The Carrero Heart - The Journey (Book 2 of Heart Trilogy)

Chapter 25

I'm still smiling as I'm led hand in hand across the hall of the nightclub towards the inner entranceway, Arrick has his phone to his ear and is trying to locate his friends, now we are here, almost two hours later than intended.

Arrick made good on peeling my panties off, after teasing me mercilessly after dinner. He made love to me when we were supposed to be getting ready that turned into another marathon of assorted positions, and now we are seriously late. I am starting to think he might be right about matched stamina, I even made him sweat this time, and he gave up before I did. Calling a time out and having to lay on the bed with me on top to finish what he started. Was my first time being in control and I think I like it the most.

I'm eyeing up that tight, firm ass in black jeans, his upper body encased in his leather jacket, over a dark grey shirt and from here he looks like a swoon some cover model for about any sexy male product currently trending.

I am a super lucky girl.

He's scanning around at milling people, my fingers entangled with his, while Nathan tries to direct us to another VIP room in a club we have never tried, on his cell. There are three flights of stairs down here and he pulls me towards the middle ones.

"Sure, we're in the foyer... Yeah up to the left. See you in a second." He hangs up and turns to me with a smile, another kiss hitting my lips softly. He hasn't been able to stop kissing or touching me in hours, evidently happy that I am finally moving in with him. I can't wipe the smile from my face either, it all feels so right.

The club is noisy, smoky, and loud; crowded to the max with people in the party mood and he has to forge a path, pulling me close and putting his arm around me as he squeezes us through to find our own party. He leads me up some stairs and we soon find our way in a slightly quieter, cordoned off, area with a roped off entrance. The bouncer nods his way and pulls the rope off for us to pass with a smile. Arrick nods back and guides me protectively.

"Mr Carrero." He closes the rope behind us and lets us walk towards the crowded small bar surrounded by Arrick's friends. I grin at the fact he is getting more known in recent months and his face seems to be gracing more billboards than ever before; although I am glad he isn't being pestered by paparazzi yet, I know it will come though. Arrick squeezes my hand, pulling me to the group of rowdy people as we are enveloped into hello's, back slaps and handshakes from all the familiars.

Arrick lets go of me for a moment as Nathan gives him a typical male hug and back pat, and Arrick turns, pulling me forward into the crook of his arm, hanging it around my shoulders casually. I lean in against him and rest my head into the place where his shoulder meets his chest.

"Late for your own celebration? You fucking suck, man." Nathan chides him with a grin, giving him a naughty, knowing nod.

"I was busy." Arrick smiles and takes the beer handed to him with a grin and shrug; Nathan hands me a glass of red wine and I smile thankfully, watching Arrick's profile with complete adoration tonight. He always looks so much sexier in jeans and buttons downs with his jacket; that face seems more tanned and his eyes lighter when in contrast to dark colors. I love him in sweats and tee shirts too, but tonight he is giving me serious butterflies and panty twisting urges, dressed like that. I wonder if it's because he literally worked me up to fever pitch heights before we came out, and I'm still relaxing in the afterglow.

"Yeah sure you were. You know Sophs, this guy was never late for anything, ever, before you! You are the worst influence on him." Nathan leans in and catches Arrick's collar, pulling it forward to peer down, and catches sight of fresh love bites across his collar bone on the non-tattooed side. Arrick shoves him off with a laugh.