All This Time by Marie Wathen Read Free Book Online Page B

Decks has his birthday present neatly tucked
under his arm and is no longer eye fucking me. Thank you baby Jesus. After
a few minutes of chaotic chatter about an after party they elect to crash
Lourdes’ place since she failed to show for her brother’s birthday celebration.
    But
have you ever heard that little saying, “Speak of the devil and up he jumps”?
Ah, yeah, that just happened. In a blazing red Nicole Miller dress and some
“every bitch wishes she had these” red Jimmy Choos heels, Lourdes sashays her pompous ass straight over to our table.
    “No
kiss for the birthday boy?” Decks teases and everyone
at our table laughs.
    “Move,”
Lourdes demands haughtily, glowering down at him while angrily pushing hair
behind her ear.
    She
stands hovering above all her peasants, waiting for Decks to vacate the chair
sitting on the outside of our booth, especially designated for him tonight.
Obeying his Queen, Decks scoots into our already packed booth, pulling his date
onto his lap and cramming Russ tighter against me. Instantly Lourdes spots me
and lifts a professionally arched and contemptuous eyebrow. Obviously no one
informed the Queen that I didn’t run away after our initial meeting.
    “Rad,”
Lourdes purrs, boring holes through me. “Isn’t vanilla last month’s flavor?”
    Russ
draws me against his chest, placing a kiss against the corner of my mouth.
“Vanilla is my favorite flavor,” he tells her and the guys whoop their
approval. The scowl on her face is priceless.
    Honestly,
I can’t imagine anything making me happier. At this precise moment, fate
becomes my newest adversary, deciding to have the last laugh at my expense. In
all his divine essence, the sex-god graces our booth, dropping a kiss against
the cheek of the Queen herself. Lifting her hand up, Lourdes cups his face and
he draws her body tightly against him, pressing his still swollen lips against
her collagen injected ones. She drapes her arms around his wide shoulders as
his hands slip around her thin waist. He drives his tongue through the slit of
her lips and she responds dancing with the chaotic rhythm he is creating.
    I
am a fucking voyeur. Watching him claim ultra bitch in front of everyone in
the club has me regretting my earlier statement. Right this very minute I would
be happiest if I was the bitch in those red Jimmy Choos .
I’m disgusted by the jealousy twisting in my gut.
    Heavy
panting makes Lourdes voice thick when she purrs, “E, don’t kiss me like that
in public. I already told you PDA is not my thing.” E, as she so affectionately
calls him, flinches at her tone. Lourdes doesn’t notices his reaction because
she quickly snatches a mirror from her purse to check her lipstick. What a
bitch! “But we’ll most certainly revisit it again once we get back to your
place.”
    “My
man,” Decks stands and shakes E’s hand, “Sweet sounds from the blues king for
my birthday. I’m touched. In fact, I think I might have shed a tear.” E only
nods back.
    Russ
slides his mouth against my ear, which any other time would have repulsed me,
but I’m still so entranced by E that I barely hear him until he shouts my name.
    “Angel?”
    Forcing
my attention away from E and turning toward Russ who has a shit-eating grin
spread clear across his face, I whine, “What?”
    “You’re
staring.”
    “Shut
up!” I growl softly, my eyes drifting back to E.
    “And
drooling,” Russ chuckles riotously.
    “I
swear to all that is holy,” I glare at Russ after searching the table and
failing to find a utensil sharp enough to cut him, “if you say one more fucking
word…” I don’t need to finish that threat. Leaning away from me in a flash,
Russ takes it seriously and shuts up.
    Everyone
at the table rises from their seats simultaneously and I grab Natalie on the
elbow before she can scoot out the other side. “What’s going on?”
    “After
party,” she replies, looking at me all wild-eyed, like I have something creepy
stuck