Arranged love

CROSS

I WATCH THE girls throw back their fifth shot since Grave and I found them. They just keep lining them up, which doesn’t surprise me. People don’t come here just to hang out, if you know what I mean.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Grave leans into my ear. “I’m on in five. Stay with them.”

I nod. “Will do.” Growing up in Vegas taught me a lot of things. One being that the Airport is no place for a woman who is alone or here with a girlfriend. Women have been robbed, raped, and gone missing from here and never seen again. Hell, the same goes for grown men.

Let’s just say the Mason brothers don’t know everything that goes on inside this building. Or, if they do, they turn a blind eye.

Normally, it’s not my problem, but I grew up with Jasmine. I wouldn’t say she’s my friend, but she’s best friends with some of my close friends, so I’d protect her. I know nothing about the bleach blonde other than her name is Alexa. I remember meeting her at Titan and Emilee’s wedding.

“Hey, who’s the hot blonde?” I ask Grave with an elbow to his side as he stands next to me in the hallway of the chapel that Titan and Emilee have rented out for their wedding.

I haven’t seen my best friend in weeks because he’s been in rehab, but he got a day pass today to attend.

He turns around to look at who I’m talking about. She stands at the other end of the hall talking to his girlfriend, April. Both girls have their hands on April’s growing stomach. He spots her, starts shaking his head, and spins back around. “Stay away, man,” he warns with a laugh.

“Why?” I ask curiously. My eyes drop to her ass as she turns to talk to another one of our friends’ wives, Haven, giving me a back view. Fuck, I like it better than the side view. The champagne-colored dress leaves nothing to the imagination. It shows off every curve, and I see no underwear line. Meaning I could just lift the dress up and fuck her in the back room. She has her bleach-blond hair already up in a tight bun for me, easy to grip while she’s on her knees with my cock in her mouth. She throws her head back, her laughter carrying down the hallway to us, and I imagine stepping up behind her, having her lift her dress while my right hand wraps around her throat and squeezes as I fuck her from behind. She won’t be able to laugh or breathe, for that matter.

Fuck, I’m hard as fuck now.

“That is April’s best friend. You fuck her, and I’ll have to hear about it forever.” He shakes his head again. “I actually like Alexa and don’t need any added problems with my girl. So, stay away. Promise me!”

I nod. “Got it. I promise.” But as I say the words, she turns around, and a set of green eyes meet mine. I don’t look away. No reason to pretend I wasn’t just imagining fucking her in a church full of people.

The smile drops off her face, and she averts her eyes to her heels while pushing an imaginary piece of hair behind her ear. Then very slowly, she lifts her eyes to me once again to see if I’m still staring.

I see you, Alexa, and I want you.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Alexa calls out to Jasmine, interrupting that memory of her. I didn’t act on it then. Too much was going on at the time. Now, she’s right here. Like God himself dropped her in my lap. If you believe in that sort of thing. I might have been raised in a church, but I’m sure as shit not religious.

“Okay.” Jasmine interlocks her arm with Alexa’s and pulls her from the bar.

I follow them, placing my hands in the pockets of my jeans. We clear the crowd and head down a dimly lit, narrow hallway. My eyes instantly drop to Alexa’s ass and the way it sways in her tight jeans. I can see the outline of her cell in her back pocket. She wears a black tank top that doesn’t quite reach the top of her jeans, showing me just a sliver of her tan skin and the two dimples right above her ass. Her bleach-blond hair is up in a messy bun, showing me the back of her neck just like last time. I imagine letting it down and wrapping my hand around it while holding her facedown with that ass up in the air while I pound into her pussy.

I just fucked a bitch last night. I shouldn’t be this worked up, but I am. My cock is hard, and my mind is in the gutter. I keep reminding myself she’s off-limits, but my dick doesn’t give a fuck.

The forbidden fruit sort of thing.

They both laugh as they stumble along and push the women’s bathroom door open. I step in behind them.

“Cross, we can pee on our own.” Jasmine’s laughter grows when she spots me following them.

“I’m sure you can,” I say just as I see a man standing in the corner. His eyes go straight to the girls, and I square my shoulders, ready to fuck him up if need be. I stalk to the last stall and open the door for them. “Go in together,” I order.

They giggle, thinking I’m overreacting, but thankfully obey. I turn, pressing my back to the now closed door and just stand there, making sure no one fucks with them.

A few minutes later, they open it up, and after washing their hands, we exit. A man I know by the name of Mitch exits the men’s restroom across the hallway from us at the same time we do. He comes to a stop, spotting us. “Alexa?”

She freezes, bringing Jasmine to a halt since they’re holding hands, but says nothing.

“Hey, babe.” He smiles at her.

Babe? I don’t remember her having anyone with her at the wedding. And she’s not wearing a ring because I looked. Hate to say that wouldn’t stop me anyway.

“I’ve been calling you.” He steps into her. “Just sent you a text.”

She takes a step back, bumping into me. I place my hands on her shoulders and pull her to my side, throwing my arm over her.

His eyes go to mine, and the smile drops off his face. “Cross?” He looks back at her. “Are you dating him?”

“Mitch.” I acknowledge him. I’ve known this piece of shit scumbag for several years. Now I’m interested in what kind of past they have and how long it was for. And just how much she knows about him.

She doesn’t answer his question in any way. He keeps his attention on her, going on. “Is this why you’ve been ignoring me, babe …?”

“Take my silence as a hint, Mitch. It’s over.” She finally speaks, and I’m actually surprised how put together it sounded, considering how much she’s had to drink. She’s leaning into my side pretty hard right now, needing the help to stand.

“Because of him?” He points at me.

“No. Because of you,” she says matter-of-factly. With a smile, I pull them away and back down the hall.

We make our way through the crowd and over to the ring when I spot Grave standing beside it. His hands are fisted in a guy’s shirt. He’s holding him to his chest and shouting in the man’s face.

Fuck! “Stay here,” I order the girls as I shove them into a corner before I head over to Grave. “What the fuck is going on?” I demand when I come up to them. A quick look over my shoulder shows the girls still leaning up against the wall in the corner.

“Go the fuck home, Ethan!” Grave shouts, shoving the kid back.

“Ethan?” I ask, looking him over. Why does that name sound familiar? He’s got a busted lip. He tosses his dark shaggy hair back, and I can see a cut on his forehead at the motion. Blood slowly runs down the side of his face. One look at his eyes, and I can tell he’s on something. Ecstasy maybe. He’s sweating profusely, but it’s hot in here. No amount of A/C can keep up with the large crowd that’s here tonight. His knuckles are busted, so the kid was obviously just in a fight.

“Fuck you!” he shouts, pointing his finger at Grave’s face.

Grave goes to step forward to knock his ass out, but I grab him and pull him back. “He’s not worth it,” I tell him.

The kid looks me up and down, then snorts. “You Kings think you fucking rule everyone.” His eyes go back to Grave. “Just because you knocked up my sister doesn’t mean you’re my brother,” he spits out, then turns and walks off into the crowd, shouldering his way through.

Grave shrugs me off, and I let him go, holding my hands up. “What the fuck was that?” I ask.

He runs a hand through his hair. “April’s brother.” I got that. “The boy is pissing me off.”

My cell starts vibrating in my pocket, and I dig it out quickly to check to see who it is.

Titan: How’s it going?

Of course, he’s checking on us. Instead of answering, I pocket it and turn to go get the girls, and they’re gone.

Motherfucker!