CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR #2
“There’s a lot of people watching us.” She looks around and grips me a little tighter. “But if this is what you want, two can play that game, Ax.”
“Sean,” I correct. “And by the look in your eyes right now, something tells me you like that all these people are here. You like being watched.”
I suck in a breath as she squeezes my dick again, harder this time, letting her free hand reach up to rest on my shoulder.
“I like it when you watch me,” she moans in a breathy whisper. I give in, letting go of her panties and pressing my hips into her, kissing her with a groan.
“Fuck, woman, what are you doing to me?” Flames lick up my spine as she lets out another throaty moan, then pushes me back. She starts to laugh. An evil little laughing dove.
“It must be so hard for you not to get exactly what you want right when you want it.” She squeezes my cock again. “That I don’t just bend to your will, Mr. Always-In-Control,” she whispers. “So hard to hover just before your breaking point all the time.” Another squeeze of my cock.
Christ, I’m about to fucking blow in my pants.
“I’m not hovering,” I growl, gripping her so tight her breath hitches. “To be very fucking clear, you are my fucking breaking point.” I reach between us and grip her throat tight—just enough to take back some semblance of control.
“So why aren’t you taking what you want? You don’t seem like the kind of man who waits.”
“I’m not,” I admit. “But you will work for my cock. You will beg me for it, Layla, just like I told you you would.” I trail my finger down her cheek and over her lips, then down the valley between her full tits, before gliding even lower, pressing my palm against her clit.
My cock throbs behind my zipper with the feel of her wet heat as her palm still grips my cock, only now she’s moving it slowly over me.
“You’ll beg for me to make this pussy mine.” I kiss her. “You’re almost there, baby, so close to begging. This soaking cunt proves everything I need to know.”
Her plush pink lips pop open as she whimpers. She smells like peaches and bourbon as we both pant. All the sounds of the room are lost; there’s only us.
“Mmmm … yes.” She trails off with a moan.
“And I think you’re about to come for me.
And that proves everything that I want to know.
” Another squeeze to my dick, so hard it almost hurts.
The corner we’re in is just dark enough to shield us from sight as Layla starts to undo my buckle and slips her hand inside my boxers.
Her warm palm presses to my cock and she squeezes again.
“Shit.” She looks down then back up to my eyes. “No wonder you’re so fucking confident.”
Fucking hell.
“Look how hard you get when I fight you, baby,” she purrs with another tight squeeze, and then she’s softly gliding her hand over me. She has no fucking clue what she’s doing when she’s this drunk, but fuck …
“Show me I’m right and come for me, Sean.”
“Holy fuck, Layla.” My body shudders with the sound of my name on her lips and I stiffen even more. “Fucking Christ,” I breathe out, and then I’m kissing her, and as her tongue enters my mouth, meeting mine in a searing kiss, she whispers again: “Sean.”
I unload against her palm, sliding my hand from her throat into her thick hair and tugging tight at the roots. She bites into my bottom lip with the pain while I come.
I claim her mouth while she moves her hand with ease, now covered in me. I breathe deep when I’m through, shell-shocked and half crazed.
Layla looks down at her slippery fingers after pulling her hand out, then her gaze flicks back to mine and I pull her to me.
“Clean up your mess,” I growl, half pissed off that she just made me come in my fucking jeans but also more turned on than I’ve ever been. Her eyes grow wide with my words and I bring her hand to her lips, soaked with my come.
“Suck it off, every last drop.”
A wide, smug smile breaks out over her lips as she pulls her fingers into her mouth one by one.
“Can I do anything else for you, boss? Or is that enough?” She looks down again, my buckle still undone, my cock obviously still hard in my boxers.
“Fuck.” I tip my forehead to hers, still breathless. She hums with satisfaction, and I kiss her again. “I’ve never come just from kissing a woman before, but that gets you off, doesn’t it? Knowing that you’re the first?”
“Not as much as it gets you off,” she whispers, licking at my lips devilishly. She tastes like the two of us together.
I’m just about to tell her what a sassy little brat she is, when she flinches in my arms as the music cuts off abruptly and Robby uses the loudspeaker to call out, “Food is ready, you bunch of miscreants!”
Then Layla reaches up on her tiptoes, just to torture me a little further, and kisses me on the cheek with her soft lips.
“Time to eat,” she whispers with a smirk, then pats my jaw. My own come soaks through my boxers as I pull her close just before she’s about to back away.
“The funny thing about pretending, little dove … if you pretend long enough, you might forget why you’re pretending in the first place,” I say as I drop one more kiss to her lips.
She just backs away without a word and turns to link arms with Maria like she’s right at home, as I stand there fucking dumbfounded. I came out onto this dance floor to tease her and instead I wind up coming in my fucking pants like a teenager?
Fuck me. I’m in love.
Layla is sexy as hell, and she’s been dancing for the last half hour with Maria while I keep a close watch with my boys.
After I made my way down to my room at the back of the clubhouse and cleaned myself up before we ate, of course.
I’ve never been happier in my fuckin’ life to have fresh clothes here.
And now, here I sit. Sipping bourbon while every man in this room looks her way.
I’ve contemplated breaking at least five jaws in the last few minutes alone while she dances to “More Than a Feeling” by Boston.
“You could just piss on her, really stake your claim. That might be easier than looking like you’re ready to kill someone,” Wolfe chuckles beside me.
“Left her with Maria, what’d you expect?” Boyd, one of our older prospects, adds. “She’s nice. She was asking me how long I’d prospected for.” He snorts back laughter and I look out at her as she smiles and bumps hips with Maria. Fuck, she’s cute.
“And here she comes,” Jake pipes up, grinning. I turn to face him as he looks her up and down and licks his fucking lips.
Make that six jaws. I punch him hard in the shoulder. He flinches and I shake my head no. He shrugs.
“Sorry, I’m not used to this whole, ‘Ax doesn’t share’ thing.”
Layla looks around the full table and doesn’t hesitate. She slides in right beside me. I pull her onto my lap, making sure no one can see up her shorts.
The heat from her sweat-slick body is almost too much for me to bear with her ass in my lap. She leans in and whispers in my ear, her sweet scent washing over me.
“Take me home, Ax,” she whines. “Fuck me.”
I stroke her thigh and the feel of her skin under my fingers almost sets me on fire.
“Please,” she adds, placing a soft kiss on my neck, her hand pressed to my chest. I hear Jake chuckle. I count in my head how many seconds it would take for me to stand up and smack his head off the table.
I set my jaw and squeeze her thigh.
“I’m gonna take her in your truck,” I call over to Jake, not trusting her to hold on to me on the back of my bike right now.
He tosses me his keys.
“I’ll bring it back in an hour,” I tell him as I stand, helping her up.
“Take your time.” Jake snickers, knocking back a shot. “I would.”
This time I don’t have to hit him. Wolfe does it for me, cuffing the backside of his head. I nod to Wolfe and follow my drunken little dove out the door.