Scornfully Yours (Torn Series) (27 page)

“Let me just grab my clutch then I’m all set to go,” I muttered as I walked past him and my senses went in hysterics when I got a whiff of that fucking shower gel that he uses. I almost stopped,
almost
. I just wanted to drown in that sexy fucking smell. I am such a basket case. How the hell am I going to get through the rest of the night if I all I can think about is Bass fucking Cole?

Once I got to the barstool where my clutch sat, I stared at it while my thoughts rampaged on. I was seriously losing it…

I almost fucking moaned when Bass touched the side of my hip and asked, “Everything okay, Em?”

NO! It’s not okay. My body seemed to be wired with a crazy amount of sexual energy and all I can think about is fucking you until I couldn’t take it anymore! No, nothing is okay.

“Yes, let’s go.”

Lying, I seem to have acquired it with ease lately. I was never a fan of it. But it seems that lately, it was my cover up. I guess each person has their own limit with honesty.

I think I’ve just reached mine.

“Emma, how is Bass in the sack?” The hot brunette asked me, giggling.

I think she was dating Bass’s friend, Stan…Stud…
Stew?
Meh, I don’t remember. Bass introduced to me a lot of people tonight and I didn’t manage to grasp any of their names.

“I heard he’s a beast! I heard Sheila’s friend, Masie, actually spent a night with him at some hotel. She said Bass fucked Masie four times in one night. I’m so jealous of you, Emma,” The blonde honey-eyed chick said.

“Yeah, he surely is a beast,” I giggled back. Here I go again lying. I found that there was no point in trying to rationalize with these women when I arrived with Bass tonight. It seems that in Hollywood, once a woman arrives (or is seen) with a sought after actor anywhere, it’s a given that they’re sexxxing it up.

So, in my champagne/tequila/vodka muddled head, I was
owning
Bass. Ah, being drunk, it’s the best way to dream!

These girls that were introduced to me by Bass earlier were actually fun, a dumdum kind of fun. All they talk about was Hollywood, plastic surgery, gossip and hot men. In my semi-coherent state, I don’t remember their names and yet I’ve been hanging out with them for two hours or so, I think. I just call them (in my head) the pretty blonde, hot brunette, so-so redhead and goldilocks.

My gurgling laughter died when my eyes darted across the club and saw a girl trying to get Bass’s attention. I didn’t think twice before I got up and excused myself and strode towards the ‘close’ duo. The woman looked like some hot vamped up Latina and the more I got closer, she was a knock-out. I fumed and stopped right in between them.

“Emma,” Bass uttered, a little surprised that I was being bold towards him.

“Dance with me Bass,” I ordered and grabbed his hand.

The vamped up woman pulled my hand away from holding Bass’s.

Nah, uh.

She. Just. Did. Not. Do. That! “Bitch! Back the fuck off! He’s mine!”

The stupid bitch smile, “No, he’s not. He’s single. I know
this
because we hooked up two nights ago.”

Sunday, the night where Carter handed me my phone back. The stupid bitch looked smug as hell when she saw how her words affected me.

Stupid bitch can go fuck herself! “Choose, Bass. It’s her
or
me.” I started tapping my foot again as I simmered some more.
What if Bass chooses her?
Ah, fuck. I didn’t think that far!

Before Bass could answer, the stupid bitch spoke, “Who the hell are you? Are you like some random psycho who wants to get it on with an actor? I think you should start with the Z-list ones and not head straight like a piranha with the A-listers.”

I was about to retaliate when Bass pulled me towards the dance floor, but before he did, he managed to holler at the stupid bitch, “Don’t ever talk to me again, Cassandra. Emma is
not
on any alphabetical list. She is on
The
List
.”

Bass took me to the other side of the dance floor, and shoved me up against the wall. I knew the music was thumping but I had no clue what song was on or that there were a lot of people around us. The dance floor was packed, but all I noticed was Bass’s searing, blistering gaze.

“I think you should stop with the Mojitos, Emma. You’re clearly wasted already.”

I sneered, yes, I certainly did. “Well, if you weren’t busy flirting with all the women here, I wouldn’t have made a scene.”

He leaned closer, both hands on the sides of my head, as he whispered in my ear, “You’re off limits, Emma. You made it that way.” His hot breath made me shiver.  I closed my eyes and devoured his scrumptious aroma.

God, help me. I didn’t know anymore.

Bass pressed his hot body on mine, his heart beating erratically against mine. I moved closer and nestled my nose on his neck. My nose slid up and down and I felt him shiver. Since I was going crazy, I went even further. I stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked the base of his neck and stopped in the middle and bit into it while my hand went inside his shirt and clawed his back, wanting him close.

“Emma…you’re killing me here,” Bass spoke in between hissing and moaning.

“How do you like it Bass? Hard and rough? Nice and slow? Or fast and delirious?” I whispered against his ear.

Yep! I am past drunk. This was ludicrous.

Bass groaned as he pushed his hardened state on my hips. “I want you… I want all of you. I want your hot body on my bed, wide open and ready. Your cunt will be annihilated. Your sweet little pussy will be destroyed. I will not stop until your tight pussy is ravaged and weeping with wetness…and you screaming for me to stop because you couldn’t take anymore.”

Need I say that my silk thong was soaked? Need I say that I am going bat-shit crazy with horniness?

“Bass…I want you.”

Bass pulled a bit away from me, body still connected to mine, while his eyes pierced mine. His azure eyes darkened as his saw my overtly wanton face.

“Be with me, then, Emma. Just say the word and I’m yours.”

“I don’t know if I can.” Nor will I ever be ready to be yours. With Carter, it’s lust and love. But with Bass,
it’s lust
…and…the entire goddamn dictionary. It’s complex and enthralling but it frightens me. I don’t know if I would ever be ready for that kind of terrifying possession.

He bit his bottom lip then looked to his right as he processed what I just told him. Bass huffed out a breath. Composing himself, he gave me a bright smile, “I just had to try one more time, I guess.” He gave me a quick peck and grabbed my hand, “Come on! Let’s go and join our party.”

And so we did party. The entire time Bass avoided touching me. When other random girls came up to get a picture with him, he obliged them. When they wanted to dance with him, he gladly went. When they flirted and touched him, he didn’t stop them. And so, the jealous biatch that I am (but have no fucking right to be) lavished on some delicious Mojitos. I wanted get drunk and just pass the fuck out. I didn’t want to think about Bass anymore. Of course, it was short-lived, but it was worth it.

“Can you manage to get out of the car?” Bass opened his door, stopping before getting out and asked me. We were back at his house and parked right outside his four-car garage door.

I just groaned. “Suure, I’m a pro. Just you watch.” Well, I haven’t been this drunk ever in my life, but sure? Why the hell not? It’s only walking, right?

I opened the door and stepped right out and my head started to spin.
Whoops!
I leaned over the hood of his sports car and took off my shoes. The engine was hot on my butt and I just wanted to stay there awhile.
It felt good
, I sighed satisfyingly. Drunk, tired, confused and so messed up, I laid my body back on top of the hot-hooded engine. I smiled as I closed my eyes. 
Yes
, this feels definitely better.

I heard Bass’s footsteps and he stopped before me, somewhere close. He cleared his throat, “Em, you can’t sleep there. That’s not a bed.” Bass was clearly amused.

Whatever, go away! “I don’t like you right now,
Bass
-boy,
Bass
-kill,
Bass
-hole,
Bass
-tard!” I mumbled but cracked a small smile.

Since my legs were slightly parted, Bass swiftly planted himself in between them while both of his hands caressed my legs. Ah, damn it! “I love this drunk you. It’s very entertaining.”

Blah, whatever, just stop touching my legs will you…not?

I bucked when his hands went higher and his thumbs caressed the inner lining of my thong. Sweet…sweet mother of mercy…

“Can I kiss you?” Bass whispered to me. That certainly made my eyes snap open.

Oh.

Hell.

No.

…Yes?

Since I didn’t have the guts to look at him, I stared at the twinkling stars above me. Possibly asking for my mind back…or forgiveness? I wasn’t too sure. “Um, I thought you didn’t want to kiss me?”

“Not those lips, Emma.”

I think…I just lost my ability to breathe.

Did he just ask me…

If…

He could go down on me?

His thumb was now slowly lifting the side bands of my underwear. “Emma,” Hearing my name uttered from Bass’s lips with such raw intensity became my undoing. I let out a loud moan when both of his thumbs caressed my soaked mound.

“God, your cunt is drowned in your hot juices,” Bass hissed as his thumb slid up and down my folds while the other thumb rubbed my nub. I bit my lip and whimpered. Imagine my shock when he completely took those sinful thumbs away. I sat up, dazed and confused.  My world stopped spinning when I found his eyes.

Bass gave me a devilish smile while he traced his thumb on his lips and licked it.

I swallowed.
Hell,
could he be any sexier?

“I want more of those succulent juices, Emma.” 

Speechless, I stared agog. I stuck out my tongue and licked my sudden dry lips.

I want to…God, I wanted to say yes. But I can’t. Carter.

“You know I can’t, Bass.”

He grazed his thumb on the tip of my bottom lip. “You’re such a sweet temptation. You just have enough mixture of sweetness and feistiness. I can’t help but desire you.”

I touched his and cradled his palm and kissed it inside. “I like you too much, Bass. I feel what you feel. But in a twisted way, my heart is with Carter.”

“If Carter is the one that makes you happy then I wish you all the happiness, Emma.”

Why did I have the urge to cry? It felt like someone was pressing down on my chest and I was having a hard time breathing.

Out of the blue, Bass plucked me off of the hood and carried me towards the house. I was grateful that he did because I don’t have the energy to climb the stairs.

Once we got to his bedroom, he slowly undressed me. “Bass, I don’t know about this.”

“I won’t cop a feel, I promise. I just want you to feel comfortable, is that agreeable to you?” His eyes sought mine and I fought back the urge to capture his lips.