Montana Falls (Red Diamonds #5)

Chapter Fifteen

E nglish nightclubs were not as good as the ones back home. Though I had only ever been to Sapphires and my girl had great taste for her clubs. So maybe it wasn’t a fair comparison. But here, at whatever shitty nightclub we found near the hotel, nothing about my evening, aside from our reasoning for coming out, was fun in the slightest beyond a single thing.

Sapphire.

She was beautiful, like always, in a tight black dress, killer heels and the best part of all; she was smiling . Grinning ear to ear hard enough to hurt. She was being herself, and she was happier than I’d seen her in a while. It was addicting as hell and the only reason I hadn’t once complained that music was bad; the drinks were watery, the blue and red strobe lights were too bright, and that the entire place stunk like poor quality weed. Or that English people were hella loud and messy when drunk and constantly bumping into us and spilling things. Enough that I had removed my shirt long ago, with how soaking wet it was.

Partly because my girl also suggested it with a coy smirk that I hadn’t wanted to disappoint as we danced together.

“Hey, baby.” Price appeared through the writhing crowd, with another round of drinks, Lincoln helping him. “Here you go.”

He slid a tequila shot into Sapphire’s hand, letting her shot it and steal the lemon from between his lips before he handed her a cocktail too. It was gregariously pink and looked sickly as hell, but Sapphire was over the moon with it. So much so she finished it within a minute and was quickly back to doing another of my favorite things she did - dancing . Specifically, dancing on me.

She may have alternated between all of us throughout the evening, but she was with me the most because – and once more I was smug as shit for it – I could actually dance. Right now, her arms were around my neck, her back was to my front. Her ass was rubbing up against me in the best sort of way, and I was unable to think anything other than gleeful thoughts.

John was dead.

My girl was happy.

I was going to screw her in a filthy bathroom stall at some point soon.

The club pulsed with energy, lights flashing in a kaleidoscope of colors that washed over the crowd and made me dizzy. The bass thumped deep in my chest, syncing with my heartbeat, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I let go.

I concentrated on my girl, our victory, and that was it. There was nothing else in the world right now.

Sure, it felt a little surreal being here, surrounded by the noise and life, after everything we’d been through and the fact that Cassie was still out there. A part of me didn’t know how to turn off the fight-or-flight reflex that had been keeping us alive for so long, so any time someone so much as looked her way, I glared hard enough to terrify them.

So did Lincoln, Kody, Price and Misha.

But other than that, right here, right now, with the music blaring and the drinks flowing, it was easy to let go of who we were and what we were doing and have fun. We were young adults doing young adult things. We were nobody important, doing reckless things for the sake of it.

Shots. Cocktails. Beer. Too much, too often.

A few shared joints in the beer garden passed around with giggles and flirty smiles.

Even a small fight with a group of strangers, for no reason other than they looked at Sapphire far too long and she’d run her pretty mouth as she had every right to. They’d been rude back and instead of letting things slide. Or being sensible and mature and whatever the hell else we were supposed to be, we just started a brawl.

Kody went first. Lincoln followed him. Misha had then been shoved by one guy, so Price had retaliated by knocking him out and then moving onto another two punks. Sapphire had laughed and started kissing Misha so I’d jumped into the fight for the sake of it, and that was that.

Violence and fun and adrenaline. Nothing but that burning through my veins until, at some point, when the man beneath me was no longer fighting back, Sapphire paused her kissing and grabbed my arm.

I pulled back, panting hard, eyes wide. Part of me expected her to yell. To tell me off for being violent and not the sort of guy I usually was. The rest of me was eager to carry on ruining the world because she kissed me hard for a second before she whispered in my ear, “Take me to a bathroom. Now.”

She took a single second to throw a wad of bills at the two doormen, who hurried to take our victims outside and leave us be. But before the door had even swung shut behind them, we were falling through the dull, tiled bathroom, ignoring everything else in the world as we kissed our way to the nearest empty counter space.

There was a single thought in my brain about getting rid of witnesses, but I needn’t have worried. The rest of the guys followed, and any lingering clubbers were promptly removed, before Lincoln and Kody stood guard at the door, laughing between themselves and comparing their busted fists like trophies. Price and Misha started making out too and I wondered just how much we’d all get away with before someone told us off.

Then I wondered if I gave a damn when my girl hurried to roll her dress up over her ass and slid her thong off before she stuffed it into my jean pocket.

“Sit.” Sapphire ordered, as she pushed me onto the counter, and I ignored how sticky the gray stone was. “Why did you wear a belt? They are so…” she huffed as she hurried to undo my belt with her mildly shaking hands. “This is ridiculous, mi sol . You need to be naked.”

The fact she was too drunk to get the buckle made me giggle, but it was fine. Price took a second to breathe and rolled his eyes as he did it for her in a single move.

“You’re welcome, bro.” He smirked at me before he went back to kissing Misha, the pair just as wasted as the rest of us and enjoying the music blasting through the speakers.

“Want me to warm her up before you get your two pumps in?” Lincoln chimed in with a snigger.

“You can fuck off and wait until I’m done.” I grinned as I yanked Sapphire down, sliding myself inside her with a single thrust. “I think you need to see how a real man fucks a goddess like our girl. She looks like she’s bored with you.”

His laughter quickly died and turned to curses when Sapphire starting grinding on me, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her perfume was intoxicating, and I pulled her closer, her body warm and soft against mine. I kissed her like I’d been dying to for decades.

Like she was an air, and I was drowning.

God, she tasted like sweet tequila and something else I couldn’t quite place—something intoxicating and perfect and so, so Sapphire. I was dizzy, not just from the drinks, but from her, from everything. My head was spinning, but I didn’t care. I just wanted more of her, wanted to lose myself in her laugh, her lips, the way her fingers dug into my flesh like she never wanted to let go.

I may have been drunk, but I knew I was happy. I knew I was in love. It was like she’d wrapped herself around my heart and squeezed tight, and I was helpless, happy to be at her mercy. Every time she looked at me with those bright, clever eyes of hers, it felt like a sucker punch right to my chest, like, shit , how did I get so lucky?

I broke the kiss for a second, just to catch my breath, but all I could do was stare at her, grinning like an idiot as she kept rolling her hips and fucking me nice and slow.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” I slurred, and then laughed, because, duh , of course she knew. She had to know she was perfect.

For me, for us. In general.

“I mean, seriously,” I babbled on as she giggled, “you’re like… like… sunshine or something. You are mi sol .” My hands moved to her ass, squeezing tight. “But not just any sunshine. The kind that makes flowers bloom and birds sing and all that cheesy shit. The kind that makes everything better.” I kissed her again, a quick, hungry press of lips, like I needed to prove something—to remind myself she was real and here, and not some incredible dream I was about to wake up from.

She laughed more, and it was the best sound I’d ever heard. I felt like my heart was going to explode, just right there on the filthy bathroom counter, from pure, ridiculous happiness.

“Logan, you’re drunk,” she teased, and I nodded, because yeah, obviously. But it wasn’t just the alcohol. No way. I was drunk on her, on this night, on the fact that we’d won .

John O’Malley was dead, and we were so close to ending everything.

So close to getting revenge and moving on to our happily ever after.

“Yeah, but I’m the best kind of drunk,” I insisted, my words tripping over themselves. “I’m drunk on love. On you.”

That made her laugh even harder, and I couldn’t stop grinning. My cheeks hurt from it, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to keep kissing her, keep hearing that laugh, keep this moment going forever.

I also wanted to make her scream and finish in her sweet pussy.

“Bounce on me, pretty girl, make it nice and fast, okay?” I kissed her neck between bites hard enough to mark and make her moan.

She tasted delicious, and I was addicted to eating her in all the best sorts of ways. I wanted to do it again and again until I died. Right now, I had to settle for her bouncing on my cock, head thrown back, eyes wild with lust, until she was screaming, and I was quickly following with a few curses and moans.

Sapphire panted as she wiggled off me, unsteadily getting to her feet and relying mostly on Kody coming over to hold her up so she didn’t fall. Or at least he pretended to hold her up. By the time I’d caught my breath back my girl was face down over the counter, and he was fucking her pussy like a man starved.

A man who enjoyed slapping her ass, pulling her hair, and smirking far too much… not that I could blame him. The noises Sapphire made as he hurried to make her cum were fucking intoxicating, and I knew for a fact I would listen to them on repeat if I could.

Kody was barely done for a moment before our girl decided to she was done with the club.

“I’m hungry.” She declared as he went to fetch her some damp paper towels to clean herself up with.

“I can give you something to eat.” Lincoln kissed her as he held her to his chest, and I snorted.

“That is good to me, but can I get other food, too? Fried food.” She reached down, grabbing a hold of his crotch. “I can eat both then.”

“You can have whatever you want, wife.” Price but in as he held Misha’s hand, dragging him along drunk and stumbling.

“I want nuggets.” Misha declared before switching to Spanish as he winked at Sapphire. “ Then I want to fuck you on every surface of the hotel suite. I think you’d enjoy that.”

“Linc, find nuggets.” She ordered a second before she jumped into his waiting arms and announced herself done for the evening.

None of us had any complaints as we left the club and piled into our temporary car, Kody keeping Sapphire on his lap in the backseat next to me.

One of the benefits of her happily letting us fuck me whenever and wherever was times like this. When the alcohol made the world seem brighter, things seem softer.

I hoped it made Kody’s fingers sliding into her pussy feel electric, and I hoped it got even worse when I joined in, adding a finger of my own until she screamed once more and her eyes rolled hard.

“Love you.” She panted at us both.

“Love you more.” I kissed her cheek and grabbed her hand, as Lincoln sped the car back to the hotel and the night almost came to an end, with an undeniable shift to how our tired morning had started.

Sapphire couldn’t stop smiling and I would have killed a thousand John O’Malley’s to keep her that way.