she rested her head on my shoulder.
Unwinding herself from me, she slid to the ground. "Do you think that’s a good idea?"
"I want to make you cum again. Several times, preferably." I reached for her, but she stepped away and started straightening out her skirt.
"We’re friends. I don’t understand what’s got into you." She failed miserably at taming her hair.
Capturing her hand, I tugged her into me. "You got into me, Clo, and I plan on getting into you."
"But, we’re friends." Her voice cracked as she said the word that had never quite encompassed our relationship.
I had her between the wall and me before she could catch a breath. Hands shaking, I wrestled with wanting to destroy her misconceptions and holding on to what we had. My chest tightened, every inch of my skin buzzing. We're meant to be more than friends. You've always been the girl who holds my heart in her hands, and right now you don't even know you're squeezing the life out of it. Even before the words tumbled from my mouth, I knew I would give a coward's answer, one that would barely graze the surface of how much I wanted her. "You need a fuck, and so do I. I can give you what you want."
Not giving her time to reject me, I had her mouth under mine before she could say a word. The way she clung to me, giving in to my demands, made it obvious how needy she still was. It wouldn’t take much to make her putty in my hands. "Promise you’ll go home with me, and I’ll let you go."
"We can’t do this. You’re my best friend." Breaking away, she shook her head.
It wasn’t the answer I wanted. My hand was under her skirt in a second, working her clit, her hips undulating against my touch. "Promise me," I growled. "Come home with me."
"I..." Eyes closed, she darted her tongue over her lips as her hips bucked against my hand.
"Say it with me. I promise..."
"I promise..." She moaned.
"...to go home with Orion."
"Oh fuck, Orion."
"Say it."
Her eyes flew open as I stroked her inner walls. "I promise to go home with you."
"Now that wasn’t so hard was it?" With a shit-eating grin, I let her straighten herself out a second time, but inside my heart still thumped wildly at how easily she could have turned away from me, could still tell me she'd never feel for me the way I felt for her. Skimming my fingers up her jaw to her ear, I smoothed out her wild hair before taking her hand and leading her back inside.
My gaze drifted, searching out the guy who had planned on taking my girl home. I wanted to see his face when he realized he didn't have a chance in hell of getting between her legs. Her rosy cheeks and the way her hair refused to smooth down made my chest swell. All of this girl was mine, even if she didn't realize it yet.
Birdie came up to me, and I stopped to talk to her as Clo stalked toward the bar.
"How did it go? Did you talk to her?"
Unbelievable. Even when she looked like I'd taken her out in the alley, that douchenozzle had the audacity to hit on her again. "We talked. Now excuse me while I go remove that dickhead's arm from my girl."
"Wonders will never cease," Birdie called out after me.
Glaring at Colt, who obviously still had some belief he had a chance with Clo, I pulled her away from him and tucked her into my chest. "You all right, babe? Is this man bothering you?" She’s mine. Find someone else to fuck with.
She tensed in my arms, and I knew she would have words for me later. For now, I had the upper hand. Nothing and no one was going to get in my way.
Colt stared at me, and I straightened to my full height. "Shove off, man. Find someone else." I chuckled as he made his exit to the other side of the bar. He could’ve at least stood his ground, not that I would have given him a chance to get in the way of what I wanted.
Clo's elbow found my ribs. "I could have handled that myself."
"I know you could." Catching her chin with my fingers, I tilted her face so I could remind her of why I'd made sure he got the message.
Unwinding herself from me, she slid to the ground. "Do you think that’s a good idea?"
"I want to make you cum again. Several times, preferably." I reached for her, but she stepped away and started straightening out her skirt.
"We’re friends. I don’t understand what’s got into you." She failed miserably at taming her hair.
Capturing her hand, I tugged her into me. "You got into me, Clo, and I plan on getting into you."
"But, we’re friends." Her voice cracked as she said the word that had never quite encompassed our relationship.
I had her between the wall and me before she could catch a breath. Hands shaking, I wrestled with wanting to destroy her misconceptions and holding on to what we had. My chest tightened, every inch of my skin buzzing. We're meant to be more than friends. You've always been the girl who holds my heart in her hands, and right now you don't even know you're squeezing the life out of it. Even before the words tumbled from my mouth, I knew I would give a coward's answer, one that would barely graze the surface of how much I wanted her. "You need a fuck, and so do I. I can give you what you want."
Not giving her time to reject me, I had her mouth under mine before she could say a word. The way she clung to me, giving in to my demands, made it obvious how needy she still was. It wouldn’t take much to make her putty in my hands. "Promise you’ll go home with me, and I’ll let you go."
"We can’t do this. You’re my best friend." Breaking away, she shook her head.
It wasn’t the answer I wanted. My hand was under her skirt in a second, working her clit, her hips undulating against my touch. "Promise me," I growled. "Come home with me."
"I..." Eyes closed, she darted her tongue over her lips as her hips bucked against my hand.
"Say it with me. I promise..."
"I promise..." She moaned.
"...to go home with Orion."
"Oh fuck, Orion."
"Say it."
Her eyes flew open as I stroked her inner walls. "I promise to go home with you."
"Now that wasn’t so hard was it?" With a shit-eating grin, I let her straighten herself out a second time, but inside my heart still thumped wildly at how easily she could have turned away from me, could still tell me she'd never feel for me the way I felt for her. Skimming my fingers up her jaw to her ear, I smoothed out her wild hair before taking her hand and leading her back inside.
My gaze drifted, searching out the guy who had planned on taking my girl home. I wanted to see his face when he realized he didn't have a chance in hell of getting between her legs. Her rosy cheeks and the way her hair refused to smooth down made my chest swell. All of this girl was mine, even if she didn't realize it yet.
Birdie came up to me, and I stopped to talk to her as Clo stalked toward the bar.
"How did it go? Did you talk to her?"
Unbelievable. Even when she looked like I'd taken her out in the alley, that douchenozzle had the audacity to hit on her again. "We talked. Now excuse me while I go remove that dickhead's arm from my girl."
"Wonders will never cease," Birdie called out after me.
Glaring at Colt, who obviously still had some belief he had a chance with Clo, I pulled her away from him and tucked her into my chest. "You all right, babe? Is this man bothering you?" She’s mine. Find someone else to fuck with.
She tensed in my arms, and I knew she would have words for me later. For now, I had the upper hand. Nothing and no one was going to get in my way.
Colt stared at me, and I straightened to my full height. "Shove off, man. Find someone else." I chuckled as he made his exit to the other side of the bar. He could’ve at least stood his ground, not that I would have given him a chance to get in the way of what I wanted.
Clo's elbow found my ribs. "I could have handled that myself."
"I know you could." Catching her chin with my fingers, I tilted her face so I could remind her of why I'd made sure he got the message.
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