Uncontrollable (18 page)

 “Watch me.” She pushes the bedroom door open with
force, and I hear a thud followed by a mumbled, “Fuck.”

Then I hear Angel speak. “Why the hell were you
that close to the door? We were yelling for Christ’s sake.”

 I walk through the door and see Parker holding his
nose in his hand. I try to hide my laughter with a cough.

 “Fuck you, man,” he says wincing.

I shrug. “You shouldn’t have been listening.” I
then turn and run after her, ignoring the look of sympathy on everyone’s face.

CHAPTER TEN

I’m walking down the hallway
to Missy’s room when I hear the door to our room open and close, and I let out
a sigh. I didn’t think Slade was going to let me go that easily. I spin around
and drop my bag as I see him stalking toward me. He stops a few steps in front
of me and places his hands in his front pockets again.

“Look, I’m sorry for getting you and your phone
wet.”

I notice he doesn’t apologize for starting the
fight. “Are you going to apologize for starting that fight?” I arch an eyebrow.

 “No,” he says with no remorse.

“Slade?” I snap.

He releases a sigh. “Do we really need to have this
talk again?”

“What talk?” I place my hands on my hip.

He smirks. “The one where I remind you that I’m
possessive and overly protective of you? Why would I apologize for that?”

 My hands fall to my side, and I release a long
breath. “So what, he looked at my tits? He wasn’t touching me, and if he would
have, I would have punched him myself. You could have gone to jail tonight, Slade.”
I turn away from him and rub the back of my neck. “They weren’t going to let me
follow you. How long would I have had to stay in town until they released you?
All because some homeless guy looked at my tits. It’s not like I flashed him or
he tried to grope them.” I stop talking and turn to face him again.

 That smirk still on his beautiful face as his blue
eyes stare at mine.

 “What?” I ask.

He closes the space between us and places his arms
around my waist. “I’m only buying you thick, knitted sweaters for now on,” he
says softly.

 I give a little laugh. “I’m afraid even those
can’t hide these.” I lift my hands and cup my breasts. I never thought having
larger breasts would be a problem.

 “True.” He reaches up and places a hand on top of
my breasts and slowly runs his hand down the curve of my breasts before giving
it a little squeeze.

 He pulls his hand away and looks at me. “Are we
okay?” he asks with concern in his voice.

His questions catches me off guard. “What do you
mean?” I ask slowly.

“Are
we
okay?” he repeats and then looks
down at my bag.

 “You think I was leaving you?” I ask somewhat
shocked.

 He tightens his arms around me and places his
forehead on mine. “That’s my greatest fear, Angel. That one day you are going
to wake up and realize I’m not the person you want or need. Hell, you’ve never
needed me.”

 “That’s not true,” I whisper. “I know our
relationship isn’t perfect, but I will never leave you, Slade.”

 “You love me?” he asks quietly.

“More than anything.” I reach up wrapping my arms
around his neck.

He lowers his lips down to mine and gives me a soft
kiss. I deepen the kiss as his hands travel down over my ass, and he lifts me
up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he walks us back down the hallway,
stopping in front of the door to our suite. He fumbles with the key in the
door. Finally someone opens the door for us, and I pull away just long enough
to look at Parker still holding his nose like the pussy he is. “Grab my bag,” I
bark before my lips are back on Slade’s.

 He carries me into our room and tosses me onto the
bed. “I think you hurt his feelings for snapping at him,” he says with a
chuckle.

 I try to shrug, but it’s hard to when laying down.
“He shouldn’t have been listening to our fight.”

My legs hang off the side of the bed, and he grabs
them as he positions himself between them as he stands looking down at me.
“Know the best part about wearing wet clothes?”

 I shake my head smiling. “What?”

 He places his hand under my shirt and starts to
push it up my body. “Getting to take them off and take a shower.”

I smile as I lift up, letting him pull it up over
my head. He leans down and places his lips on mine. It’s a kiss of desperation.
He places his hands on my face. I pull away taking a deep breath, and his lips
automatically go to my neck. “Slade,” I breathe as my fingers try to work on
the button of his jeans.

Someone knocks on our bedroom door. “What?” Slade
snaps in my ear, and I pull away.

 His hands drop to his side, and he takes a deep
breath.

“Your father is on the phone for you.” I hear
Parker’s voice from the other side of the door.

Slade’s shoulders slump. “Tell him I’ll call him
back.”

“He said now,” Parker’s voice continues.

 “Why is your father calling you?” I ask curious.

He runs a hand through his hair. “Because I’m sure
Parker’s father called him and informed him about us almost getting arrested.”

“Oh,” I say quietly.

He nods his head and then exits the bedroom.

Well, I do need a shower. I get out of bed and make
my way to our bathroom to start getting ready for the evening.

“There,” I say, giving
Missy the finishing touches on her makeup. “Now before you look at yourself in
the mirror, go ahead and put your dress and heels on,” I suggest, reaching over
to her dress and handing it to her. She looks up at me with a big smile on her
face.

 “Oh wait,” I say holding up my finger. “You’ll
need your glasses,” I say looking around for them.

“No I don’t. I got contacts,” she exclaims
excitedly.

 “Do you already have them in?” I ask getting
closer to look at her blue eyes.

 She laughs at me like I’m crazy. “Yes. I didn’t
wear them today while we were out shopping but when we got back from playing
cards I put them in.” She blinks a few times.

 “Are they comfortable?” I ask.

 “They were a little hard to get used to but not
too bad. I can barely tell they are in now.” She stands as she puts her arms
through her dress. I stand behind her to help her get it on without messing up
her hair.

 Once it is over her head I place my fingers in her
hair and try to give her curls some volume.

 She spins around to face me, and I can’t help but
smile. She looks absolutely beautiful. I gave her eyes the smoky look and left
her lips nude. Her dirty blond hair falls in big curls down over her shoulders,
and she has the biggest smile on her face.

 “How do I look?” she asks before she spins around
in a tight circle. Her dress is black and covered with a layer of sparkles.
It’s comes to mid-thigh. The front comes up high and the back scoops down showing
off the top of her back.

 “You look beautiful,” I say with a proud smile. I
take a step toward her and grab her hands. “But just so you know, Missy. You
didn’t need all this makeup, dress, and the contacts to make you look
beautiful.”

 She looks down at the floor and then back up to
me. “Thank you,” is all she says before she pulls her hands out of mine and
walks into her bathroom. Within seconds she is screaming her thanks as she
comes running out with that huge smile back on her face.

 “Now let’s go to your room so you can get ready,”
she says grabbing her purse. “Are the guys in your room?” she asks.

 I don’t know why, but our room has somehow become
the hangout room.

“They already left for the clubs,” I answer as we
exit her room and head toward mine.

“Man, these bitches are
crazy here,” Parker says as he sits down at our table carrying drinks for all
of us.

This is like the fifth bar we have visited since we
arrived in Las Vegas, and it is just as extravagant as the others. Big dance
floors, two stories tall with a balcony on the top level. Music pounding and
the strobe lights flashing. It’s actually starting to bother me. I finally feel
old once in my life.

 “What happened? Get a piece of ass while you were
getting the drinks?” Tate asks with a smile.

“I wish,” he responds. “I just saw a girl down a
shot that was lit up in flames.” His light brown eyes bug out. “It was hot as
fuck. Made me want to set my dick on fire so she can
blow
it out. Get
it?” He laughs at his joke.

We laugh.

 “Speaking of blow—” Tate asks taking his drink
from him. “How was the girl you took back to your room last night?”

 “In the sex department, she wasn’t all that great.
Now when it came to sucking my dick? I could have had her just do that all
night. But I like to consider myself a giver.” He smiles at himself before
looking at me. “She wanted Slade to join us.”

 I shake my head. “That wasn’t going to happen,” I
say before taking a drink of my beer.

 “Fuck that bullshit. You can be honest around us.
You know you wanted to join us. It would have been like old times. Remember
Jeanine Baker?” He turns to Tate. “We met that bitch at a Halloween party our
senior year in high school. She let me fuck her from behind while Slade fucked
her mouth.” He sighs leaning back in his seat. “That bitch was perfect.”

I remember that night very clearly. We were drunk,
and I was horny as fuck. “She sucked at giving head,” I retort. “My dick hurt
for days from her fucking teeth.”

“Well, like I said. The girl last night was a pro
at it.”

 Josh laughs. “What was her name again?”

 Parker just shrugs. “I didn’t fucking care to
ask.”

 “I think it was Sprinkles. Sparkles.” Tate shrugs.
“Doesn’t really matter,” he states.

“Exactly!” Parker throws his arm over Tate’s
shoulder. “So glad I have someone here who looks at things like I do.” He
smiles then looks out over the club. “Who we gonna take home tonight?” he
voices rhetorically.

It takes him two seconds to point his finger at
some unlucky lady.

“Holy shit! That chick is fucking hot. I want her!”
Parker announces edging toward the end of his seat.

“Hell yes she is.” Tate nods his head of approval.

 I turn my head to see a blonde wearing a short
tight black dress that seems to have some kind of sparkles on it. You couldn’t
miss her, the lights in the club bounce off of her dress and her blond hair.

“Slade would you fuck her?” Parker looks at me,
referring to the pretty blonde on the dance floor.

 I raise an eyebrow. “I’m engaged.”

“If you weren’t,” he asks annoyed.

“No.” My answer makes him sigh.

I’m not going to humor him. Would I back in the
day? Absolutely! But do I look at her now and think ‘man, I wanna take that
home and bend her over’?
Hell no.

Tate leans over the table and looks her over a few
more times with a smile on his face. “I’d fuck her,” he says sitting back in
his seat.

 Parker jumps up from his seat and looks down at
us. “Well I’m going in since all you pussies are just going to stare. Don’t you
guys remember how to use your dicks?” He turns away from us and shakes his head
to himself.

I lean back in my chair and laugh. “Doesn’t he know
we don’t have to chase our pussy?” I ask with a laugh as I lift my beer to my
lips.

I lean up pulling my phone out of my pocket when I
feel it vibrate.

 
Angel:
Just arrived at the Gallery Night
Club. When we leave here I will call you so we can all meet up.