Silent No More (8 page)

“Your friend is lucky he’s gay,” he says with a
serious expression. The anger that was in his voice on the phone isn’t
present. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, clearly
not understanding his point.

“It means, if he wasn’t gay and had his hands all
over you on the dance floor, his face would have come in contact with my fist.
That’s what that means.” He tells me through dark, intense hooded eyes. 

My anger is building and I’m about to lash out at
him when he grabs the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss. The anger
subdues as I kiss him back fisting the lapels of his jacket in my hands. All my
built up tension from today leaves my body, and I begin to relax.

Damn, I do love the effect he has on me.

He breaks away all too quickly for my liking, but
I remain holding him by the lapels of his jacket. I ease my grip and look up at
him.

“Shannon, do you mind telling me what it is I did
wrong, and why you chose to leave me without a goodbye?” There is hurt in his
eyes; it hurts my heart. I’m getting tired of seeing this pained look,
especially as I don’t understand it. I release him and look down.
“Talk to me, damn it.” He sounds frustrated. I
look back up at him.

“Earlier today, in your office, you dismissed me,
like…like I’d only been there for you to fuck.” I say it in a low voice and it
feels awful saying it out loud. I look back down. My good night I was having is
turning to shit.

He bends his head down and rests his forehead on
mine. “That’s what you think?” 

“That’s what it felt like, and I didn’t like it.”
I grab his lapels again, I’m just holding on to them. He lifts my chin so I
look him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t dismissing you. I swear. I
had another meeting to get to, and you brought your portfolio, so I thought we
were done.” He has the most sincere look on his face.

I believe him.

Don’t get me wrong, a goodbye kiss would have been
nice, but shit. This whole
thing
that’s going on between us, is all kinds of confusing.

“Okay,” I whisper. How did I miss reading the
situation?

“Okay, as in we’re good?” he asks, and I nod. He
kisses my cheek softly, and then moves to that spot on my neck that he likes so
much and kisses me again. He continues and trails kisses up until he reaches my
ear.

“Introduce me to your friends,” he whispers. I nod
again, and he steps back taking my hand. I lead him to the table. My friends
are staring and still have their mouths lying open on the table. They are in
disbelief, I think. I guess they were watching that.

When we arrive back at the table, Nick is standing
behind me. I pick my wine glass up and finish the contents in one gulp.

“Guys, this is Nick…I mean Nicholas,” I correct
myself. I don’t need my friends messing up his name even though I refuse to
call him by it. They all introduce themselves to Nick. Stacy is the last and
Nick asks, “Aren’t you the weather girl from Channel 5?”

There is silence at the table and Stacy is glaring
at Nick. “Meteorologist,” she spits outs and I laugh. I can’t help it. I know
Stacy hates being referred to as a weather girl. We all say it to her face, but
only when we want to piss her off.

“Chief meteorologist to be exact,” she adds with
an angry tone. I laugh again, thinking about how she slept with the executive
producer of Channel 5 news to get that spot. It’s not like she wasn’t the most
qualified, because she was. It’s the fact that she did it to ensure she would
get it over anyone else. I love her dearly, but she will fuck anyone to get
what she wants.

Nick doesn’t apologize. Clasping my hand into his,
he announces, “I’m taking Shannon upstairs with me. Would you all like to join
us?” 

He is?

My friends’ eyes light up and simultaneously
shout, “YES!” 

None of us has ever been on the second level. Most
clubbers from level one never have and never will. Level two is the private
area of Club Blue. I assume it’s where CEOs and celebrities hang out; although,
I’ve never seen a celebrity here. 

Making our way out of the elevator and into the
room, it seems bigger than down below. A tall railing circles the center. It’s
open and you can look down onto level one. The tables are spaced out more, and
there are booths and couches that line the wall. In the back, there is another
dance floor. It’s a little smaller than the one on level one, probably because
there aren’t as many people on this level.

“Follow me,” Nick says as he leads us to a private
table off to the side. He hasn’t let go of my hand since we were on downstairs.
When we reach the big table, there are three men already sitting there, but
it’s big enough to accommodate everyone.

Nick lets everyone take a seat and gestures for me
to follow him to the end of the table. The chairs are a lot nicer up here. They
are big black stools, similar to the ones down below, but these chairs have
cushioned backs that wrap around. I like them.

I take my seat and Nick stands next to me with his
arm draped over the back of the chair behind my head. Without taking his eyes
off me, he says, “The mean looking guy is Jase. The big one is Shane, and the
old one is Matt."

“Fuck you, Lockhart,” they all three say in
unison. 

Nick looks up and across the table at what I
assume are his friends. “I just call it like I see it,” he says with a smile.

Matt, the old guy as Nick called him, doesn’t look
that old to me, maybe late thirties. He has dusty grey hair mixed with dark
black, and a goatee to match. He’s wearing a business suit and is drinking what
looks to be whiskey. 

Shane has milk chocolate flawless skin and beautiful,
perfect white teeth. He’s wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He has a
Shemar Moore look about him and I immediately take notice that Katelyn appears
to be in awe. Yeah, he’s hot! She isn’t blind. My friend takes a seat right
next to him. Looking at both of them, they look somewhat exotic. Katelyn has
long, curly jet-black hair, green eyes, and perfect olive skin. They just look
right sitting next to each other.

Jase is similar in build to Nick. I’m guessing
they are about the same height and size. He has dirty-blond hair. It’s short on
the sides and longer on top, and he has piercing sky-blue eyes. There are
tattoos covering the sleeves of each arm, and lettering across the top of his right
fingers. The room is dim and he’s standing at the other end of the long table,
so I can’t make out the word. There is colorful ink poking out of the collar of
his t-shirt. I probably should not be staring at him this long, but he reminds
me of Jacoby Shaddix, the lead singer from my favorite band, and in my opinion,
the hottest man in the world. Or at least, he was two days ago, before I laid
eyes on Nick.

Nick guides my chin in his direction and I’m now
looking at him. He hasn’t left his position next to me; his arm’s still draped
over the back of my chair. “Pay attention to me, please.”

“So how did you know I was here?” I question him. It’s
a bit odd how I told him I didn’t think we should see each other again, yet we
end up at the same club.

“I didn’t, but you’re not exactly hard to pick out
in a room full of blondes and brunettes,” he says while running a hand through
my red hair. He turns my chair slightly so that my side is facing the others;
my front is facing a black painted concrete wall and he’s on the other side of
me. He starts to kiss me and places his hand on my knee, the one that isn’t
resting behind my head.

“White looks stunning on you,” he tells me through
our kiss while moving his hand up my leg. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
His touch feels so good. I’m relaxed again; like I was earlier today in his
office when he was touching me before I thought he was dismissing me. He
continues kissing me, inching his hand up my leg. He slides it underneath the
hem of my dress causing me to freeze.

“Nick, what are you doing?” I flush with
embarrassment and heat, and start looking to the side to make sure no one is
watching. No one is; my friends are in full conversation mode with Nick’s
friends.

“No one is watching us, and if they were, they wouldn’t
see anything except me kissing you. The sides of the chair and the height of
the table block everything below your tits, babe.” He goes back to kissing me.
He deepens the kiss, pushing me back further into the seat. His tongue pries my
lips further apart and begins to massage my own.
 
He’s not stopping at the hem. He
continues to move his hand slowly up my thigh underneath my dress.
 
Surely my friends can see this. Why
aren’t they stopping me? Why aren’t I stopping myself? I don’t do PDA, so why
am I with this man? I move my hand on top of his to protest his movement.

“Relax, baby, and let this happen. No one can see.
I promise. But be fucking quiet,” he says in a whisper through our kiss. I’m
losing myself in him. I retract my hand and my legs widen on their own accord.
His scent is intoxicating and overpowering. His taste is divine, and I can’t
get enough. His hand has reached the fabric of my panties that’s concealing my pussy,
and he pushes the material to the side. With his thumb, he finds my clit and he
presses hard into it. I grab the sleeve of his jacket biting down on his bottom
lip so I don’t scream. This is the point where I really need to stop this, but
then he starts to rotate his thumb, and with another finger he enters me,
slowly driving his finger in and out of me, in and out again.

“Damn, I love how wet I make you almost as much as
I love fucking you with my fingers.” He adds another finger pushing back inside
a bit harder. The rhythm of his thumb stays steady while the pressure inside me
is building. My head is spinning. Holy fuck, he’s going to make me come in a
room full of people. My friends and his friends are at the other end of the
table only a few feet away. I can’t hold back. He’s driving me over the edge.
The circling of his thumb increases in speed and now he has three fingers deep
inside of me. My legs start to shake a little and he deepens the kiss even
more.

I have no idea how I’m not screaming out. Fuck me.
All I want to do is scream his name as the heat in my stomach becomes fierce.

“Give into it, Shannon. Give into my touch and let
go,” he says into my mouth. I grip his shirt tighter, pulling on it as hard as
I can. His arm doesn’t move from its place and I crash harder than I ever have
before. His mouth covers my cries. He steadies his thumb pressing hard into my clit
until the last of my shudders still. I don’t feel him when he removes his hand
from underneath my dress. I’m still lost somewhere in what is Nicholas Lockhart. 

When I open my eyes, he’s staring down at me. His
face is only a few inches from mine. “Feel better?” he asks with a knowing grin
as he inserts his middle finger into his mouth, quickly sucking it clean.

Damn, that is hot!

I nod; it’s all I can do. I’m slowly recovering,
but I can’t move yet. He leans down, his lips touching my ear softly.

“I don’t think there’s anything sexier than
watching you come all over my fingers. Tasting your juices is just icing on the
fucking cake,” he says and then kisses along my jaw until he’s reached my
mouth.

“Are you two going to continue sucking face all
night, or do you plan on joining the rest of us?” I hear Stacy say. I release
his lips, turning a glare in her direction. I’m not ready to come down off the
rollercoaster Nick set me on a few moments ago. I can see she is still fuming over
the ‘weather girl’ comment, but I don’t care.

She is a fucking weather girl. She needs to get
over it already.

Nick kisses my temple and I stop glaring at her.
“Shannon’s tired. I’m going to take her home now,” he announces. I don’t
question him, but I am not tired. We’ve only been here maybe two hours max.
Plus, I’m currently minus a home.

“She doesn’t look tired,” Stacy says, lifting her
wine to take a sip. She really isn’t going to let his comment go.

“Oh, she’s going to be. Trust me,” Nick replies
with a smirk; everyone hears him.

And…he really just said that.

Stacy almost chokes on her wine as the rest of my
friends burst out laughing. Nick’s friends just smile at him.

“I like him,” Katelyn declares. She finishes off
her drink, turning her attention back to Shane. Nick pulls me off the stool and
looks to the other side of the room. He makes some type of hand gesture, and
then a man in a business suit nods.

“It was nice meeting you all, and ladies, those
two are up for grabs,” he says gesturing to Shane and Matt, “but Jase is off
limits,” he says. I eye him and then Jase. What the hell is that about, I
wonder? He isn’t wearing a ring.

“Thanks, bro, because I needed that,” Jase says
sarcastically.

“Let’s go. There’s somewhere I want to take you,”
he says, guiding me in the direction of the elevator.

 
Once
we are in the car, he pulls out of the parking lot heading west on Ocean Ave. I
figure he is heading to The Cove, but he doesn’t make his turn south. Instead,
he continues until he reaches PCH. Taking the exit, he heads north for about
ten minutes. Before I know it, he’s exiting off the highway and driving through
a neighborhood. Soon, he’s pulling into a driveway outside someone’s house. My
curiosity is at its peak. Where has he taken me?