Hulk #2
Not knowing exactly what he’d say, I wasn’t scared to allow him to do it, so I nodded.
Seconds later, I took the beer Celeste handed me as Agony accepted the one Eliana held out.
I carefully tugged Celeste down next to me since she was holding a mixed drink in her hand.
It was one that Soren made. Mostly, the women were drinking it, though a couple of the guys had one.
It was called a Hurricane. It was made of rum, passion fruit syrup, plus lemon juice, and garnished with maraschino cherries and orange slices.
Soren had added a wedge of lime and a sprig of mint to his version.
I admit, it was tasty when I tried it. She’d drunk two already tonight.
When she landed, she pressed into my side from knee to hip.
Rather than allow her a chance to scoot away, I looped my free arm around her shoulders.
I was thrilled when she made zero attempts to get away from me.
Instead, her body relaxed into mine. Her heady scent, which I’d smelled all night, filled my nostrils.
I inhaled deeply and held my breath, letting it sink into my body.
Christ, every second in her presence had been sweet torture. My cock was swelling up again, pressing against my zipper. I’d been careful to sit sideways or put one of the pillows on my lap whenever it happened earlier. This time, I didn’t bother.
“I’d like to make a toast to these two, wonderful, beautiful women, Eliana and Celeste. We can’t do without you. You make life worth living,” Agony said.
We all raised our drinks when he said he wanted to make a toast, so they were easy to bring to our lips and take a drink. We’d barely lowered them when a yell sounded.
“We’re here. Let the fun begin,” a woman’s shrill voice yelled.
My head snapped up and zoomed in on the woman who shouted it.
I wanted to swear. It was Friday night, and I’d zoned out that when it got to be after ten o’clock, the women from town came to party and fuck.
Four of the five who just arrived, I recognized.
Two of our former bunnies, Toni and Jenny, were among them.
When I peeked to see what Celeste was doing, I caught her staring at them through narrowed eyes. I had no clue whether she knew what club bunnies or hang arounds were. I was opening my mouth to explain when she set down her drink, twisted, threw a leg over my legs, and placed her hand on my chest.
“Celeste, what’re—”
She cut off my barely formed question. “If one of those club sluts or whatever you call them thinks they’re coming over here and hanging on you tonight, they have another thing coming. I’m claiming you tonight. They’re out of luck,” she said.
I felt I’d been hit with a poleax between the eyes. So many questions came to mind, but I shoved those away. There was only one response I needed to give.
After setting my beer on the floor next to the couch, I used my arms to haul Celeste from partially on me to fully straddling my legs. Her gasp and widening eyes, as her breathing sped up, told me she wasn’t angry with my move.
“I don’t have a problem with that, but some can be very insistent and territorial without a strong deterrent,” I warned her.
Celeste raised herself on the knees she had on either side of my thighs. It made us eye-level. Her hands moved from my chest to either side of my jaw.
“You don’t want them?” she asked.
“Fuck no.”
“Good.” That was the only thing she said before she angled her head and then kissed me.
It wasn’t a brief, barely felt it, kiss.
Her lips sealed to mine, then moved, waking my stunned mouth to move.
Within seconds, we were passionately kissing.
My first taste of the inside of her mouth when she allowed my tongue in it sent more pounding blood to pool in my engorged cock.
She tasted like the ingredients in her hurricane, but there was something more elusive that was all hers.
Dimly, from far away, I heard shouts. They were ones of glee, so I refused to stop kissing Celeste.
My hands ran from her ribs, down to her hips, then onto her plump ass.
I couldn’t resist squeezing it. My mouth caught her moan.
I had to lecture myself to remember that this was the open common room where everyone could see us.
She’d been drinking, and I hadn’t thought she was drunk, but it appeared she was.
I had to put a stop to it. I refused to take advantage of her.
I shuddered when her hip rolling brought her core across the beast, trying to punch its way free of my pants.
With the greatest disappointment, I eased back, putting space between our mouths.
“Celeste, God, we’ve got to stop. I think they got the idea,” I muttered hoarsely.
“Why stop?” she asked.
This time, I groaned. “Because I’m pretty sure they know you’ve claimed me. They won’t bother me. I’ll remain yours. Your act was damn convincing. So much so, I think I need to go outside and get some air.”
Without waiting for her to reply, I swung her off my lap and onto her ass beside me.
Flying to my feet, I took off. I had to get away before I did something she didn’t want.
I was seconds from hauling her back to the house, stripping her naked, and fucking her all night.
It was painful to walk, and I knew my stride was funny, but I didn’t care.
If any of the voices around me were speaking to me, I didn’t hear them.
Hitting the outside, the cold air was a slap to the face.
It helped my mind to clear enough to start thinking.
I went into pacing mode. As I walked, I berated myself for putting her on my lap, instigating her, then letting her kiss me.
It proved that I wasn’t capable of standing even light touching or whatever from her.
I had a hair trigger when it came to Celeste.
Shit, how did I apologize to her and reassure her I wouldn’t take advantage again?
“Hey, what the hell was that in there?” Celeste’s angry voice cut through my berating. I swung around to find her storming up to me. She was pissed. I held up my hands.
“Celeste, please, I’m sorry. I should’ve never hauled you onto my lap or kissed you back. I know you wanted to prove a point to those women, but it was a mistake.”
She stumbled to a stop. Her anger flipped into an expression that, to me, shouted pain. “A mistake? I see. Well, that changes things. I’m sorry. Give me a few minutes.”
“A few minutes for what?” I wasn’t tracking right yet. Her words made no sense to me.
“To go to the house and gather my stuff. I’ll see if I can stay with Capri.
We can share a bed. If not, I’m sure someone else will let me stay with them.
I’ll be out of your way, and you can go in there and decide who you’d rather kiss, and who you won’t mind sitting on your lap or doing anything else with. ”
She twisted around and walked away. She was headed for my house, and her stride was long and fast. I stood there blinking and trying to process her words.
When they finally soaked in, I took off after her.
Horror filled me. She thought I wanted those women and not her.
She thought I regretted kissing her. In the time it took me to get my head on right, she’d put a lot of distance between us. I called out to her.
“Celeste, wait up. We need to talk. You’re wrong,” I shouted.
It got her attention, but instead of stopping and waiting for me, she took off running. That woman could run like a gazelle. Even my longer stride didn’t give me an advantage.
“Celeste, stop!”
She never slowed or looked back.