beside me.
“Problem?” I asked before noticing what had caught his attention. Two guys were sidling over to Claire and Marcie. They asked them to dance, and the ladies accepted. Oh, hell no!
Leaving my drink, I glanced at Anton and we headed towards the dance floor to get our women.
Within seconds, we’d tapped the guys on the shoulder and gestured for them to leave. One of them went to protest, but I stepped forward and literally growled at the asshole. Eyes narrowed and fists clenched, I waited for him to get the message.
Thankfully, he did, and I didn’t have to cut the bastard’s hands off for daring to touch my woman. I doubted Claire would have liked that.
My woman! Hmm, I knew that technically she wasn’t mine, and I didn’t have any right to feel so possessive, but I couldn’t help it. In my heart, she was mine, and that was that. She just didn’t know it yet, but if my plan worked tonight, she soon would.
I pulled her close.
Her soft curves fit perfectly against me, and I was already getting turned on. I could tell she was a bit tipsy as she looked up at me with that same unguarded expression she’d had the last time I held her. I smiled, then leaned in for the kill.
Should I be taking advantage? Hell no. But was that going to stop me? Again, hell no!
Her lips opened for me, and I delved inside her hot mouth. Our tongues tangled together as we explored each other, and she moaned. The sound had my cock straining against my pants, and I groaned with pleasure.
Claire brushed up against me, clearly as turned on as I was. Yes! I mentally gave myself a high-five. Her response elated me, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more—needed more.
Breaking the kiss, I grabbed her hand and tugged her off the dancefloor, through an employee-only door, and straight into my office before I could even think about what I was doing.
Pushing her up against the wall, I pressed my body close to hers and kissed her again. I loved the feel of her in my arms. It felt like she belonged there, giving me another reason to believe we were meant to be together.
She was so responsive, lost in the moment, and I couldn’t help but take things further.
Letting one hand move down and then up under her dress, I pushed her lacy knickers aside and rubbed her clit. The wetness coating my fingers made my cock stiffen. Fuck, she was so wet for me.
Unable to stop myself, I slipped a finger inside her tight pussy, and she moaned into my mouth again. That was all the encouragement I needed to add another, thrusting deep inside, fucking her pussy with my fingers as I fucked her mouth with my tongue.