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“Fuck everyone else.”
Panther scraped his teeth along my jaw, brought his other hand down to join the one on my ass, and began to walk me back toward his bed. “I’d rather fuck you…”
When the back of my legs hit the mattress, he ran a thumb across my swollen lips. My pulse raced at the hunger in his eyes. He reached for the brass buttons on my dress jacket and began to unbutton them.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
I scoffed, but before I could respond, Panther shook his head and said, “Before you even ask, that’s also me talking.”
As he got to the final button and my jacket hung open, he touched my cheek and his eyes roamed over my face.
“Beautiful. Sexy. And mine…”
In the past, the idea of belonging to someone had always filled me with a sense of panic. A need to run, to get away from any kind of commitment that made me give my heart over to a situation or someone who could hurt me. But as I stood there in front of Panther, I thought, Please don’t break my heart. Because no matter how hard I’d tried to keep this fun, to keep this thing between us casual, there was no mistaking that tonight, everything had changed.
“Yours,” I said before I could stop myself, and then Panther slipped his hand under my jacket and drew me to him. “Now prove it.”
As we fell onto his bed and the rest of the world disappeared from view, I thought what a perfect song and ending this was to our night, because in that moment, I only had eyes for Grant Hughes.
5 Panther
IT WAS ALL I could do not to grab Solo’s hand as we entered NAFTA the Monday morning after the Navy Ball, but since PDA of any kind between any pairing wasn’t permitted, I held myself back.
But just barely.
“Care to take bets on who’s gonna give us the most shit?” Solo asked after we’d made it through the security check. He looked at me, eyes gleaming with mischief as he slid his phone back into his pocket.
“Everyone?”
“Maybe. Gooch has already been blowing up my phone, but I’ll go with Utah. He was staring fucking daggers our way at the party.”
“What else is new,” I said as we headed toward the locker room. “The guy’s a dick and hates everyone.”
“Probably because he’s at the bottom of the pile. How’d he even get in?”
“Don’t start anything.”
“Who, me?”
“Yes, you. We don’t need any more attention.”
“What if he asks for it?”
“Solo…”
He sighed. “Fine. I’ll behave.”
“I didn’t say to make promises you can’t keep.” I shot him a wink and then stepped into the locker room, where the rest of the male trainees were already in various states of undress. As soon as they saw the two of us, almost all of them began to clap and whoop, and Gucci even had the balls to start making sex noises as he thrust his hips in the air.
I didn’t embarrass easy—usually—but while Solo just laughed, I could feel heat creeping up my neck.
Houdini threw his arm around me. “You could’ve told me.”
“You were a little busy.”
“Damn right I was. How about I get a little applause for that.” Houdini dropped his arm and turned around. “Go ahead. Pat me on the back.”
“Whiplash is gonna kick your ass when she hears about this,” Gucci said.
Houdini looked around. “Please. She’s probably in the girls’ locker room bragging about my dick right now.”
I groaned and popped open my locker. “If you don’t shut up, there won’t be a second date, dumbass.”
“How do you know there wasn’t one already?” When I raised an eyebrow, Houdini grinned. “Speakin’ of second dates, you didn’t answer your phone all weekend.”
“So?”
“Sooo, I’m guessing you had a good second and third orgasm—ow, I mean date.” Houdini rubbed the back of his head where Solo had smacked him. “What? It’s public knowledge now.”
More than aware of all the eyes staring my way, I kept my focus on the contents of my locker and kicked off my shoes as Solo said, “If you were so satisfied with your own sex life, you wouldn’t be so eager for details about ours.”
Snickers rang out in the room, and Houdini held his hands up in surrender. Solo winked at me, and I could only shake my head as I stuffed my sunglasses and phone into the locker.
I’d been surprised that none of the guys had asked any questions at the Navy Ball, but there were so many of our superiors hanging around that it served as a decent enough block. It didn’t stop the curious glances, and I knew there would be more questions, especially from Houdini, later, but for now, I needed to refocus and think about the day’s upcoming—
“Well, if it isn’t the lovebirds of the Elite.” Utah walked in from the showers, a towel around his waist. He looked between Solo and me, crossed his arms, and leaned against his locker.
