Fate Interrupted by Kaitlyn Cross Read Free Book Online

him
with a faint whimper bursting from her lips. Her startled expression made him
regret the move. It was too much too soon, but he kept his arm around her just
the same.
    “What’s that?”
    She opened her
mouth to repeat her question, basking in his glow without pulling away.
    Sweet relief
swept over Dean like a cool ocean wave, instantly quenching any apprehension he
may have had. Her body heat flushed against his side, stealing his breath. There
was a stirring in his jeans as he waited for her to reply to a question he no
longer remembered asking. His eyes traveled from her eyes to her lips and back
again.
    She watched him in
silent wonder, her lips dangling in the air, her memory long abandoned by the
question. Her hand found his knee to stop herself from falling into him.
    They were so
close, he could feel her warm breath on his face and, yet, he had to get
closer. His hand curled around her hip and pulled. She moaned again, their eyes
dancing with the beat of their hearts. Bright lights jumped across their faces.
He opened his mouth, tasting her sweet lips before even making contact, his
erection searching for a way out of his jeans like a whale trapped beneath a
sheet of ice. He leaned in closer.
    “ Deano !”
    Dean looked up
just in time to see a girl with long black hair and blue eyes drop into his
lap, spilling his beer onto Evy’s jeans. “Whoa, Becky!” he cried out, trying to
regain control of his frosty beverage.
    Becky wrapped
her arms around Dean’s neck and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. He pushed
her away with his free hand while she painted him with a drunken grin. “Why
haven’t you come over to see me yet?”
    He tried his
best to control his annoyance at the rude interruption. It was all he could do
to keep from dumping her onto the floor with a double thud. “We just got here,”
he replied coolly, swapping glances with Evy as she gradually retreated down
the couch.
    Becky stuck her
head in-between them, blocking Dean’s view of the most beautiful thing he had
ever seen, demanding his full attention. “Aren’t I still your favorite
bartender?” She brushed an index finger across the tip of his nose. “ Boop !”
    An uneasy laugh
squirmed free as he twisted beneath her weight. “You know you are.”
    She buried her
head in his neck and inhaled his scent. He pushed her away and she pulled him
closer, kissing his neck and making him fidget. She leaned back and looked into
his eyes. “Then come dance with me while I’m on break,” she said, grinding her
curvy buttocks into his lap with the house music. Her eyes lit up. “Ooh,
someone’s happy to see me!”
    His face turned
as red as the glowing table. “I’m going to have to take a rain check on that,”
he said, trying to free his groin from her crushing attack.
    Her face fell,
turning a multitude of flashing colors.
    “I’m with
someone.”
    Creases snaked
through her fake-baked forehead. “Who?”
    He craned his
neck to look over her shoulder, his mouth opening to introduce her to Evy,
praying that Becky would play nice and make a graceful exit. His heart sank.
“Shit,” he said, scanning the empty couch and pushing Becky off him.
    She fell onto
the velvety cushions with a soft bounce, her startled eyes boring holes straight
through him. “Hey!” she bellowed, struggling to sit up.
    He pushed her
legs off of him and set his beer down on the table without looking at her again.
His round eyes scoured the large room as he waded through the thick crowd. He
cut through them like a warm knife, seeing Evy standing in the shadows against
a far wall only to find out it was someone else upon closer inspection. He saw
Jon bouncing up and down with the dark skinned girls in perfect rhythm. A
strobe light kicked in, making them move like stuttering robots as the song hit
its crescendo. The strobe cut out, releasing the crowd back into a flurry of
unbridled dancing. Jon looked up and raised a fist for Dean to bump. Dean
ignored him