A Winter's Date (24 page)

Lana gets up and walks over to us. “Noah, let her have one night where she gets to feel utterly ravishing.”

I can see it in his eyes the moment he gives in, and it makes me smile. “Thank you, baby.” I place a small kiss on his lips and pat his hard chest before walking over to grab my clutch.

“Who’s calling for a cab?”

“It’s already downstairs waiting,” Coen says as he takes Lana’s hand. I still can’t believe that he hasn’t had sex with her; I really need to tell Noah.

“You guys go on down; we’ll be right behind you.” I crook my finger at Noah and take the last swallow from my wine. I am so sexually aroused by the way Noah looks. I knew I would be, so I decided to go this evening without panties on, without shame. I watch him as he takes a drink from his beer and stalks toward me as I hear the front door close.

“Ballerina, you are truly killing me this evening. You look stunning, and I can’t wait to show you off to every single person we come in contact with tonight.” He snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me against his chest. He’s wearing a dark blue button-down with a solid black tie and a textured grey vest. I run my hands from his lower torso up to his sturdy pecs.

“Why, thank you, handsome. She did a great job on my makeup, right?” I lower his hand down to my butt, inviting him to take me.

His fingers cup my cheeks, and I can feel his cock start to harden against my stomach. “She did great. Damn, I could stare at you all night.”

I look down as my cheeks scorch from his sweet words. He tilts my chin up and presses his lips to my jaw. “I don’t want to ruin your lipstick.”

I tilt my face to his and kiss him softly. “You couldn’t possibly ruin anything. Now . . . kiss me like you mean it.”

The electricity crackles between us as he pushes his lips to mine, kissing me slowly, reverently, and lovingly. He hums his approval and pulls me closer to his muscled body. “You’ll let me know if you need to get off of your foot, won’t you?”

“Of course I will.” I slip my tongue into his mouth for a brief moment. “I plan on sitting on your lap all night anyway.”

His hands squeeze my cheeks, telling me he wants me too. “I like the sound of that. Are you ready to go?”

“I am.” I turn and grab my clutch. “Oh, and by the way . . . Coen hasn’t slept with Lana yet.”

The expression on his face is one of complete shock. I think I might have just knocked the breath out of him. “Excuse me?”

I nod and walk to the door, pulling it open. “Yep. No sex.”

“Are we talking about the same assfuck here?” He laces his fingers with mine as we walk to the elevator and head down to my building’s lobby.

“The one and only.”

We get outside to the waiting cab, and I’m about to open the door when I turn and look up at Noah. “Oh . . . and baby . . .” I lean up and whisper in his ear, “I’m not wearing a bra . . . or panties.” I smile innocently and lick his earlobe before patting his chest and getting in the cab without another word.

He straightens up before sliding into the cab and sitting next to me. Lana and Coen are sitting in the row behind us, I turn around to them, and Lana is wearing the reddest of blushes; we must have caught them doing something or other.

“Heather?” she asks. “What size shoes do you wear? Because I am so stealing those heels.”

“Six and a half,” I say, beaming. “Let me know when you want to wear them.” I sit back and look over at Noah: he’s staring down at me, barely blinking. “What?”

“You fucking tease.”

Mission accomplished, Heather.
I place my hand on his thigh, deciding to push him further.

We arrive at Marquee and Noah pays for the ride. We get out, and Joel is the first person I see waiting by the door. “Well, look at this cab full of assholes,” I hear him say above the sound of the music coming from the open club doors.

“Ah, there’s the dipshit.” Noah chuckles and walks over to him, shaking his hand roughly before they both pat each other’s shoulders.

I wait off to the side while the guys talk shit to each other. It tugs at my heartstrings to see Noah with the guys, with all of us—his own little family.

I feel someone’s hand on my elbow, and I look over to see Lana smiling. “Are you okay?” she asks.

“Oh, I’m fine. I was just thinking. When we go inside you are having a chocolate-covered pretzel shot on me.”

Her eyes light up and she locks her arm with mine. “Oooh, that sounds good . . . and dangerous.”

I laugh and nod. “They’ll sneak up on you, for sure. I . . .” Suddenly, I’m interrupted by Coen when he walks up and leans over Lana, kissing her passionately and without warning.

Joel and Noah join us, and Joel leans in to hug me. “It’s good to see you, girl. I’m glad you brought this motherfucker back.”

I hug him back before looking up at him; what he doesn’t know is that Noah brought me back. I look over at Noah knowingly, and he winks.
Well . . . good thing I’m not wearing panties or they’d be soaked already.

“I’m glad we’re back, Joel. What have you been up to?” I ask politely and try to ignore the hot make-out session going on beside me with Lana and Coen.

“I’ve been well. I’m looking forward to hearing about how the meeting with Noah’s parents goes. Will you be joining him?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He smiles, and I notice that Noah’s shoulders that were tense seem to relax the slightest bit. Oh Noah . . . no matter how many times I tell him I’m going, he still is so nervous that I’ll change my mind.

“All right, enough of this business shit, Joel. Let’s get some drinks into these ladies and try to pick one up for you . . . unless your dick is still hung up on Dill,” Noah says and takes my hand, leading me through the door. Coen must be friends with the bouncer because I have no idea how we skipped that line.

Coen and Lana take a breath long enough to follow us inside, and all of us head straight toward the bar. I order us all one of my new favorite shots and stand in front of Noah. He slides his arms around my waist and kisses my neck gently.

“To answer your question, Ryan, I am not hung up on Dillen, and I don’t think I need the help in finding a piece of ass,” Joel comments and takes his shot, while Lana and Coen down theirs and move to the dance floor.

Noah and I take ours, and he hums deeply. “Damn, that was good.”

I nod in agreement and look over at Joel as he slams his shot glass down on the bar.

“Shit, that was smooth.”

“Joel?” I ask.

“Yeah?” He turns to face me, and grins.

“Thank you for helping Noah so much. Without your help, he would still be in Phoenix and living . . .” I stop myself because I don’t want to turn on any emotions right now when we are supposed to be having an exciting night out.

“It’s my job, Heather, and I’ve enjoyed helping him find himself.” He looks at Noah and smirks. “This asshole would be lost without me.”

“Damn right I would be,” my Greek god interjects.

“If you’ll both excuse me, that redhead across the bar has been making fuck-me eyes at me, and I think I just found who I’ll be taking home tonight.”

I can’t control my laughter from his comment. Noah and I follow his eyes, and we both look at the radiant auburn-haired woman across the bar from us. She’s stunning, tall, and lively.

Noah leans into Joel and says something to him. I can’t hear what is being said because the music is blaring and thundering through my body.

Mmm, thundering through me. I know someone who knows how to do it better.

Joel chuckles and winks at me before walking through the throng of people to the other side of the bar. It’s just my Greek god and I now, and I feel powerful knowing that I have a sort of control over him and his monstrous sex drive right now.

“Heather?” he croons and moves his hands over the material of my black jumpsuit. “I’m having a difficult time keeping my hands off of your body. You’re turning heads this evening.”

“Are you telling me that I’m easy on the eyes, Ryan?”

“I’m telling you that you look good enough for me to eat.”

Deliberately slowly, I tease him by pushing my breasts up. By just watching me he seems mesmerized, snared in a trance, my trance. I flush at the storm I see brewing in his ocean green eyes: they suck me in and consume me. Pressing my body to his warm, firm chest, I run my hands up the back of his strong neck into his hair. His growl that I feel instead of hear is intense; it reverberates through me and sends chills down to the deepest places of my body.

He leans into me and moves my dark, straightened hair off of my shoulder and to my back, so he can place his mouth on my collarbone. His feverish lips move along my skin, bringing to life our magnetic allure to each other.

“How about we forget about this night out and head back to your apartment? I want to show you just how much you’re going to enjoy my cock between these ass cheeks.”

I gasp loudly as his hands squeeze and caress my behind. I’m about to cave and tell him to take me anywhere he needs me, but suddenly Lana is beside me and bumps my hips with hers. We’re about the same height, so it works perfectly to bring me back to my senses.

“Are you two ready to take another shot?”

Noah gawks at me and I can see the sensual storm that was brewing behind his eyes has now turned into a lightning storm, filled with intense anguish. I bite the inside of my cheek as I slide my hands down Noah’s chest. “I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all night, Lana.”

She does a little happy dance and I think orders two shots of tequila for all of us.

“Oh, Joel went to talk to that woman over there. I don’t think he’s going to be back in time to take his.”

“That’s not a problem. We’ll have the extra two then.”

“I like your thinking.”

Noah removes one of his hands from my butt when Coen moves to stand next to him. “Coen . . .” I hear him say.

“What’s up?” Coen replies.

“When the fuck were you going to tell me that you’ve yet to get your dick wet with this one?”

I quickly glance over at Lana, but she’s preoccupied as she watches the bartender pour ten shots of tequila.

Coen laughs and places his hand on Noah’s shoulder. “I don’t think I’m going to push this one. I thought I had my shit in control when I was in London with Dillen, but then I met Wilde, and hell . . . my dick has never been more interested, but neither has my heart.”

I almost
aww
out loud.

Lana asks the bartender to open a tab for her. I’ll have to tell her later how Coen feels toward her, but I’m sure she already knows.

“Shit, man, I’m almost proud of you . . . and Wilde?”

“Thanks, fucker. Yeah, my Wilde girl. Lana Jayne Wilde.” Coen looks across Noah and I to Lana, and I can tell he’s dying to be close to her. He quickly moves around us and circles his arms around her petite waist as she pulls out her credit card to hand to the bartender. She giggles as Coen takes the card before the bartender can. He fishes for his wallet in his pants pocket and removes his credit card to hand to the bartender before giving Lana hers back.

Her radiant smile must send Coen into a head-spin because he almost loses his center of gravity.

Lana tucks her card into her clutch and fetches out the lip gloss she used on me earlier. She hands it to me and I apply some before handing it back to her. “Thank you.”

The bartender sets the ten shots in front of Lana. “Okay, guys, here we go.” She hands Noah and Coen two each, me three, and keeps three for herself.

“To new adventures and remarkable people,” she declares.

“To my family,” Noah says, holding up one of his shot glasses.

“Heather, do them back to back with me,” Lana insists and I can’t refuse.

All four of us simultaneously throw our shots back and we all chase the shot with our second and then Lana and I take our third.

Oh crap, I am going to feel this.

“Damn ballerina, the only thing I’ve seen you swallow like that is me.”

I blush bright enough to light up the darkened club.
Holy crap.

“Noah,” I try and scold him, but I can’t because that was so erotic.

Lana giggles, and I know she heard what my Greek god just said. She stops and smiles at me. “Oh my God, Heather . . . I love this song. You have to come and dance with me,” she says excitedly as
Going Down For Real
by Flo Rida resounds through the club’s speakers, bringing the dance floor to life.

I glance up at Noah questioningly, and he shakes his head. “No way in hell. We had a deal, remember?”

“Please . . .” I try again before reaching down to stroke the front of his jeans. He grunts and closes his eyes as his nostrils flare. I can tell he just made a snap decision.

“You have this one song. Go.”

I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him heatedly before Lana pulls me by my elbow off of him and to the dance floor. Following her quickly before Noah can change his mind, I start moving my body to the music, Lana swaying right next to me. With every movement of my body I realize how much I’ve missed dancing. Lana and I throw ourselves into this song and drink up all we can of the vibrations that rattle our frames.

Before I know it another song is filling our ears, and I can’t see Noah anywhere. We’ve somehow moved to the middle of the dance floor. Neither of us stop moving. I reach out for her and hug her close. “Thank you, I’ve missed this so much,” I tell her quickly before a strong hand rests on my shoulder.
Ah crap, I’m busted.

“I’m so excited to be out with you guys,” she says before a voice interrupts us.

“Heather?” I turn around quickly and into Joel’s smile.

“Oh hey,” I say, beaming at him.

“Here, I got you two these.” He hands Lana and I a shot, and I look at the odd-colored liquid in the glass. Lana reaches for a glass and blows Joel a kiss.

“What is this?”

“Shit, I don’t know. Red ordered it. I think she said it was a Vegas Bomb? I have no fucking idea what’s in it, but before I could ask, her boyfriend showed up. I acted as if I were uninterested and left with the shots. He believes he got me to leave, but what the pussy doesn’t know is that he’s going home alone tonight.” A cocky grin that I haven’t seen before emerges, and Lana and I stare at him in surprise.