I Carry Your Heart (Heart Series Book 1)

by C. M. King

  A large smile of delight spread across my face. “Do you like?” I asked, spinning around, happy I’d got the reaction I wanted.

  “How the hell am I supposed to concentrate tonight with you wearing this?” He walked over and lifted up my tie, running it through his fingers.

  “I’m sure you’ll get by.” I smirked, pulling away.

  His eyes stayed fixed on me, before roaming up and down my body, taking in the full effect of the costume. He let out a loud sigh. “Yeah with a permanent hard on.”

  I laughed and my eyes automatically fell to the noticeable bulge in his trousers. I looked back up into his pleading eyes and felt my insides tighten. I wanted him too but I knew we shouldn’t.

  “Joel, we haven’t got time, we still have to finish off setting up.” I backed off, trying to put as much space between us.

  “I know but fuck me, I’m in hell right now.” He ran his hand through his hair, clearly agonised by it all. He closed his eyes, as if he was willing himself to calm down.

  “I’ll make it up to you later.” I grinned, turning to finish off the last of my makeup.

  He stared at me in the reflection of the mirror. “You’d better, I’m going to keep you up all night.”

  Shivers ran down my spine at the very thought. I couldn’t help imagining all kinds of delicious things. I could feel myself getting turned on before he’d even touched me.

  My eyes met with his. “I’m counting on it,” I retorted before pouting, applying the last of my lipstick

  His hands scrubbed over his face. “I’d better go take a long cold shower.” He sighed, walking off.

  “Can you squirt me first?” I shouted over my shoulder.

  He turned back to me. “Excuse me?” He looked confused until I handed him the strawberry syrup. “My pleasure.” He grinned popping the cap open, taking great delight in making me squeal, when the cold syrup hit my skin.

  I was pretty sure he was enjoying the payback of the teasing for the last few days.

  “Joel, it’s cold!” I squealed.

  He chuckled continuing his ruthless spraying, till I was fully covered. I shivered with the cool, sticky sensation, wishing I’d thought of an alternative way of blood. I really hadn’t thought this through, I was literally going to stick to everything tonight.

  He licked his fingers, now covered in the sweet, sticky sauce. “Mmm tastes good, looking forward to licking it off you later.”

  I shook my head in amusement, grabbing him and pushed him out the door. He pulled a sad face, but I knew any longer and things would indeed become very sticky.

  * * *

  Walking through into the bar my eyes instantly widened in surprise, at Elijah in all his costume glory. My eyes dropped down to the fishnet stockings, clinging to his muscular thighs and the patent leather high-heeled boots laced up to the knee.

  My jaw was literally on the floor.

  Holy shit!

  Elijah had totally blown my sexy little outfit out of the water.

  He looked so hot as a girl.

  Why was I not surprised?

  “Do you like my costume sweetie?” he asked, grinning wildly. He spun around excitedly, to let me take in the full impact of the black leather laced bodice, currently crushed against his tanned toned chest.

  I gasped, giggling at the sequined knickers, emblazoned with his name across his bum cheeks.

  He really didn’t do things by half.

  “Errr, who are you meant to be?” I asked, trying to hide my amusement.

  His eyes snapped back to mine in shock. “Sweetie, you’ve got to be joking?”

  I shrugged, pulling a face. “A prostitute of some sort.”

  “How freaking dare you! I am the one and only Frank ‘N’ Furter from the Rocky Horror show.” He pursed his lips, looking seriously pissed.

  Whoops.

  “Ahhh now I see, probably because you look so much better than the guy in the film.” I smiled at my great comeback.

  Phew, that was a close one.

  His lips pulled up into a huge grin. “Yeah, I thought so too.”

  I shook my head at his shameless lack of modesty. I wished I had the same bravado to truly let myself go. He always knew how to make an entrance. He was going to be the highlight of the party, and he sure had a big enough ego to pull it off.

  I watched him climb gracefully back up he ladder, to hang some more cobwebs from the ceiling. I made my way into the kitchen to start setting out the buffet.

  Time to get the party started.

  * * *

  “So what do you think?” Joel asked, turning around laughing, before putting on his hat to complete the outfit.

  I finished off arranging the last of the napkins and walked over to the bar. “Who are you supposed to be?”

  He frowned at my words. “Who else but Freddy Kruger.” He slipped on the hand and made several slashing motions in the air. He was enjoying it a little way too much.

  I walked up to the bar and placed my elbows down, leaning against the hard wood. “How are you going to serve wearing that?”

  Joel frowned looking at the glove. “I never thought about that.”

  “Now you’re just a creepy guy in a striped top.” I laughed at his obvious mistake and he narrowed his eyes, shaking his head, before leaping over the bar to chase me.

  I squealed loudly, running like my life depended on it. He soon caught me and wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off the floor.

  “Joel, put me down!” I screamed, preying he wasn’t about to tickle torture me to death.

  He chuckled, whispering in my ear. “Not until you say my outfit is amazing.”

  I grinned at his twisted antics to make me boost his ego. “Well I do like the hat, you can keep that on later but nothing else.”

  He placed me down and I turned around in his arms, looking at the stripy top covering his amazing, hard chest. It was such a crime he ever wore clothes.

  His arms encircled and drew me in tighter. “I hope you keep this school uniform on for later.” He grinned, waggling his eyebrows.

  “Turning you on huh?” I asked in my most seductive voice.

  His eyes glazed over and his breathing became shallow. “Make sure you leave these in after as well.” He tugged on my plaits, with a devilish look in his eye.

  I smiled, watching him become totally turned on by my outfit. “Have you got some school girl fetish?” I squealed, when his fingers pinched my ribs.

  “Only with you.” He kissed me hard, pressing his body hard against mine.

  I pulled back in alarm. “Joel, watch the sauce we’ll end up being stuck together.”

  His mouth grazed my ear. “Now that’s my favourite kind of fantasy.” His eyes became more heated, the desire beginning to build. I felt myself starting to pant with need. We had to end this conversation, before I said to hell with it all and jumped him right here.

  * * *

  Hours later the bar was packed with every different horror film character you could imagine, the night had been a success, the turnout better than expected.

  Walking back to the bar with more empty glasses, I came face to face with yet another bunny girl leaning over, trying her best to tempt Joel with her prize assets. I rolled my eyes at her display of desperation, wincing every time a high-pitched giggle left her perfect mouth.

  I wanted to slap her so hard.

  I shook my head in disbelief, despite the fact it was pretty apparent he was taken, the ring was a big enough indicator. That didn’t stop the endless pursuits of all the girls, trying it on over the course of the night.

  I banged the glasses down hard on the bar, bringing Joel’s attention back to me. I watched the smile slip from his face, when his eyes met with my icy glare. The blonde bunny’s blue eyes flashed over to me, momentarily giving me a sneer, before her greedy little eyes returned back to Joel.

  “So Joel, haven’t seen you out a lot lately, are you coming to the big opening of the new club in town
? It’s going to be amazing, I can make you my plus one.”

  Hello, was I suddenly fucking invisible?

  If I were in a cartoon, steam would be coming out of my ears right now. My eyes burned into him, waiting for his reply. Joel began to look increasingly uncomfortable. He could sense I was about to go off into one almighty rage, silently pleading with his eyes for me not to react.

  I purposely chose to ignore him. “I think Joel has other plans,” I replied icily, hoping bunny girl would take the hint and hop off.

  Her eyes remained locked on Joel, choosing to ignore me. “Oh but he wouldn’t want to miss this, there’s quite a few girls coming along. You know we could make it a private party. I know that’s your speciality, hey Joel.” She winked at him and he cringed. His eyes were still locked on mine, pleading once again for me not to bite.

  Too late.

  I was going in for the kill.

  This bitch was going down.

  I walked right up to stand beside her. “Sorry, are you blind or stupid or maybe even both?”

  She turned slightly in her stool. “Excuse me?” she asked, pulling a look of disgust now she was having to actually acknowledge my existence. Her finger curled around her hair, as her eyes gave me the once over.

  “He’s wearing a ring and you know he’s taken. You know I’m his girlfriend, I felt the daggers throughout while you were watching us kiss before. Yet you feel the need to publically pursue my boyfriend, right in front of my eyes. So are you really that stupid? Or do you think he’s going to fall for your fake plastic boobs, that are just about ready to fall out your top.”

  Her eyes widened at my words. “I don’t know what you mean–” She instantly blushed, dropping her hair. Her fingers struggled to pull the basque back up. I could see the anger in her eyes at being humiliated. She was trying not to snap in front of Joel, but I knew she was about two seconds away from sinking those acrylic nails of hers into my face.

  I pushed up against her even more. “I think you do, so gather up all your plastic little friends and do us all a favour and fuck off somewhere else. You’re no longer welcome here, oh and it’s Halloween not the fucking Playboy mansion.”

  She huffed in disgust and looked at Joel, who shrugged slightly before his gaze returned back to me.

  I prepared myself, expecting to see a look of disappointment at my little outburst but he was now sporting the largest grin ever. I giggled, knowing how much my rage and possessive side turned him on. I leaned over the bar, hearing her heels clicking against the wood as she walked away.

  Good riddance.

  I grabbed his top, pulling him in for a much needed kiss. There were large whoops and whistles, but the other people in the room just melted away the moment Joel’s lips touched mine.

  “Isabelle Adams you feisty little minx, you know what your fiery little temper does to me,” he whispered into my ear.

  I blushed with the intense look he shot me. “I can’t help it, you know I just lose it, it’s because you’re too good-looking. I can’t blame them for trying, even if they use their boobs as their weapon of choice.” I let out a long sigh, dropping my head down.

  I hated feeling like I had to compete. Wondering if I was ever enough?

  He lifted my chin with his finger, so my eyes looked deep into his. “You know that all I see is you, that they could all be running round naked and I couldn’t give a fuck, all I want is you. I need you to remember that before you charge in and defend my honour again.”

  I scowled slightly. “I know – but she was blatantly doing it for my benefit, she saw us kissing, she gave me evils right after. It was like a massive fuck you to me when she started hitting on you and I’m not going to sit back and watch. I will try and not react to it in future, but I’m not promising anything.”

  He smiled at my stubbornness. “Well if you could try and keep a handle on it before the red mist descends.” He chuckled, holding me close so his lips brushed up against my ear. “You know I love you with every single breath in my body,” he whispered. I nestled my head against his chest, unable to look at him, feeling the tears sting my eyes.

  “You know my heart beats only for you.” His fingers brushed lightly over my cheek and his lips gently pressed against my hair. “Can you look at me please?” he asked softly. I shook my head, nestling even deeper into his chest.

  “So I’m never going to see that beautiful face ever again?”

  I smiled. “Probably not, you may even have to have me surgically removed.”

  “Please baby, I need to see you.” His hands caressed the tops of my arms, willing me to move. I huffed into his chest once more, before sitting back onto the stool.

  Joel’s smiled instantly dropped, at my now streaked face. “Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you Iz.”

  I shook my head, swiping away the tears. “You didn’t – it was your words, they kind of got to me a little.” I watched, as his frown grew deeper. “I mean in a good way. I needed to hear them, your reassuring words help to keep the insecurities at bay.”

  His eyes filled with concern. “What insecurities do you have?” His hands wrapped around mine, drawing me in so we were barely inches apart.

  I snorted in frustration. “Well aside from the obvious–” I rolled my eyes at all the endless girls I had to beat off. At this rate I’d have to invest in a large stick of some sort.

  He frowned, his eyes turning sad. “But I’ve told you that I’m not interested in anyone else.”

  “I know but when it’s there on display in front of my face I can’t help it.” I could talk till I was blue in the face and he still wouldn’t get it. He didn’t see the looks they shot me, goading me throughout. He just thought it was my insane temper taking over.

  His thumb caressed my knuckles, soothing my now agitated state. “Look I don’t want to argue, but I will try and nip it in the bud sooner, but at the same time I am paid to be nice to customers.”

  I went to move away from him. “I know – just forget what I said,” I murmured, feeling hurt by the fact he thought I was the one being irrational.

  Great!

  His hands grabbed mine tighter, pulling me back in. “Well not when it makes you this unhappy.” He blew out a loud exhale. I could tell he was torn between his job and keeping me happy. “I know what I can do to make you feel better…”

  “What?” I asked. Nothing could lift my mood right at this moment.

  “A nice hot chocolate with marshmallows and extra sprinkles,” he replied, grinning wildly. He knew it was my weakness.

  I laughed at his sweet face, nodding my head in approval.

  “See, I knew that would make my girl happy.” He kissed my cheek and his nose nuzzled my hair. He breathed deeply, like he was savouring my scent.

  I moved back to look at his face. “Don’t scrimp on the chocolate sprinkles,” I warned, giving him a stern look.

  He placed his hand on his chest in mock surprise. “Like I ever would.” He gave me a long kiss before walking off, as I headed to the toilets to check my face.

  Several splashes of water later, I looked remotely better. I couldn’t wait to scrub my body clean of the sticky mess. I was more than ready for this night to be over.

  Making my way back out I passed some more wannabe lingerie models. They laughed mockingly, looking me up and down, giving me a dirty look. I was guessing they were friends with blondie.

  Bitches.

  I bit my tongue, I had to rise above it and keep a handle on it for Joel’s sake at least. Walking back over I saw Joel’s concerned face, his eyes scanning the room searching for me.

  His face lit up the moment his eyes met mine. “I was worried you’d left.”

  I climbed up, perching on the stool. “Without my hot chocolate…never.”

  He chuckled, leaning over to kiss my forehead. “See I’ve given you extra sprinkles, no one else gets that kind of preferential treatment.”

  My eyes widened in delight. “Well then I am highly honoured
.” I took a tentative sip as the cream coated my lips. Before I had the chance to wipe my face clean, Joel’s mouth crashed against mine, licking the cream right off.

  I pulled away slightly panting. “You know I am quite capable of doing that myself.” I giggled, even though I enjoyed his sexy lunge.

  “But where’s the fun in that?”

  I smiled, playfully feeding him mini marshmallows. With each flick of his tongue against my finger I felt my desire rising. He was teasing me, slowly driving me wild, till I was on the brink of combustion.

  Elijah screamed rather loudly, breaking our spell, at the precise moment he discovered a hole in his stockings.

  “Oh my god – oh my god.” He flailed his arms, running around like a headless chicken. He was putting on quite a performance.

  Joel quietly sniggered at his over the top reaction, at Elijah flying off the handle.

  “Iz, how long have my stockings been ripped? Could no one have told me?” He gave us all evil eyes, despite the fact none of us knew.

  Sam soon bundled him off in a taxi. It was probably for the best, with the vast amount of alcohol he had consumed. There was no reasoning with him in his present state.

  Returning to the bar I cleared my throat, stepping back up onto the stool. “Can I get some service here please bar man,” I asked in my best sultry voice. Joel’s head whipped around and I watched his pupils dilate with desire.

  Yep, totally the reaction I was after.

  He walked over, trying hard to conceal his smile, though his lips curled up in the corners with obvious amusement. His eyes held a mischievous glint, making my whole body shiver with desire.

  “What would you like?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

  “You,” I breathed.

  He was all I ever wanted.

  He pulled on my tie, yanking me forward as his lips collided with mine. I groaned my approval when his tongue instantly slipped inside.

  I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. Every part of my body ached for him.

  I needed him right here, right now.