“HOLLY!” I shout over the music, but she doesn’t hear. “HOLLY!” I shout again, the anger in me growing each moment she looks at the motherfucker who should be up here, but is instead down there dancing with my woman. I give up the shouting. Even if she did hear me, the fucking minx probably wouldn’t stop.
“Sy, you can’t go down there.” Kadence tries to stop me but I don’t listen. Storming down the wooden staircase two stairs at a time, I whistle and finally get her attention. She falters for a moment, reading my anger and assessing what she’s going to do with it.
“Come here, now,” I mouth over the music. She doesn’t respond at first, her eyes moving up to the balcony of the VIP party, and then finding mine again. Yes, sweetheart. You’re meant to be up there with me. Slowly, a small smile plays on her lips, her grin growing the moment she sees just how pissed off I am.
“Now,” I mouth again, but this time my command doesn’t stop her. Lifting her hands she goes back to dancing next to a fucking clueless Jesse. Done with this game, I finish taking the stairs and push my way through the crowd.
She doesn’t see me; her back is to me as she continues to move her ass to the music, but I know she knows I’m there. Without skipping a beat, I take her hand and spin her around. I don’t watch for her reaction, just bend at the waist and pull her over my shoulder,
“Sy! What the hell are you doing?” she shrieks, hitting my back while I smack her tight ass. I keep my hand there making sure her dress doesn’t come up to flash any fucker her panties.
“Put me down, motherfucker,” she curses, trying to get out of my hold.
“Have I told you that your dirty mouth turns me on?” I taunt, ushering her through the crowd and ignoring all the looks.
“Sunshine, you’re going to ruin Jesse’s surprise.” She tries to wiggle out of my grasp, but I hold her tighter.
“He knows we’re up there, and if you don’t stop hitting me, I’m gonna slip my hand up this dress and slide my finger into your panties and every fucker in this club will see me finger fuck you. Do you want that?” I ask her. My cock wakes from its slumber at hearing my threat.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she seethes.
“Try me, baby,” I sneer, taking the steps two at a time.
“You’re embarrassing me, Sy,” she finally says when we get to the top of the stairs. Sliding her down my body, I bring her to a standing position and hold her in front of me.
“No, Holly. You’re embarrassing me,” I explain to her. “You want me to mark you to let every fucker in this club know you are mine?” I ask, feeling my temper rise.
“You know me, Sy. I like to dance. It doesn’t mean anything.” She tries to pass it off as nothing.
“I don’t give a fuck what you think is nothing. You fuckin' dance like that again, we are gonna have problems.”
“There is nothing wrong with my dancing,” she fights back, but I know she fucking knows that’s a lie.
“You want me to tell you what the fuck is wrong with your moves?” I ask, watching her.
“Oh, please. Enlighten me,” she starts throwing her attitude around. Taking her hand, I yank her to me, making her feel the hardness of my cock.
“Every fucker down there watching that little fucking show is hiding one of these,” I say, grabbing my cock for added effect. “The only time you dance like that is for me, in our bedroom, naked,” I threaten, waiting for her to mentally picture it.
“Whatever, Sy, you’re not the dancing police.” She pulls her hand back. Fuck me, she is a fucking pain in my ass.
“No, but I’m your fucking man and if I tell you to quit dancing or I'll spank you, you should listen.” She holds my gaze, anger dancing behind her beautiful blue eyes, but I can’t let her see me cave. I can’t let her know that I fucking love it when she argues, when she pushes me to the point of this reaction.
“Can I go back and get Jesse now?” she queries, ignoring my command, and I fucking love it.
“Not until you tell me you love me.” I pull her close to me.
“I don’t love you, you big bully,” she lies, but I can see the truth behind her lies.
“You want to try that answer again?” I pinch her tight ass, nudging her further into me.
“Fine. I love you, but hate your bossy, sexy ass.”
“You love my ass,” I tell her, knowing that for a fact.
“I do not love your ass. It’s too tight,” she says, turning and leaving me standing there with an annoyed cock.
“Not as tight as yours, baby,” I call back and watch as a mortified expression fills her features. “If you don’t be careful, your ass will be mine,” I call out, watching her race down the stairs to retrieve Jesse.
“You’re so pussy whipped,” Beau accuses behind me.
“Fuck off. I am not.” I sit down, trying to hide my semi-hard cock.
“I don’t know. I think he might be worse than Nix,” Brooks chimes in, sliding into the booth across from me. I don’t reply. Ignoring them is the best way to go in these situations.
“Everyone, he’s coming,” Kadence announces, standing from the chair and getting down low. I know this is meant to be a surprise party, but if the fucker already knows we’re all here then I’m not fucking hiding. “Sy, get down,” Kadence orders, but I don’t fucking listen. The asshole owes me an afternoon with my girl, and I plan to make him pay up.