"Oh, I haven't met him, face to face, but he has a reputation … and he likes to use it."
I wonder what he means. Maybe Damion uses his fame to pick up girls. Not that he needs to. And I know for a fact that Damion hates that part of his job the most. The fame - not the girls. They all do - Logan, Jackson, Enrique …
"I'm going to look for Jason," Ren says, "You and Chloe can get to know each other a little. Maybe you'll even become best friends. That would be awesome."
Yeah. Not going to happen.
As soon as he's gone, I excuse myself as politely as I can manage, to go get another fruity drink. How can Ren be friends with those people? I'm not sure who's worse … Jason or Chloe. The girl is still standing at the table where I left her. I'm not going back.
Nope. I need to find Kiara. Fast.
I scan the room. No luck. Maybe she's in the games room.
I side-step a few times, trying to avoid bumping into someone, and walk into my uncle's man cave, just to find Damion shooting some balls all alone.
"You stalking me?" I ask pointing a finger at him.
"I could ask the same question since I was here first." Again with that freaking smirk. He's wearing faded jeans that look annoyingly good on him. As he leans over to take a shot, those designer jeans slip low, revealing an inch of orange CK trunks and a sliver of smooth flesh, not to mention the hint of prime male ass.
"Have you seen Kiara?"
"I'm not her keeper, am I?" OMG, he will drive me to murder. He sinks a ball in the right corner pocket.
Someone staggers through the door, holding onto the walls. It's Jason. He stops right in front of me and it takes him a few minutes to register who I am. He blinks his bloodshot eyes several times and then a smile appears on his drunken face.
"Oh, hi beautiful." He tries to stand up straight but falls forward onto me, his hand awkwardly grabbing hold of my boob.
"I warn you, Steward, keep your hands off her!" An angry growl erupts from somewhere and Jason flies back to hit the wall with a loud thud. He struggles to get up and glares at Damion, now standing between us. The biker seems tense.
Jason swings from side to side, steps forward, and focuses on Damion's face. He points a shaky finger right at the biker's nose.
"I'm not scared (hic) … of you anymore." He slurs his words and with drunken bravado shoves Damion, pushing him with both hands. Jason falls against the table, but Damion stays rigid. He doesn't move an inch.
"And you can (hic) … stick your threats (burp) … up your ass … you can't … you can not tell me what (hic) …. what to do … I … I am not … scare me …" He sloshes his words around.
He's not making any sense. He must be drunker than I thought. He launches a pathetic punch aimed at Damion's face who dodges it with ease.
"Fuck this." A fist flies out and hits Jason square on the jaw. He hits the wall again and slides down into a sitting position - man down.
I step back, bump into the table, and start to lose my balance. Strong hands grasp my middle, keeping me upright. Straight against his body.
"What was that about? You just hit the guy! Not that I don't like it, 'cause I do. He deserved it." I'm babbling.
That BEAST smirk turns into a cocky grin that he knows is sexy as hell. He knows exactly what he's doing to my libido. I mean he's been trained or schooled to get under a girl's skin and into her pants …
A voice in the back of my head tells me to push away and run, but my body doesn't listen and that gland in my brain is starting up.
"Stop doing that," I can't let him see how he affects me. I won't let him play with me and my heart again.
"What?" His cocky grin now turns even sexier and his eyes, oh boy, don't even get me started with that. It's those damn vampire eyes. Maybe I should start wearing Vervain.
"That thing you're doing with your eyes! It might work with other girls, but I find it annoying!" Annoyingly sexy that is.
"Really?"
"Yes, not everybody thinks you're hot, you know." His grin gets even bigger. It's as if he knows I'm lying. And that's unsettling.
"I never had complaints before, but good to know! I'll put that in my confidence-building speech." He pulls me so close that my breasts are squashed against his chest, and I'm sure he can feel my hard nipples through both our clothes. I tilt my head up to him, his eyes trapping me and I can't move, my heart beating so hard I swear it's going to explode.
He cradles me between his legs, moving his hips against mine while pushing me up against the pool table. So many times have I dreamed about experiencing feelings exactly like this, utterly consumed by somebody, sparks flying … but why does it have to be HIM?
The look in his eyes is a combination of danger and trouble, and it's so intense it terrifies me. With one hand, he tucks my hair behind my ear, moving his fingers to stroke my neck. A shiver moves down my body and causes an aching feeling between my thighs. A soft moan escapes my lips and I bite my lower lip, preventing another sound from slipping past it. I want him to do all the terrible things to my body that I've read about. He licks his lips and I want to move my hand and push my fingers through his hair, but instead, I just press my palms against his chest. Then he places his forehead against mine and inhales deeply.
"You're mine, Mel Blackburn. You just don't have any idea what you're doing … " His voice is husky and soft.
"Mel, you in here?" Kiara calls from just outside the door, interrupting him. Damion quickly removes his hands, leaving me feeling both cold and hot at the same time. And the recoil hits me so hard that I need to steady myself against the pool table just to not fall to the ground.
Clearly, my hypothalamus is suddenly working a little too well, damn gland. I almost kissed the devil. And now I'm feeling euphorically sick.
Kiara enters the room, followed by my brothers. They don't look too surprised to see Jason lying limp against the wall - and they don't ask.
Damion pushes past everybody without saying a word.
At the exit, he bumps into Ren and Chloe.
Without warning, he grabs a surprised Ren, holding his shirt collar in a tight grip.
"I'm not scared of you, dude!" Ren grumbles, a strange light in his eyes. His body seems tense, contradicting his words.
"You should be, DUDE," Damion says calmly and removes his hands slowly. He wipes some imaginary dust from Ren's shoulder.
"You should be." He lightly slaps Ren's cheek with his palm a few times before he storms off. Chloe chases after him.
"I've got it," Axel says and leaves. I'm not sure what he has.
"What's wrong with Damion?" Kiara asks.
"I guess he just doesn't like assholes!" Jackson's eyes are on me hanging onto the pool table for dear life, my legs too wobbly to stand on.