The Last Betrayal (13 page)

He looks at me with something close to contempt, and my stomach drops. I feel myself sway on my feet as dizziness takes over. Whether it’s from the booze or from the way he’s looking at me, I don’t know.

“Lauren?” Champ questions, his facial features changing into what I can guess is worry.

“Don’t. Just leave me alone.” I put my hands up in front of me in a defensive pose. I turn on my heel and head toward the girls sitting at one of the wooden picnic benches.

“Lauren!” Champ calls out from behind me. I ignore him, after the look he just gave me I don’t want to be around him. I’ve never had a reason to be scared of him before until this moment. I don’t want to be scared with the partner I want share my life with. That’s not how I want to live.

“You okay?” Alexis asks, pulling at my arm to sit next to her.

“Yeah, I’m good. I don’t want to talk about it,” I grumble, leaning my head on my hands in front of me.

“I’m your best friend, Lauren, you tell me everything,” Alexis states firmly, throwing an arm around my shoulders.

I sigh and groan simultaneously, before looking at my best friend who has a comforting look on her face. My stomach plummets, knowing she’s not going to leave this alone.

“Champ just gave me a look of contempt, it was either that or hatred.” There I said it. I look away from Alexis when her face contorts into rage.

“What the actual fuck? What the hell have you done wrong?” she screeches, her arm disappearing from my shoulders and into the air.

“Because of the way I spoke to him in front of the other Crusaders.” I shrug it off. I haven’t the energy to deal with this shit tonight.

How do you go from having an amazing time, to feeling like utter shit the next? I’ve never had so many damn hormones flying through my system at the same time before.

I know I won’t be able to stay mad with Champ for long. He’ll do the puppy dog eye shit that he always does when we argue and flex his muscles a little, effectively turning me into a pile of goo on the floor. He knows how to work me. I just have to keep my distance for a few hours.

“Let’s get another drink. I need to be inebriated enough to forgo the puppy dog bullshit he’ll probably pull later.” I stand from my seat and drag Alexis up with me.

We talk aimlessly about her and Cobra as we walk back inside to the buzzing main room. Ordering another round of drinks, downing them and then repeating, we drift toward the stage.

What I love about the stage? Right in the center, at the front, is a shiny pole. And I’m ready to show my skills.

Alexis sees where my eyes are trailing to, and she fights back a smile ready to take over her face.

Reaching the pole, R. Kelly’s “Cookie” comes on, and a smile dances across my face. Alexis knows the right song to put on for this shit.

I run my hands over the pole, slightly swaying my hips to the beat. Throwing my head back, I grip the cold pole with both hands and lean back, grinding my mound lightly against it. Standing up straighter, I hold the pole higher and jump up, wrapping one of my legs around it tightly and spinning as I go upside down. Working my way down, I lay across the floor sliding to spread myself out. Rolling onto my stomach, I move up seductively until I’m firmly on my feet.

Tightening my grip on the pole, I pull myself up and go upside down once more, spreading my legs into the splits. I work some more moves on the pole 'til the song comes to an end, the room erupting into cheers and catcalls.

Coming out of the zone, I smile and bow politely, laughing at Alexis who is beaming at me. I would’ve never done that in front of everyone if I didn’t have alcohol in my system.

My eyes scan the room quickly and come to a halt when I notice Champ’s scowl marring his beautiful face. I give him a smirk and head back to the girls who are still clapping madly.

“Where did you learn those moves, girl? You’re better than the whores that try and work that thing,” Kristine gushes, amazement lighting her eyes.

“I used to be a stripper in college, plus I still do it for exercise.” I shrug likes it’s no big deal and start moving to the next beat, ZZ Top’s “Gimme All Your Lovin’’.

Before the song ends, I’m pulled off the stage, none too lightly either, by a very angry looking Champ. Fear curdles my stomach and my head goes fuzzy. I don’t want to fear him, I love him. But the looks he throws my way and the grip he has on my forearm, makes me whimper.

Reaching our room, he shoves me in, and I trip, landing face first on the bed.

“Shit,” I hear him mumble by the door as his footsteps start pounding on the carpet. “Are you okay? Shit, I’m sorry, babe.”

He pulls me up until I’m standing on jelly legs. I don’t turn to look at him in fear of the horrible look he will be sporting on his face.

“Why are you trembling?” he asks, rubbing a hand over my left arm, which makes me whimper again.

“Step away from me. Please,” I beg with a shaky voice. He instantly steps away, and I try my damn hardest to compose myself before I attempt to look at him.

“Lauren?” he says softly. “Please look at me.”

I turn slowly, in no hurry to come face to face with someone who just physically pushed me, whether it was an accident on my part or he generally pushed me hard, I don’t know. At the moment, I’m struggling to not have a panic attack.

Coming face to face with him, I see the sorrowful look in his eyes, which makes me feel guilty for dancing in front of everyone who he considers family.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I whisper, casting my eyes down.

“Huh? I would never hurt you, sweetheart. What the fuck is wrong with you?” He doesn’t say this in anger, but in frustration.

“The way you’ve been looking at me as if you hate me, as if you want to hurt me…” I trail off, thinking he has the picture. My hands are clenched into fists in front of me, not because I want to hit him, far from it, but because I’m irritated and hurt by his actions.

“I don’t hate you, sweetheart. I love you. But your behavior today has been ridiculous. And dancing on that pole the way you were in front of everyone? Unacceptable for an Old Lady. I’m pissed that you even thought that was okay, knowing you wear my cut.” His voice rises as he goes on, pacing the length of the room and raking his hands through his stylish, short hair.

Tears prick the corners of my eyes as knots form in my belly. My head warring over different scenarios of how this situation can go. I’m hoping he isn’t second-guessing our relationship, but at the same time, I don’t want to be scared to be with him. It’s unhealthy.

After a few minutes of silence, tears start tracking down my face as I breakdown into loud, unattractive sobs. “I don’t want to be scared of you, Champ.”

His arms are around me within seconds, and my sobs get louder and the steady stream of tears land on his black shirt. I clench my hands into his cut, unwilling to let go in fear that he leaves me for good.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. We’ll work this out. I don’t want you scared of me either, there’s no reason to be scared of me.” He hangs his head as if in shame, though I see his slight frown marring his forehead.

Guilt tears through me at thinking of being afraid of him when I know he’d never hurt me. Not intentionally anyway. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, tears stinging my make-up covered eyes. “Just, please, don’t look at me like that again.”

He raises his head, his baby blues staring at me, shining with sorrow. “I promise, I won’t. I didn’t even realize I looked at you in any way at all. Honest.”

On wobbly legs, I move slowly toward him, and I reach my hand out to stroke his soft cheek. Tilting my head to the side, I study the contours of his face. This high cheekbones, chiselled jaw covering in perfectly styled hair, his straight nose and light blue eyes. This man is the epitome of hot.

A small smile flits across his mouth as his eyes flick between my eyes and my lips, his eyes darkening with heated desire. My panties grow wet, and I clamp my thighs tightly together to ease the sudden ache.

“Why are you suddenly looking at me like you want to devour me? Seriously, your looks change so quickly, it gives me whiplash,” I say, the corners of my mouth twitching into a smile.

“I can’t help it. You bring out emotions in me so rapidly, I give myself whiplash,” he replies quietly before his lips crash to mine in a mind-numbing kiss.

His hands fist into my hair, pulling me at an angle that suits him better. Walking me backwards, he slams me into the nearest wall, pinning me with his hips; his hard erection pushing into my belly.

More moisture pools onto my panties, dripping steadily over the edges and down my legs. The things this man does to me…

Putting one of his knees between my legs, he spreads them wider and his other hand cups my pulsing pussy.

A moan pours out of my mouth into his, and he breaks away, hissing between clenched teeth. “Fuck, the things those sounds do to me.”

His fingers untangle from my now knotted hair and glides down the side of my face. Cupping my jaw, he fucks my mouth, again, relentlessly. His other hand leaves my mound and goes to the waistband of my pants, pulling them roughly passed my hips and down my legs. I kick them off to the side with my feet, spreading my legs back out in an invitation to take me.

His fingers slide through my wetness, spreading the juices up to my clit, and rubbing in small, gentle circles. A wave of heat courses through my body, my heart speeding up with anticipation.

Two thick, calloused fingers surge into my tight pussy, making me cry out in a mix of surprise and pleasure. My toes curl as his hand twists and turns, his tongue still fucking my mouth, hard and rough.

Unable to move, I stand there trembling as waves of pleasure wash over me, lighting my nerves on fire. The tingle at the base of my spine warns me that I’m close, but he stops abruptly. Removing his hand, he brings it to his mouth to lick and suck his fingers clean. I feel the heat creeping over my cheeks and neck, making me swallow hard as another wave of lust washes over me. Jesus Christ, that was hot.

“Mmmm…Very sweet, like honey and Lauren.” A devilish grin crosses his mouth, eyes hooded with desire. “Do you want a taste sweetheart?”

He rubs his fingers along the seam of my lips seductively. I grant him access, and taking in a finger at a time, sucking and licking as my eyes flutter closed.

“Is that good, Lauren. Do you like the taste of yourself?” his husky voice says in my ear.

All I can do is moan, words fail to form in my throat.

“I’ll take that little moan as a yes then, shall I?” His mouth, once again, crashes to mine, his hands pulling my hips toward him before going around and squeezing my ass in a tight grip.

Lifting me, he turns, walking us to the bed. Coming to a stop, he places me back firmly on my feet, his mouth pecking me lightly as he pulls away from the deep, soul shaking kiss we were embraced in.

“Turn around,” he orders me quietly. The dominant male in him turns me on like no other, making the hairs on my arms stand to attention.

I turn around on shaky legs and hold the footboard tightly.

“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear. His hands hold firm on my hips and pulls back gently, bending me over so my ass is in his crotch.

He grinds his erection against my butt, making my pussy pulse with anticipation of what’s to come. “I do love this round ass, sweetheart. It’s perfect,” he groans out, slapping it and jolting me forward against the bed.

I squeak in surprise as the sting turns into throbbing pleasure, my mound pulsing with need.

“Are you ready for me, Lauren?” he says as I feel the head of his dick rubbing through my slit, lapping at the moisture before pushing at my entrance.

With one hard thrust, he’s buried inside me, the head of his eight-inch penis bumping against my cervix. The mix of pain and pleasure has me screaming out into the quiet room.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so tight!” he screams out, pulling out and pushing back in, rough and hard. Just how I like it.

“Harder, baby,” I moan out, my knuckles white from the grip I have on the footboard.

“Fuck!” he shouts, thrusting harder than before. A light sheen of sweat coats my body and pleasure levels fly through the roof. My toes curl into the carpet and my walls start to quiver.

“I do love your dick deep inside me, Champ. The way it rubs against walls and hits my hot spot,” I say, deep and husky in tone.

“Jesus, woman. You trying to kill me?” He spanks me again, this time harder and his thrusts get wilder and more frantic as he chases his release.

The heat of the impending orgasm, spreads through my entire body, tingling my lower back and shaking my inner walls. Holy cow, my release squirts from me, waves and waves of rolling pleasure turns my legs to jelly and my mind goes numb as I’m taken to another universe. I scream his name as my pussy grips his dick in a death grip.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m coming for you, in you,” he moans out, thrusting twice before stilling deep inside me. The spurt of his cum filling me makes another wave of pleasure to crash through me, prolonging the come down.

All you can hear in our labored breathing as he lays on my back, trying desperately to gain control of his body.

Moving off me, he drags me with him. My sleepy eyes blurring slightly as I slowly stand.

“Sweetheart, can I ask you one little thing?” Champ asks me, spinning me round to face him.

“Sure,” I reply warily.

“Please, call me Liam when we’re alone. Champ sounds so wrong during sex with you.” He laughs loudly. “You’re no whore after all.”

I smile at him wistfully before saying, “Your name is Liam?”

“I said that, didn’t I?” He raises a brow at me, and I stick my tongue out at him.

“Come on. We need to get some sleep. We have to be up early tomorrow. We’re leaving for London,” he says, patting my butt to get me moving.

“What! I thought we were going in three days?” I query as I slip one of his shirts over my head.

“Club business, sweetheart. I can’t tell you why, just that we have no choice.”

We slip between the cool sheets and he pulls me against him, spooning me and holding me close.