Soul-Mates Forever (3 page)

He gets right in my face and sneers.
Holy Shit!
“Look, man. Jonsey told me about you and even though I don’t trust a young punk like you with the princess, I’ll give you a fair shake.” He pokes his finger into my chest. “But don’t get any ideas. Got me?” I nod shakily and swallow again. “Good, now get in.” He opens the door, and I don’t fucking hesitate.
Well, that was interesting. Guess we’ll need to have a little talk later, on my terms.

Sitting down, away from her, I look around. I jump when I feel her hand touch my arm. “Hey, you ok?” Her eyebrows knit together. “What did he say to you?”

Come on you douchebag, get your shit together.
I relax and crack my neck from side to side. “Nothing, he just wanted to know where we were going. Told him that was up to you.”
Good save. I think.

She removes her hand from my arm and places it in her lap, and I feel the loss instantly. “Oh, well, that was nice. You just looked a little… I dunno, nervous?” I laugh, and she giggles.
Cute.
“Don’t let him fool you. He’s a big pussy cat.”
More like a lion, if you ask me.

She presses a button and I hear, “Party Town.” She looks at me and gives me her sexy smile and winks.
Do you think I can be inconspicuous when I adjust my harder than shit cock? Nah, I don’t think so either.

“Soooo, Party Town, huh? Sounds like fun,” I say, giving her my best cocky smile. She winks at me and reaches into her small handbag. I have to admit she came prepared when I see her pull out a silver flask. She removes the lid, and I lick my lips as I watch her pouty ones encase the top. Her hand pushes the flask up, and she takes a huge swallow. Watching her throat constrict as the liquid moves down it is making my cock twitch, again.
Fuck, I want her so bad!

She hands me the flask, and I take a swig. Fuck, it’s Hot Damn and it’s burning down my throat. I smile as I hand it back to her. “Good Shit. I love a good burn.” That starts her laughing so I join in.

We pull up at the bar, Party Town, and the valet opens my door. I take my beauty’s hand and pull her out with me. She stops, abruptly, and throws her handbag onto the seat, closes the door and gives me her sexy smile. Smiling back, I remove my hand from hers and put my arm around her shoulder. I am amazed she let me. We walk to the front double doors, two muscular men each open one, and we walk into the club. The music is pulsating the floor as we walk up to a half dressed sexy woman standing at a podium. She winks at me and ignores Paxton. “Would you like a private room upstairs to party or shall I show you to a table in our main room downstairs?”
Wow! They have private rooms here. Fuck, yeah!
I look at Paxton, her eyebrow is raised so high it gets lost in her hair.

Looking back at the hostess I clear my throat. “I think a table down here would suffice.” She nods, and we follow her to a booth that is in a corner away from the madness that is the dance floor.
Thank Fuck! At least, we will have a little privacy.

She tells us that our waitress will be over soon and leaves us to the rocking music. “This is a great table. Thanks for not taking a private room upstairs. I would have left,” my beauty says smirking at me.

I laugh and take her hand that’s resting on the table. “Beauty, you’re gonna learn one day, I’m not that way.” She looks down at our hands. Her eyes move slowly back up to mine. I lean up close and whisper, “I’m gonna prove it to you. I’m not like the rest of the guys out there. You don’t have to be afraid of me, of getting hurt. I won’t do that to you. I want to know you, everything about you. You need to trust me. Trust your feelings about me.” She moves closer, and closer, then releases my hand quickly and sits up straight when the waitress clears her throat.
Dammit! So close!

Another barely dressed sexy woman is standing there smacking gum and winking at me. “What’ll you have, sugar?” Her big red lips giving me a smile as she winks.
Good Lord, this is not helping my case any.

I look at my beauty and wink. She smirks and looks at the waitress. “Four shots of Hot Damn, doubles and a Bud Light bottle.” I can’t help but chuckle.
It’s so on!

“Same. Keep checking back and replenish as we get low.” I give her my sexy smile which gets me another wink.
I roll my eyes, that shit’s fucking contagious!

The half naked woman bends down which gives me a tremendous view of her big girls and whispers, “I’d like to replenish anything and everything for you, sexy.” She winks again, smacks her gum and saunters away.
Oh, fuck! Am I in trouble!

Jealousy is an ugly monster. It seems to be rushing through my body as I watch the bitch from hell waitress flirt with Tuck. Shit, I need to get my act together. What do I care? He’s not my boyfriend or anything, although he almost had me with his sexy whispering about trusting him earlier. Yeah, right. Like I can trust that sex God womanizer. Pfttt.

Once she left I look at Tuck and see he is staring at me, a look of concern in his eyes. “Don’t let that bitch make you think I have eyes for anyone else but you. Won’t happen.” He slides closer to me, almost touching me and leans in. “That happens all the time to me, beauty. I know trust has to be built, probably with you a lot more than others, but you can trust me, you’ll see.”

Well, shit! The evil green eye jealousy just left my body in one fell swoop and was replaced with raging hormones and heating me up with desire. No wonder I am so hard to crack, my body is always confused and my mind doesn’t know what to think. I want to give in so bad! I can see me giving him my V-Card, so easily. Shit! I need to call Allie soon. I need my baby girl to talk me through this. UGH!

Thank all that is holy our slutty waitress comes back with a tray full of drinks. She deposits them on the table, winks at Tuck and walks away swinging her hips. I take one of the shots and down it quick.
Damn, that’s good stuff.
He follows suit, winks and gives me his cocky, dimpled smile. Leaning into him, he comes close, and I whisper, “I am not a fan girl and I won’t fall all over you.” I lean back and take another shot. He laughs.
Laughs?
He takes another shot and then a big swig of his beer.

“Good,” he remarks with his sexier than shit grin. “I don’t need any more fan girls and that’s not what I want from you.” I swallow, hard. I watch as he takes my hand and begins rubbing across the top with his thumb. When I look back up, he has moved closer to me and is giving me a fuck hot look that might just kill me. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Paxton. I’d rather die first. I want you. I can’t lie.” His eyes leave mine and look up and down my body. When they return, I see him lick his lips seductively. “I really can’t lie. I want to fuck you all night and all the next day. I want to pamper you and lavish you with all my attention. But beauty?” My eyebrows go up, and I can feel the tears forming. “I will wait for you, for as long as it takes. I want to get to know you. I want you to get to know me, the real me. I don’t want just your body. I want your heart and your soul. I. Want. You.”
I think I just died.

I’m just staring at him. I can’t speak. I don’t know what to say. I know what most girls would say, but I’m not most girls.

“That’s… I… I need to go see Allie,” is all I could spit out.
Shit, I’m a mess. A fucked up mess.
I let go of his hand and down another shot and watch as he follows my direction. I am starting to get a little tipsy.
Shit!
I need to knock down this bad boy!
I let him know I am going to go freshen up and head towards the bathroom.

I am sitting on the toilet thinking. I know, weird, right? But I just need a moment to myself. Ok, so what if I let go, a bit. What if I try to relax and see where it goes? Shit, I’m not sure I know how to do that. I’ve been this way for so long, building up those walls. I’m not even sure I can break them down or even know how to. Damn! What should I do?

I finally go to the sink and wash my hands. Looking in the mirror, I check my face. Yep, I look like shit. My eyes are a little red from the tears, and my cheeks are flushed. I take out my lip gloss from my pocket and brush some on. Well, that’s about all I can do. I push open the bathroom door, still contemplating how I can get past my own self built borders and hit something hard.

“Omph!”
Shit!
Hands grab my arms, trying to steady me from falling over. I take a step back and look up at the brick wall I just ran into. He’s a burly guy, maybe in his late twenties, long, thick blonde hair with the same color adorning his chin. Tattoos are all along his beefy arms, and he has the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.

He bends down so he can look into my eyes and smiles. “Hey, little lady. You ok?” I give him a small smile and nod. “Well, where’re you going in such a hurry? You should be more careful.” He looks up and down the hall and then proceeds to move towards me. I move back and bump up against a wall. He places one hand above my head against the wall, the other comes to my cheek and starts caressing. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll protect you.”

His lips crash on mine, and I purse my lips. His hand grabs my arm, keeping me against the wall. I begin pushing on his chest, but he’s too big and strong to budge. “Noooooo!” My scream is muffled by his mouth. He takes the opportunity and plunges his tongue into my mouth, while his hand begins squeezing my breast. He tastes of smoke and liquor. His body odor is strong and is making me wanting to puke. I keep struggling, trying to find a way to break free when his mouth becomes more forceful, my screams continue but are smothered. His hand leaves my sore breast and begins its journey over my stomach and into my jeans.

I am kicking and pushing until all of a sudden he’s gone, and I fall to the ground, hitting my knees hard. The tears flowing down my face are blurring my vision as I try to see what is happening. I hear shouting and the sounds of a fight. Quickly wiping and rubbing my eyes, I see Tuck on top of the burly blonde guy and beating the shit out of him. My head quickly turns to the hall entrance to see three huge men running this way. I turn back to Tuck and start screaming, “Tuck! Tuck! Tucker!” He looks my way, fist raised in midair and follows my eyes down the hall. Getting up quickly, he runs over to me and squats down in front of me, brushing some left over tears from my cheek.

“Beauty! You ok?” I blink rapidly and nod slightly. “Come on,” he says helping me up. “Let’s get your muscle driver to take us to my hotel.” I look at him in disbelief. He gives me a pout with those sexy lips. “No, beauty. Get your head outta the gutter. Just to relax and talk. Let me take care of you. Surely you don’t want to return home all shaken up?” I sigh, my nod sturdier now. “Good, come here.” He puts an arm around me and starts leading me down the hall. As we get closer to the unconscious blonde guy, I bury my face into Tuck’s chest.

“Hey!” A huge guy stops us, and I peek out of Tuck’s chest to see him put his hand around Tuck’s arm. “Not so fast, buddy. What happened here?” Tuck jerks his arm back letting the huge dude know it’s not ok to touch him. “Ok, let’s calm down. Just tell me what happened.”

Tuck points at the unconscious fucker. “He accosted my girlfriend when she came out of the bathroom. After you call the police on his ass, why don’t you wake him the fuck up and ask him. Here.” He takes a card out of his back pocket and hands it to the huge bouncer. “Have them call me in the morning for a statement.” His arm tightens around me, his other hand rubs my arm. “I’m now taking my girlfriend home and taking care of her.” The big guy looks at me and then back at Tuck, nods and lets us pass.

Once our car arrives out front, Tuck helps me into the car before Charles is able to get over to our side. I see Tuck turn to him and whisper something, and then he climbs in next to me. He buckles me in and takes me in his arms. My body is shaking, my mind not able to get the horrid scene from earlier out of it. He reaches across me, grabs my hand bag and removes the flask. After removing the lid, he presses it gently against my lips, and I open my mouth as he pours some of the luscious liquid in my mouth.
Shit, that’s just what I needed.

Once he places the flask on the seat next to him, his free arm comes around my front, his hand rubbing my arm. “Better?” He whispers into my hair. He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “You’re trembling.” He holds me tighter, then turns his head to the front of the car. “Charles, step on it,” he yells. I feel the car pick up speed, and I lay my head on Tuck’s chest.

* * *

Fuck! I wanted to kill that motherfucker for laying his grimy hands and mouth on my girl. Dammit! Good thing she stopped me when she did. She’s got her head on my chest, and her body is shaking. My poor beauty. I had told Charles to take us to my hotel, and that I would take care of her. I guess after almost killing her assailant, he trusts me now.

When we finally fuckin’ get to the hotel, I take my beauty up to my suite. She seems a little calmer now but still shaking and really tired. I lead her right into the gigantic bathroom, pick her up, set her on the counter and turn the water on in the tub, adding some scented bubble bath. While the water fills I return to my beauty and stand before her. Her eyes move around, shyly, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

“Um, what are we doing?” She asks quietly.

I brush some hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. My hand rests there while my thumb rubs across her soft cheekbone. “WE aren’t doing anything. YOU are gonna relax in a nice hot bath and I’m going to go pour you a little something that will help calm your nerves.” She nods slightly so I turn to leave. I feel her soft hand around my arm, and I stop. When I turn my head, I see the tears falling down her beautiful face. I’m back in front of her in an instant and put my arms around her, her head falling onto my chest. “Hey, it’s ok, beauty. I’m here.”

“I can’t… I don’t think…” Her muffled voice speaks into my chest. She raises her head, her face all blotchy, swollen red eyes and looking at me with such sadness. She’s breaking my heart. “I trust you. Please… Please help me,” she whispers.