23. Chapter Twenty-Three #2
Emerging from the bathroom a moment later, shock hit me as Zack strode down the hallway, moving quickly toward me. The teasing playfulness from earlier was gone, in its place was pure lust. He grabbed me by the hand and pushed through the back door out into the cool night air.
“Zack—”
Before I could utter another word, he had my back against the building, intense heat smoldering in his eyes.
“You make me crazy,” he practically growled at me. And that raspy edge was doing so many things to me. But…
“Me?” What the hell? He was the one trying to finger me under the table. How was I the one driving him crazy?
“Yes, you. I thought if I touched you, teased you like that, you’d fight it.
Get all huffy and annoyed. It would be easier to keep up our charade.
” He trailed one finger from my jaw, down my neck and over my breast, circling my nipple through my shirt.
“But instead, you fucking encouraged me. Opened your legs like my needy little vixen, tempting me to make you come. In front of everyone in the bar.”
I smiled then. One I hoped was filled with all the mischief and trouble I currently felt. “That’s exactly what I wanted you to do.”
“Fucking hell. You’re going to be the death of me.” His mouth crashed down on mine in a searing kiss, pulling all the breath from my lungs.
I fisted his shirt as our tongues dueled, fighting for dominance. He leaned his weight against me, pushing me harder into the building, as his large, thick thigh pressed between my legs. It didn’t take long for me to start rotating my hips, seeking friction.
He pulled back, breaths coming in shallow pants, gaze filled with so much need it made me want him right there and then. Not caring who saw.
His hand dipped under my skirt, trailing up. “I need to feel how wet you are.” He moved my thong to the side and slid a finger through my arousal. “Fuck, baby. You really are needy tonight, aren’t you? Want me to fuck you right here?”
“Yes,” I moaned as he continued to play with me.
“You would like that? The chance of someone seeing us?”
I nodded, bucking against his hand. “I shouldn’t. But I do.”
His fingers disappeared inside of me, and I cried out, forgetting where we were or what we were doing.
He growled, quickly covering my mouth with his other hand. “Too bad I don’t think you could be quiet enough.”
The back door started to open, someone holding it with their back as they continued talking to someone else on the other side. I whimpered when Zack removed his hand and stepped back. Reluctantly, I fixed my clothes, and he grabbed me by the hand.
As the customers piled out and headed to their cars, Zack grabbed the door, leading us back inside. I tried not to get a good look at who the others were. If I recognized any of them, I’d want to hunt them down and kill them for interrupting what had promised to be a pretty intense experience.
As the door shut behind us, Zack let go of my hand and turned to me. “You go ahead. I need a minute.”
I glanced down as he adjusted his thick cock. The outline of it in his jeans had my need for him spiking up again. I smirked up at him and stepped into his space, running my fingers up his chest and then through his hair.
“How about we find an excuse to get out of here?”
“Best idea I’ve heard all day.”
I turned with a smug smile and put a little more sway in my hips as I made my way back to the table.
“Everything okay?” Izzy asked, concern in her voice.
“Oh yeah,” I waved her off. “I had to wait in line for the bathroom.”
She seemed to buy it hook, line, and sinker. The guys, on the other hand, had matching questioning expressions.
It took Zack almost another ten minutes to return. “Finally flagged the waitress down.”
Logan and Seth exchanged a look and then shot Zack their own raised eyebrow looks.
Zack cleared his throat. “I put a couple hundred down—”
“Dude,” Seth clipped. “You gotta stop doing that.”
Zack just shrugged and continued. “She’s gonna leave the tab open though in case anyone wants another drink. You all can close it out if it’s above two hundred.”
Logan sat back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. “You heading out? Not like you to call it an early night.”
“Not yet. Gonna finish my beer.” Zack took his seat next to me again but didn’t dare look my way. “Just wanted to get the check squared away in case it took her a while to come back.”
The next twenty minutes seemed to crawl by. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, I faked a yawn. “I think I’m going to head out.”
“Me too.” Zack climbed off his stool. “I’ll walk you out.”
I huffed and stood, trying to keep up appearances and not give anything away. With my hands on my hips, I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t need an escort. I’ll be fine.”
He returned my glare with one of his own. “There’s still an arsonist on the loose, so yes, you do need an escort.”
“Even Violet said I was probably safe.”
“Better to be safe than sorry,” Izzy interjected. “Just let him walk you out.”
“Yeah,” Logan said, an obvious smirk in his tone. “I think that’s probably for the best too.”
I heard Seth chuckle, and for good measure, I sent them both a look I hoped conveyed shut the fuck up, no one asked you.
“Fine.” I huffed. “I’m parked around back.”
“Even better. So am I.”
I knew he was. I may have purposely sought out his Jeep and parked next to it. After saying bye to Izzy, I turned and made my way through the crowded bar to the back entrance. I didn’t look back over my shoulder, but I could feel Zack’s heated gaze trained on me the whole way out.
I didn’t stop once we were outside, just continued straight to our vehicles.
Instead of getting in, I spun toward him and leaned back against the hood of my car.
There were other people coming out and going in, preventing either of us from reaching out, but the air crackled around us and an invisible magnetic pull seemed to have him inching toward me.
“Your place or mine?” he murmured, need dripping from every word.
“Mine,” I purred.
“I’ll follow you.” He leaned down, close to my ear. The feel of him so close made my breath hitch. “And the minute we step foot in your apartment I’m hiking that skirt up and sliding into that soaking wet pussy of yours.”
I clenched my legs together with a sharp intake of air. “I can’t wait.”