On the Edge (Winter Games Book 2)
Page 34
“Tonight, sunshine, I’m singing you a song.”
And because I was the fucking King, the host called my name right at that perfectly-timed moment.
Just kidding. Pure fucking luck that he called my name. But I was ready.
I pushed her chin up and mouth closed with one finger, kissing those perfectly radiant lips.
“This one is for you, Ally Ryder,” I said into the mic, looking straight at her.
I didn’t address the crowd because I didn’t give a shit about them. I didn’t look into the crowd because I didn’t care who was watching or who saw or what females were intrigued about how I was going to make an ass of myself up here.
I was King of the Mountain. I was not King of the Mic.
That was for damn sure.
Thankfully, the perfect song happened to be a tune that even a fucking monkey could carry.
“I love you,” I rasped as the chords began to play. I only looked at her. Her hand that covered her mouth because she was still in shock. Her eyes glistened because I didn’t do grand gestures. Except for her.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…”
She burst into tears.
“You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know, babe, how much I love you. Please tell me forever, you will stay.”
I changed the lyrics, too, because I didn’t give a fuck about them either.
“I’ll always love you and make you happy, if you will only say the same…”
I made it through one verse and into the first line of the chorus again before my sunshine was on stage with me and in my arms.
And so ended my first – and hopefully fucking last – karaoke performance of my life. I don’t think the crowd was too upset – the way they cheered as I let the mic slip to the floor so that I could hold my girl tight as I kissed her.
“Forever, Emmett.” She murmured – half laughing, half crying – against my lips. “Forever, I’ll stay.”
“Good,” I whispered back, “because the song was just for show. You’re mine. Forever. You don’t have a choice.”
She burst into laughter – and so did I – as I carried her off the stage to the sounds of cheers and applause.
“Are you sure you’re not my knight in shining armor?” she asked just before we were bombarded by all of our friends.
I laughed and kissed her hard – the kind of kiss that I’d saved while we were on stage because her brother was in the crowd.
“Sunshine, I’ll be whoever you fucking want me to be as long as I’m yours.”
Ally
Who was he?
Emmett Jameson.
King of the Mountain.
King of my Heart. Body. And Soul.
Chapter 29
Chance
Two sisters. Two snowboarders.
One fucking failure.
Sixth shot. Tullamore Dew because I was feeling adventurous.
And because I was feeling vindictive.
I swear, I was happy for them – my sisters. I loved them more than life, not that I’d been so good at showing it lately, but I would do anything for them; I would die for them. But my sisters were riding off into the sunset – one of them with one of my best assholes, I mean friends, and what was I doing?
Fucking failing.
I never failed; that’s why they called me ‘Pride.’ I always came out on top and you can be damn sure that my attitude reflected that.
Until the fall.
So, here I was, my career over. My days spent in a marginally enjoyable state of complete intoxication and careless fucks with women I didn’t even remember; the type of lifestyle that Frost had perfected a long time ago and provided on request.
But that wasn’t enough.
That wasn’t enough misery.
Now, J-bird was back.
Jessa Lynn Madison. Was. Back.
The goddess with pink hair, the perfect body, and a penchant for reminding me that the price of the best fuck of my life had been my fucking heart.
She was the girl who’d held my heart in the palm of her hand just as tightly as her body had gripped my dick. And then crushed it.
My heart. Not my dick. Thankfully, that shit was still in perfect working order; I made sure of that on a daily basis.
“Why are you here?” I growled angrily as my hands locked onto the bar on either side of her, pressing my front flush against her. I was drunk. And I’d been waiting.
She didn’t try to turn; she knew better. Her gaze remained on the bartender who was at the other end of the counter getting her drinks.
“Because Ally is my best friend,” she said with a tight coolness.
“Don’t be fucking smart with me,” I growled. “Why are you back in Aspen?”
“For work. And because this was my home, too.”
“Not anymore, sweetheart. This town has always belonged to me.” And the other SnowmassHoles.
“What do you want, Chance?” She huffed. The subtle movement brushing her ass against my dick. “You’ve said your piece. I’d hoped eight years was enough but I understand. You hate me. I get it. I’ll stay away from you and you stay away from me and that will be the end of it.”
The slight turn of her head gave my lips perfect access to her ear.
“Oh, J-bird.” I grinned. “That will never be the end of it. I’m not staying away from you because I’m not done with you,” I promised darkly as she sucked in a breath. “You haven’t suffered nearly enough yet.”
“Chance, I’m sorry,” she murmured.
I could hear how much she meant it, but that didn’t stop the rage that spilled through me like a match on gasoline.
I hated pity. Fuck pity. That was all I got since I’d come back. That was why I fucking left in the first place. I didn’t care what her apology was for; all I heard was pity.
“Don’t ever say those words to me again. You don’t get to say those words to me.” My hands dug into her hips, pulling her back against my rock-solid cock. It made no difference to my argument, I just wanted to feel her ass against me harder because a part of me only remembered one thing about Jessa Madison – and that was how good it felt to be inside of her. “The only ‘sorry’ you get to be, is the sorry that I’m going to make you.”
And I was going to make her sorry. Especially after seeing how those tits of hers hardened under that fucking hippie dress as soon as she felt me behind her. And I was going to enjoy every fucking second of my retribution.
I turned and slid back into the crowd just as the bartender returned with what looked like a celebratory round of drinks for her and my sisters.
The plan had been to just leave her alone. But I couldn’t do that now.
Misery fucking loves company.
And my misery was going to love fucking her company.
The End.
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