Finding Forever - REVISED

Chapter 6: Finding a New Religion

I feel a tug on my arm while I am sliding it up his muscular chest. I turn my head to find my friend, Rachel, doing the adult drunk girl version of a toddler's pee-pee dance. One stop to the ladies' room and four more tequila shots later and I still cannot drown out the endless loop playing in my head. I never knew that three simple words could destroy my world until I heard Sasha saying she is pregnant by Skull. Sasha's pregnancy confession napalms the hell out of my 8 years relationship. I don't realize that my happy face mask has slipped into Rachel is shoving another shot at me.

"Hooker stop it!! Drink this shot and let's have fun!"

"Here's to hoping the 8th shot is a charm".

"Shit just got real. Don't turn around but the Four Horsemen are headed our way".

Just what I need to make my hellish night complete. My clit tease, a.k.a. He Who Should Not Be Named, is leading the pack headed my way with a look of determination in his eyes. I am not drunk enough to handle this. I successfully avoided Reaper tonight and had plans to keep doing it for the foreseeable future. Hell at least until I figure out if I can give him what he wants, all of me. If I am honest with myself, he haunts my dreams and makes my body crave things that it should not.

Power walking to the VIP section to get our stuff is a challenge when the floor looks like it is moving with every step.

"Angel!"

Reaper's voice is like a sensual caress against my skin. My panties are wet just at the sound of his voice. It triggers the memories of his skilled tongue and fingers playing my body like an instrument. I give myself a pep talk to keep my feet moving in the opposite direction, don't turn around keep walking like you don't hear him.

Grabbing my things I turn around to find a 6'6 wall of determined man blocking my way spitting out orders as if he rules the world.

"Vanquish, take Rachel home. Jake, give me the keys to the cage Angel is coming with me. Drive my bike carefully. One scratch and I will take it out your ass. You feel me?"

I can't help but to feel empowered at the sound he makes when he finally catches the front view of my dress. He drags a finger across my exposed mid drift and runs it to its partner located directly under my right breast. I feel my nipples harden at his touch. Well there goes my plans for keeping my legs close. My inner slut is doing cart wheels celebrating because the drought is over. The hussy just knows we are about to get some dick.

Biting my lip, I take a chance to look into his eyes to see if he is as affected by the seemingly innocent touch as much as I am. If his heated eyes simmering with need are anything to go by my night just got a hell of a lot better.

I step into his touch as if daring him to not stop and take what he wants. If I am going to go the hell for sleeping with him I might as well as enjoy the journey.

"Angel, how much have you had to drink?"

I take another step towards him and trap his hand between our bodies to whisper in his ear, "enough that I am flirting with being drunk, but not enough that I do not know what I am doing".

I reach between us to run my hand down his impressive length. I feel it twitch in my hand and I know I have him right where I want him.

"Baby girl, do you know what you are doing?"

"Yes, sir".

He reacts as if these two words flip his switch. He wraps his hands in my hair and kisses me as if he is searing the moment into his memory. He takes my hand and navigates me through the sea of bodies to the front door. His long strides eat up the distance to the cage and he quickly deposits me inside.