Luna
THIRTY
I try to focus on the conversation around us, but it’s hard to concentrate with Cayden leaning back in the chair across from me. I swear he chose that exact spot so I would have no choice but to squirm all night under his gaze that always seems to land on me.
He shed his jacket a few minutes ago, and with his cuffs rolled up and an open collar, all I want to do is crawl up on his lap and purr like a kitten.
I cross my legs to get more comfortable, and his eyes drift to my thighs.
I knew these boots were a good idea.
A dangerous look appears in his eyes as he casually pulls out his phone. His thumb moves over the keyboard, and a second later, mine vibrates in my purse.
Glancing down, I reach inside my handbag and see a text from Cayden.
Mr. Booty Call
I have an itch.
My eyes flick to his, and a smirk plays on his lips.
Thumbing over the keyboard, I type back.
Me
Now?
I watch him text back, and when my phone vibrates again, his eyes are anything but innocent.
Looking down, I read what he sent.
Mr. Booty Call
Yes now. You’re not backing out of our deal, are you? There’s so much more fun to be had.
I bite my bottom lip as excitement sneaks its way in. It doesn’t take me long to know my answer.
Me
I’m not backing out. What’s the plan?
He reads my text, and the corner of his mouth twitches with amusement.
Mr. Booty Call
Head to the bathroom. I’ll find you in five.
He pockets his phone and does a damn good job at giving nothing away as he takes a drink of his bourbon.
Glancing at our table, everyone is so engrossed in one of Miles’s band tour stories that no one is even paying us the slightest bit of attention.
Leaning over to Sophia next to me, I whisper in her ear.
“I’ll be right back. I need to use the restroom.”
“Want me to come with?” She asks, turning her head in my direction.
“No, I’ll be fine,” I smile. “Stay and enjoy the rest of the story.”
Cayden sets his drink down on the table, and her eyes shift to him before landing on me again. My warm face and restless body language must give me away because a knowing smile stretches across her face.
“I’ve got you covered,” she winks.
“Thanks,” I giggle. It’s useless to deny I don’t know what she’s talking about, so I don’t even try. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if Travis and Sophia had hooked up in a bar before. It would actually surprise me more if they hadn’t.
Standing up, I sneak away undetected and head toward the restroom signs. When I get to the hallway, I’m unsure of where to go, so I stand off to the side to wait.
An arm reaches out to grab me a minute later, and before I have time to react, I’m in the shadows around the corner with a large frame blocking my view.
“You’ve got to stop doing that to me,” I whisper, putting a hand to my pounding chest when I recognize Cayden.
He just grins as his hand leans against the wall above me, caging me in. It’s the first time we’ve been able to be alone in days, and you can feel the electrified energy in the air.
“Hi,” he says quietly, fingering the strings of his hoodie.
“Hi,” I smile. My hand instinctively goes to his cheeks as I palm his face where the stick hit. “Are you hurt anywhere?” I peer at him up close to see if there is any evidence.
“No, why?” He chuckles.
“You took a beating tonight. That game was so not fair,” I fume. “What happened to no touching the goalie?”
“They were just mad they couldn’t get past me,” he shrugs. “Won’t be the last time I piss off some players.” His lips turn upwards as he leans closer. “Worried about me, little moon?”
“Maybe a little,” I lie, feeling the heat radiate off his body, sending sparks throughout mine.
“Only a little?” He dips his head closer, and his warm breath hits my skin.
“More than I should,” I swallow.
“I think it’s safe to say we both are feeling more than we should,” he breathes next to my ear as his hand grips my waist. “I’ve missed you these past few days, and that’s not easy for me to admit.”
I smile into the shadows and run my fingers through his hair at his nape.
“I’ve missed you, too. More than I should,” I add softly.
Groaning, his mouth finds mine as our lips collide in a desperate attempt to sate something inside that may never be fully quenched.
He steps closer until our bodies are fully molded together, and I feel whole for the first time this week.
His fingers dig into my waist, keeping me locked against him. He’s hard against my stomach, and my ache for him grows stronger.
“Let’s get out of here,” he growls against my lips. “I’ll drive you home.”
Nodding, I kiss him again, not ready to let him go just yet.
My tongue collides with his, and my fingers curl harder into his hair. He fully takes charge again as his hand slides up my thigh and cups my ass under my skirt, raising my leg slightly as he presses into me.
I moan at the contact and bite his bottom lip.
“Luna,” he warns in a throaty whisper. “If you don’t want to be fucked in public, it’s time to go. Now,” he adds with assertiveness. “Text Sophia or Olivia. We are leaving.”
He steps back enough to break contact, but still keeps his body as a shield over me as I fumble for my phone in my purse. I send a quick text to Sophia letting her know Cayden is driving me home.
“Done,” I smile breathlessly as his eyes search mine. His jaw ticks as his intense stare has me locked in place. Emotions flit across his face in a mix of confusion and chaos.
I can tell he’s struggling, and I wish I knew the answers to help him, but this is something he has to figure out on his own. It’s becoming more and more clear to me that I mean more to him than just a casual fling.
What’s not completely clear is what he’s going to do about it.
He drops his hand off the wall and runs it over his scruff as if he’s trying to scrub away his feelings.
“Let’s go,” he finally says, taking my hand and leading me back into the main hall and out into the throes of people. He bypasses the VIP section and instead pulls me through a side door leading out into an alleyway.
The air has a slight chill to it, and I notice he doesn’t have his jacket with him. “You’ve left your jacket,” I say, stopping in my tracks. “The walk back will be cold.”
His lips pull at the sides, and he shakes his head slightly. “Worrying about me again,” he chuckles to himself.
I get the feeling it’s not something he’s used to as I watch him wrestle with this new feeling.
“One of the guys will grab it for me,” he finally says. “As for the cold…I’m pretty sure I have enough heat flooding through my veins right now to keep me warm,” he smirks, pulling me with him as he begins walking toward the arena.
His hand is warm against mine, and the little thumb strokes he’s doing over my skin are making my heart flutter against my chest as he keeps me close to his side.
When we finally get to the parking garage, he heads straight for a sleek black Porsche that blinks alive when we get close.
“This is yours?” I ask, staring at the beautiful machine.
“It’s mine,” he smiles, watching me admire the black beauty.
“How many vehicles do you own?” I laugh, trailing my hand over the hood. I’ve always wanted to ride in a sexy car like this, but my dancer budget says otherwise.
“Just the two. I use the SUV when I have Scar and Mae with me or need the extra room, but when I don’t, it’s fun to switch it up,” he says, opening the door for me.
I walk over and peer inside.
The black and red interior screams sex, and I bite my lip in excitement.
“Judging by the look on your face, I take it you love my choice in cars,” he muses.
“I one hundred percent approve of your choice in cars,” I grin, sliding into the seat. My eyes take in the sleek interior as I run my hand along the leather. I feel him watching me and glance up at him.
He still has the door open, and his eyes are dangerously close to feral. Glancing down, I realize my skirt is hiked up high, practically revealing my lace underneath, and with my thigh-high boots and his hoodie, I’m giving him quite the show.
“You look good in my car,” he rumbles out, gripping the door frame so hard I see his knuckles turn white.
“I feel good in your car,” I whisper, squeezing my thighs together as his eyes darken further.
“Don’t move,” he growls, shutting the door and striding over to the other side. His large frame fills the small space as he gets in, closing us off to the outside world.
Our breaths are labored as he grips the steering wheel.
“Your body is buzzing right now. I can feel how aroused you are,” he says quietly.
He turns my way, his green eyes pulling me in more as heat nips at my flesh.
Reaching over, he trails his finger over my boots before grazing my thigh. I close my eyes as a steady pulse forms between my legs.
I don’t know what it is about the combination of Cayden and this car, but he’s right. I’m extremely turned on right now.
“I told you before I would take care of your body.” The gravel to his voice heightens my desire as he brushes over the lace above the vee of my legs. My thighs open voluntarily as I grip the leather seats. “Ask me, little moon, and it’s yours.”
Cayden is the one person I’ve ever been able to voice what I actually want. The way he looks at me…the way he makes me feel. I don’t have to pretend with him. He sees the woman inside me who’s begging to come out. “Touch me,” I whimper.
“There’s my good girl,” he says in a low voice, sending shivers down my spine. His hand grips the back of my neck, pulling me to him as his lips crash to mine. Our mouths instantly fuse as our tongues tangle in a heated rush.
When his thumb brushes over my clit, I moan against his lips and open wider for him. “More,” I plead, not wanting him to stop.
“As you wish,” he says, smiling against my lips as his finger slips under my panties and slides deep inside.
“Oh, God,” I moan, moving against his hand. He adds another finger, and I stretch more around him.
“Jesus, you feel good,” he groans, pumping me harder.
“You’re going to cum for me, sweetheart, and you’re going to do it right here in my car.
” His grip on the back of my neck moves up as he pulls my head back with a fistful of hair.
I feel his teeth scrape my skin as I expose my neck to him.
“I’ve never had a woman in this car before. ”
His confession surprises me and adds fuel to the flames nipping at my skin.
“I don’t let women get in my personal space,” he growls, going deeper with his thrusts. “But I can’t seem to stop inviting you in.”
“Cayden,” I whimper as his words get lodged in my heart. He must feel the shift in the car because his lips find my neck again, pulling my flesh deep into his mouth, silencing my heart for now and bringing me to the edge.
My walls start to contract, and a low groan vibrates against my neck as I let go for him.
His name leaves my lips again as I give him the only thing he’s willing to accept, even though his body language says otherwise.
Because somewhere between his scars and my surrender…
I was becoming his.