Part of me practically salivates at the idea of being touched again. Being touched by Hunter. Being kissed by Hunter. Like we used to. Old sadness and longing mix with my raging hormones in a familiar cocktail.
Red, you don’t have magic. This can never work.
His words boomerang back to slice me deep.
Before Hunter can lay a finger on me, two hands grasp my waist and pull me against a firm chest. A shockwave slams into my body as Brexley’s touch sears me, sending my pulse racing so fast I’m afraid I’ll start hyperventilating. An inferno of velvet heat curls through me like a boom of paint clouds in a glass of water. The intense feeling floods south faster than I can say faefucks. Hunter’s touch had me wet, but now I’m on the verge of coming.
I bite my lip so hard I taste copper. I need to get control of myself. If only he would let me go.
As if to prove I'm not in charge, my ass pushes back up against his crotch.
Damn you, traitorous coochie.
“She’s taken care of just fine,” Brexley says to Hunter, and his voice rumbles through my back. I fight a violent shudder of arousal. His fingers massage my bare hips. I can’t tell if it’s because he needs an outlet for his agitation or if he’s worried I might try to step away from him.
My thoughts fight each other like rabid dogs.
Bend me over. Take me right against this chair. Take me where everyone can see.
Don’t come. Don’t come.
My thighs tremble.
Hunter squares off his shoulders and sends a cutting look at Brexley. “I am head of security and I am here to take over.”
“If you were so effective, her grandmother wouldn’t have had to hire a private party to ensure Red’s safety. I don’t walk away from a job unless it’s done. You may be head boy somewhere else, but right now you are in my territory, and I suggest you back off.”
Hunter looks like he’s just been slapped across the face. Outrage and anger simmer and swirl across his chiseled features.
Finally, he looks down at me. “Red . . . ”
Then he starts forward as if he means to rip me from Brexley’s hold. And strangely, I’m repelled by the prospect of letting Hunter lay a finger on me. Not while touching Brexley. It would be wrong.
Brexley pushes me behind him and out of Hunter’s reach. Hunter’s eyes go dark with power.
I suck in a deep cleansing breath. Still frustrated and aching, I can at least think much more clearly now. And I quickly realize if I don’t do something, these two boneheads are going to lunge at each other's throats.
Rap gave me some leeway, but she’d fire my ass in a second if they brawled in here.
“Go back to Dahl and wait for Gigi,” I say to Hunter, surprising myself. “She needs more help than I do. And I’ll be safe with Brexley.” I can’t look either of them in the eye, but I catch something flashing across Brexley’s face at the last thing I say. Maybe disbelief? Awe? Arousal?
That last guess is colored by my raging hormones, demanding I fuck anyone and everyone right now.
No. Not just anyone. Brexley.
I am in control. I am in control.
“Red, can I talk to you in private?” Hunter urges.
The old me wants to go with him, but I need distance. I need to get all my senses back online.
“No, I’m busy, and you have a job to do. Go home, Hunter.” Then before anyone can stop me, I bolt for the bathroom. If I don’t handle this situation right now, I’ll definitely do something I’ll regret.
Instead of heading for the public restroom, lined with stalls, I use the one in the back meant for employees. It’s a single occupancy and has a lock on it. I smash the button, not sure if I’m locking everyone else out or locking me in.
Then before I can think, I lift my skirt with shaking hands. I lean back against the cool ceramic sink as I rub my aching bud almost viciously. Throwing my head back, I come almost instantly with a strangled, guttural moan.
It’s not enough. Not nearly enough. I shove my fingers into my dripping entrance and pump with savage speed, desperate to get to the right spot while my palm still rubs against my clit. I come a second time before I can suck in a breath and begin to make sense of the world again.
