Love, Unwanted (Discovering Love #3) (13 page)

“Me thinks you might be right.” I hiccup. “But first I have to tinkle!”

“Here, baby, let me walk you there,” he says. He steadies me. I didn’t even know I was falling.

“I’m okay,” I say after deciding in my drunken stupor that Phoenix standing outside the bathroom while I pee and possibly vomit isn’t going to happen. “But when I get back, I’m leaving with one of you two,” I say in what I think is a sexy voice, but I’m sure I sound like a slurred mess as I point to Phoenix and his holograph twin that my plastered mind has created. I walk away to the sound of Phoenix busting out laughing.

After I stumble my way to the bathroom and into the stall, I tinkle, just barely hold my vomit back, and then stumble to the sink where I splash cold water on my face. When I was just sitting at the bar, drinking, I didn’t realize how sloshed I really was. Now that I’m walking around, it’s hitting me.

I’m drying my face off when I hear, “It’s never going to last.” If I was sober, I would probably be at least a little intimidated at the sound of Marcy’s voice, but right now I’m just aggravated she’s ruining what should be the most perfect night.

I groan while my face is still buried in the hand towel. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Marcy, and I got to be honest here, I really don’t care.” I toss the towel to the side.

I half laugh at the look of shock on Marcy’s face at my bluntness. I’m sure she thought she could come in here and intimidate me, and on any other night she probably could have, but right now I’m three sheets to the wind and really anxious to leave this bar.

“Well, you’re going to wish you listened to what I said when Phoenix gets tired of you and leaves your ass,” she hisses.

Well, I guess leaving this bathroom without trouble is not happening. I take a deep breath to mentally prepare for what I’m sure is about to be a showdown of epic proportions before taking a step toward her.

“What happens between Phoenix and me is just that, between him and me. Save your warning and your bullshit for someone else. I’m not interested.”

“You may not be now, but mark my words, you will be soon. You can change your clothes and cake on as much makeup as you can, but there’s always going to be something you can’t be. Me. Phoenix always likes to have his fun with the easy girls, but trust me, he always comes back to me. I can assure you this time will be no different.”

I can’t stop myself. I laugh—bend at the waist, holding my stomach while tears stream down my eyes laugh. “What’s so funny?” Marcy snaps when I fail to get hold of myself.

I look at her again when I finally gain composure. “Are you really going to stand there and try to convince me that you and Phoenix had a relationship? He told me all about what you guys had and what you are. You’re a groupie, Marcy, and it doesn’t matter how short the hems on your dresses are or how low cut your top is, that’s all you’re ever going to be.”

I pissed her off. Her face is blood red and at any moment her head is going to pop right off, but I don’t give her any time to spread more poison. After throwing her words back at her, I step around her and march out of the bathroom.

I don’t stop marching, though. I storm across the club, heading straight for Phoenix, who looks at me when I get about halfway to him. I can tell by the way he goes from laughing at something Nick said to serious that he knows I’m on a mission. “Hey, baby, is everything—”

I don’t let him finish. I grab his face and slam my lips on his. Everyone around us cat calls and whistles, but I don’t care. I kiss him anyway. “Holy shit,” he whispers when I pull away.

I grab a shot out of Nick’s hand and toss it back. “Take me home now, please,” I say. Without taking his eyes from mine, he pulls out a couple hundreds from his wallet and tosses it on the bar. Then he grabs my hand and we walk out without another word to anyone.

***

“Here, baby, just lie down,” Phoenix whispers once we arrive back to the suite. I can’t say much about the cab ride home. I spent most of it with my head in Phoenix’s lap, battling nausea.

As soon as the cab started moving, all thoughts of being sexy flew out the window and the only thing I wanted was to be near a toilet. It’s crazy how fast I went from feeling amazing to feeling so sick.

“I don’t feel good,” I moan.

“I know, babe. I think you overdid it just a tad.”

“I ruined tonight.”

“No, you didn’t. There will be plenty of nights for me to make love to you. Right now I just want you better. There’s a cup of water on the nightstand and a bucket next to the floor.”

“Thank you, Phoenix.”

“It’s my job to take care of you. Now, let me hold you,” he whispers as he climbs in bed next to me and wraps his arms around me. I’m not sure if I reply before sleep claims me.

Chapter Seventeen

A Night To Remember

My eyes crack open, but I close them again when I see the room is still clothed in darkness. I have no idea what time it is, but I know that sometime earlier tonight I got up to throw up, shower, and change into one of Phoenix’s band tees, sans panties. I felt miserable. Thankfully, I now feel somewhat human again.

It’s when I reach over to his side of the bed and feel it’s empty and cold that I open my eyes again and lift my head from my pillow. I hear Phoenix playing his guitar and singing softly from the living room.

After looking at the clock and seeing that it’s only six in the morning, I climb out of bed and wrap the bed sheet around me. I tiptoe out of the room and down the hall because I don’t want him to stop singing. I love hearing his voice anytime, but I never get to just hear him and I’ve never seen him play the guitar.

When I reach the end of the hallway, I rest on the corner of the wall. I have a complete view of the living room. I can see him sitting on the couch, his back toward me. The only light we have is from the moon shining through the windows. I don’t think he’s been up long because from what I can see, he’s still wearing only his pajama bottoms and no shirt.

He doesn’t hear me and he doesn’t stop playing. I don’t know how long I stand there and I lose track of how many songs he plays. I just enjoy this moment with my head resting on the wall and my eyes closed, letting his melodic words wash over me.

After a while, he stops playing and sets his guitar to the side. I’m about to turn and dash back to the room when he says, “You can stop pretending you haven’t been standing there listening for the past twenty minutes now.”

“Busted.” I laugh and walk toward him. Instead of sitting on the couch next to him, I opt for sitting on the coffee table in front of him so I can get a better view of him.

“How are you feeling, baby?” he asks as he pushes the hair away from my forehead and places a kiss there.

“Better. Almost like last night never happened.”

“Oh, but last night did happen.” He laughs.

“Don’t remind me.” I groan. I know I was a hot mess, but I can’t bring myself to regret any of it. I had a blast. “I had fun, though. I really like Liz and Emily.”

I was sure I was going to say more, but I lose my train of thought when he takes the sheet I have wrapped around me and pulls it down and off my shoulders so it pools at my waist.

He doesn’t stop there. As soon as the sheet is gone, his hands go to my bare knees. “Yeah? They like you too,” he says conversationally, as if his hands aren’t creeping their way up my thighs, heading straight for my naked center. I gulp as he gets closer, but then he suddenly stops and my gaze shoots to his. He looks at me with an expectant look and with my horny induced mind, I can’t figure out why he’s waiting.

An answer! He wants to finish this conversation right now? Surely, there is a better time to do that. Whatever, I’ll do or say whatever if it will get his hand moving again.

“They do?” I ask, and the sex gods must be listening to my silent pleas because his hand begins to creep upwards again.

“Yeah, they only told me how much about a hundred times last night.”

“Oh…that’s nice,” I mumble right before his hands reach the top of my thighs. Sadly, he keeps moving his hand up until he reaches the hem of his t-shirt, the one I’m wearing. He wastes no time ridding me of it, leaving me completely bare to him.

The earlier conversation is long forgotten and the mood shifts dramatically. I know I’m about to finally get what I want, Phoenix making love to me, and the anticipation is driving me mad.

His hands go back to my legs and he spreads them apart. Phoenix and I have done other things, I’ve been exposed to him like this before, but it still doesn’t stop me from blushing.

“You are the most stunning woman I have ever laid eyes on.” I try to look at him as he says those beautiful words to me, but my eyes flutter close when he runs his finger from my throbbing clit down to my opening, where he slowly pushes in.

“Every time, it amazes me how fucking tight you are. And you’re always so wet and ready for me. I can’t wait to feel your heat wrapped around my cock.”

I moan out as his finger quickens its pace, thrusting in and out of me. “Does it feel good, birdie?”

“Yesss,” I hiss as my back arches. I can feel the most delicious climax coming.

“You gonna come for me, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes! Oh yes!” I cry as wave after wave of thrilling desire rocks through me. I’m gripping the side of the table so hard, I’m sure my knuckles are white. “Phoenix,” I cry out over and over again.

“Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Give it all to me. Come all over my hand.” I don’t have a chance to come down completely from my high before he grabs my waist and lifts me up, then sets me on his lap.

I grab his face with my hands and smash my lips to his. “God, baby. I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispers against my lips, “dreaming of the night that I finally get to own every part of you.”

Goosebumps rise on my skin when his hand glides up my spine until he reaches the base of my neck, where he grabs a fistful of my hair hard enough to have control of me, but not enough to hurt.

I whimper in delight when he bites my neck, then licks it. “You going to let me, baby? You going to let me own this pussy?” He reaches in his pajama pants, pulls out his hard penis, and rubs the head between my pussy lips.

It feels too good to answer, so I settle for nodding my head.

“Answer me, Caroline,” he demands.

“Yes, Phoenix, please,” I cry out.

My guess was he would lay me down on the couch or carry me to the bedroom, but he surprises and horrifies me when he grabs my waist to lift me up then slowly lowers me down on his cock.

The feeling of finally having him inside me, filling me so completely, is sensational, but I’ve never been on top before, I’ve never been in control, and I’m petrified that I won’t have a clue what to do.

I don’t have to worry long. It’s almost as if Phoenix can sense that I’m internally freaking out about this. His hands don’t leave my waist. He leaves them there and helps guide me up and down on his erection. First at a slow pace, so painfully slow, but from the groan he emits into the air, he still enjoys it.

It’s no time at all before I’m comfortable enough to quicken the pace. “Shit, baby, that feels so good,” he growls. I arch and throw my head back when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

It’s the mix of what he does and says to me, and the fact that finally, after all this time of waiting, praying, and hoping for this moment, this night is happening. It’s everything I’ve hoped for that has me so close to the edge of ecstasy.

He releases my nipple with a pop before saying, “You have never looked so beautiful as you do right now, Caroline. On top of me, riding, your skin bright with your last release and seconds away from giving me another.”

“Oh, Phoenix…I-I’m so close,” I whimper.

“I can feel it, baby. You’re so tight. Let go, sweetheart. Let go and give it to me!” His command is my undoing. I let go, calling out his name the entire time.

I’m vaguely aware of him lifting me as he stands and walks us toward his bedroom, keeping us connected the entire way. No words are exchanged. He just sucks and kisses my neck until we reach the bedroom doorway.

He doesn’t stop. He heads straight for the bed and lays me down in the center of it. Then he lies down on top of me. “The moment I met you, I knew this would be us one day. I tried to deny it at first, but it was inevitable. This was meant to be us.” He groans as he thrusts in and out of me.

I use my feet to push his pants down the rest of the way and off his feet before wrapping my legs around his waist and scratching down his back. If the way he begins pounding inside of me is any indication, this turns him on.

“Baby, give me one more. I’m so close. I want to let go together,” he moans in my mouth. I can feel the tightening in the bottom of my stomach, and the feeling is so strong it’s almost scary.

I squeeze my eyes closed as the strongest sensations rock through me. I lose all control of my reaction. “Oh my God!” I call out.

“Hell yes! I’m coming, sweetheart, I’m coming,” he shouts as he shoots hot spurts of semen inside me.

Once our breathing has evened, he rolls me to my side and pulls me into him. “Damn, baby. I knew it was going to be amazing, but that was just too much for words,” he says in my ear.

I’m so tired that I find it hard to keep my eyes open, but I still make a move to go wash up in the bathroom. “Where are you going?” he asks, tightening his hold on me.

“To clean up?”

“No. You’re right where you belong. We’ll both clean up tomorrow morning…together.”

“Okay,” I say instantly through a yawn.

“Go to sleep, love.” He chuckles.

I’m already halfway there, which is why I so foolishly speak my thoughts.

“Night, Phoenix. I love you.”