36. Katie
Katie
“No.”
“Come on, Doll,” he says. “You don’t have to lie to me.”
“I’m not lying.” I peel his hand off me. “And you sound jealous as fuck.”
His jaw tightens, then eases.
“You dated him for two years and didn’t fuck?”
“I was in high school, Michael.”
“Katie,” he says, almost smiling, “I was definitely fucking in high school.”
I stare at him, heat already creeping up my neck. Of course Michael Amato wasn’t making out in the bleachers and calling it a night.
“Well, I wasn’t.”
His hand slides along my thigh.
“So you really were a good girl. What about after that?”
“No. We’re not doing this. Come on.”
I push up off his lap and grab his hands, trying to haul him with me. He doesn’t move. Instead, he pulls me back down.
“Katie,” he says against my ear. “I’m not done with this conversation.”
“I am,” I say, firmer this time. I slide off his lap again. “Michael whatever-your-middle-name-is Amato, get your ass up and dance with me.”
He laughs.
“Fine.”
This time, he stands without making me fight for it. I lace my fingers through his and start pulling him toward the floor.
“Giovanni!” he calls over the music.
“What?”
He pulls me back into him, bending to my ear.
“My middle name,” he says. “It’s Giovanni.”
I spin around.
“Giovanni, huh?”
“Yep. It’s my grandfather’s name.” His hands settle at my waist.
“You’re so fucking adorable,” I say.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been called adorable.”
“Good. I want to be the only one who says it.”
I push up onto my toes and press my mouth to his.
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
He just looks me.
“Rose.”
He smiles. Then the music drops out, and Salt Shaker explodes through the club.
“Fuck yes!” I practically shout, hands flying up.
“You’re like a feral raccoon,” he yells over the music.
“And you can’t get enough,” I say, moving in and grinding my hips against him.
His head falls back, and he laughs loudly. So loud that I hear it over all the chaos.
“I will never get enough of you, Doll,” he grins down at me.
For the next twenty minutes, he lets me do whatever I want to him. I grind. I twerk. I’m basically out here humping his leg on the dance floor, and he just holds my waist and moves with me. It’s hot as fuck.
Sarah and Luca end up near us, and they are basically just making out on the dance floor.
“You think they’ll even make it home before they fuck each other?” I whisper in Michael’s ear.
“No chance,” he says. His grip tightens on my waist. “They’re fucking in the car. Or the bathroom.”
“That’s gross,” I laugh.
He grins, eyes moving over me. “Never fucked in a public bathroom?”
I pinch his side, enough to make him flinch. “No. And don’t get any ideas.”
“Noted. No public restrooms.”
We start dancing again, and I just say it.
“My bed is super comfortable though. You’ve slept in it. You should know.”
He tilts his head down, those dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath hitch. “Is that an invitation, Doll?”
“Maybe,” I shrug, trying to play it cool even as my heart hammers against my ribs.
In one smooth motion, he spins me around, pulling me flush against his chest. His hand lands flat on my stomach, fingers splaying wide and pressing me back into him, while the other sneaks under the hem of my top.
It slides up my side, inching toward the underside of my breast. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear.
I reach back, threading my fingers through his hair, gripping tight, and grind against him.
The friction is immediate. I feel his cock twitch and harden instantly through the thin barrier of his slacks, thick against my ass.
Emboldened, I do the most reckless thing I’ve ever imagined.
My free hand drops to his front, palm flattening over his rigid length straining against his zipper.
I rub along it firmly. He groans in my ear.
I trace the full, heavy shape of him from base to tip. Terror twists with exhilaration because me, big fat virgin, Katie Miller, is stroking a man’s cock in the middle of a crowded dance floor, surrounded by strangers who might notice any second.
“We’re leaving,” he growls in my ear, gripping my hand and pulling me with him.
“I need to tell Sarah,” I say, catching myself as I stumble a step.
“Go. Meet me at the exit.”
He points and keeps moving, already cutting through the crowd.
Oh, God. This is happening.
I turn, scanning the dance floor, pulse kicking. No Sarah. No Luca.
“Shit,” I mutter, pushing back toward our VIP section.
I find them on the couch, Luca’s mouth on hers, his hand tight on her waist. I clear my throat, and Luca pulls back.
“Oh, hey girl!” Sarah says, breathless, her hair a mess.
“Michael and I are leaving.”
Her expression shifts, eyes narrowing slightly. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I say, too quick. “Better than okay.”
Her whole face changes.
“Oh my god. You’re totally going to fuck him.”
I flinch when Luca looks up.
She leans in, loud as hell, “You’re losing your virginity tonight!”
“Shhh,” I snap, grabbing her wrist.
Too late. Luca totally heard that.
Fuck.
Michael’s standing stiff, hands in his pockets, looking intimidating as hell when I spot him across the room, but the moment his eyes find mine, everything shifts. His eyes soften, and a smile takes over his face. My nerves settle as I walk to him.
“Doll,” he says, taking my hand. He leads me through the exit.
The humid June air slaps us in the face the moment we’re outside. Sal’s already got the SUV pulled along the curb, and he’s standing by the back door.
As we approach, Michael tells him, “Katie’s house. It’s already programmed in the navigation system.”
“You got it, Boss,” Sal says, opening the door for us.
Michael helps me up, and I crawl across the leather seats. He follows behind me. As soon as we’re settled, the SUV begins to move. The partition is already up, and after what I heard and saw earlier tonight, I know it won’t be coming back down.
“You know I’m going to fuck you tonight,” Michael says in a voice too calm for the words that just left his mouth.
I don’t answer. I just nod once, and his grin spreads wide.
His fingers trace along my jaw before his hand clamps at the back of my neck, yanking me closer.
His mouth crashes into mine, forcing my lips apart as his tongue pushes inside.
A shaky breath escapes me, and he swallows it down, leaning in, his body pinning me back against the leather seat as much as the damn seatbelt lets him.
He pulls back just enough to nip at my bottom lip, biting down hard enough to sting.
“The things I’m gonna do to you tonight,” he growls against my mouth, and it sends a jolt straight through me.
His free hand slides down my side, gripping my hip tight before slipping under my shirt, fingers splaying across my bare skin. He traces up my ribs, thumb brushing my breast, squeezing just hard enough to make me gasp.
His lips leave mine, trailing hot and wet down my jaw to my neck.
He sucks at the spot just below my ear, teeth grazing my skin as his hand on my neck holds me still.
I feel every pull of his mouth, every scrape of his stubble, sending sparks straight through me.
He moves lower, kissing and biting along my collarbone, his other hand now cupping my breast fully, thumb circling my nipple until it hardens under his touch.
Then, without warning, he grabs my wrist, guiding my hand down to press against the bulge straining in his pants. His cock throbs under my palm.
“Do you see what you do to me, Doll?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my throat as he nips there again.
I get a little bolder and begin rubbing my hand against it.
I slide my palm tentatively along the length, up and down, in awkward, uneven strokes.
I don’t even know if I’m doing this right.
He groans into my ear, the sound sending shivers down my spine.
His breath is hot against my skin as he leans in closer, his grip on my wrist adjusting my hand to press harder, to move with more purpose.
“It’s been two years, Doll, since I’ve slipped this inside a woman, and I can’t wait to put it in your beautiful pussy.”
His words send a flush of heat through me.
I squeeze him a little, my thumb brushing over the tip, feeling it jump under the fabric.
He growls in response, his hips shifting forward into my palm, and his mouth is on my neck again.
His free hand moves from my breast, trailing down my side to my thigh, fingers digging in possessively before sliding higher, pushing between my legs over my jeans.
Then the SUV comes to a complete stop.
“Fucking hell,” Michael says, sitting back, jaw tight.
I look out the window and realize we’ve pulled into my driveway.
“Come on, Doll,” he says. “I need inside of you.”
He knocks on the partition, and it drops.
“You don’t need to wait. Talk to Marco.”
Sal nods.
Michael opens the door and steps out. He turns back to me, his eyes already locked in. He doesn’t wait for me to move. He reaches in, grips my hips, and lifts me out of the SUV in one motion, pulling me tight against him as my legs wrap around his waist.
I grab onto him, breath catching. He takes my purse and pushes it into my hands.
“Find your keys,” he says, already walking toward the door.