two fingers of whiskey into a glass.
“Cake pop?” Came a voice behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder.
One of the caterers was standing there with a seductive grin on her face, holding out a blue cake pop. Her black skirt was short and tight, just how I liked them, easy access, and all that.
Her heels said fuck me please, just like her knowing expression, and her blond hair was drawn back into a ponytail I’d probably pull in the next five minutes while she screamed my name.
“If I eat your cake pop, does that mean you suck on mine?” I threw back the entire contents of my glass and waited.
Women.
They always hesitated, not because they wanted to. Hell no. They hesitated because they had to look like they weren’t after sex. Why did it matter?
Such a shame.
Such a fucking double standard.
She stood up on her tiptoes and leaned in. “Do you think it will fit?”
“Only one way to find out.” I ran a finger down the side of her cheek then down her arm until I clutched her hand and started pulling her toward the nearest bathroom.
This was what I needed.
A distraction.
Sex.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“You underestimate the power of the dark side.” —Darth Vader
Romeo
Anything to get rid of this sick feeling in my stomach, in my soul, in the core of every fiber of my being, this hunger that never dissipated no matter how many women I fucked.
She let out a throaty laugh when I shut the bathroom door then slammed my mouth against hers. Instantly, her hands were in my hair. Women loved the hair. Between that and my mouth, I could easily get an orgasm or two out of her before she took my cock.
Without breaking our kiss, I lifted her by the ass and set her on the counter next to the sink, wrapping those long legs around my waist, her heels hooked around one another as she tugged me closer.
“Eager?” I teased.
“Very,” she panted, sliding her hands inside my jacket, shrugging it off me as I inched her skirt up past her hips.
I started kissing her again, tasting wine on her lips, when the door was shoved open.
“Hey!” The caterer, did she even tell me her name? “The bathroom’s busy.”
“Clearly.” Came Eden’s pretty voice. “But this is an emer—”
The sound of puking filled the room.
“Talk about cock blocking.” I sighed.
“Shut up, Romeo!” Eden had time to yell at me before the sound of puking happened again and then a moan.
I pried myself from the caterer in a flash, tugged her skirt down, and went over to Eden, getting on my knees behind her as I gathered her hair and held it tight in my hand.
“Um, hello? I’m still here?” Needy caterer stomped a heel against the tile floor.
“Are you? I hadn’t noticed,” I replied dryly. “Leave. Now.”
“This is bullshit. Do you know who my father—”
“Gonna stop you right there, sweetheart.” I didn’t even look at her. “No matter who your father is, or how important he is, I’m the one they send after people when they want them dead, so if you want little daddy to keep breathing, you’ll leave this bathroom and forget you ever saw me.”
A huff sounded along with footsteps and a random. “Cock tease.” The door slammed.
I returned my attention to Eden as she continued to puke until tears streamed down her face.
“All better?” I asked when she finally leaned back against me.
She nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes.
I reached for a towel behind me and wiped her face, careful not to mess up what was left of her makeup.
She was quiet.
The anger gone.
The sadness just as thick, just as tense, just as suffocating.
“S-sorry.” Eden’s voice cracked. “It’s been a rough pregnancy up until the bitter end.” She rubbed her belly, her smile more scared than sad.
I let go of her hair with trembling hands, letting it fall across her bare back, placing my palm against her shoulder instead.
Touching her was like drinking the sweetest poison and not caring in the least about the end result, only the beginning.
It was a moment of weakness, one I hadn’t had since that night as she leaned against me, using my strength as her own.
“What do you need?” I asked, gently stroking my fingertips across her skin, letting them believe that she was ours to touch, ours to keep.
Ignoring the mass disappointment that would take place in the next few minutes when we went back into the respective sides we stood on during the war between our