His fingers brush over my chin, my jaw, slowly trailing down the side of my neck and sending a path of prickling excitement in its wake. He brushes his hand over the peak of my shoulder, slowly moving down my arm with torturous precision. Every touch has my body alert, my skin vibrating.
Hayes continues downward, curling his fingers as he reaches my thigh, brushing the backs of his knuckles against my sensitive skin. When he slips them inward, my breath catches. His hand disappears up the hem of my skirt, where his fingers drag over the wet lace at my core.
With the music blaring, no one can hear my moan. And since the girls have moved into the kitchen, they aren’t here to judge me when I don’t push him away—when I widen my knees more.
“You’re always so ready for me, freckles.” He slides his finger along my seam while his other hand cups my jaw. “Does it make you wet thinking about your husband fucking you in a room full of people?”
I angle my chin up in a challenge. “Who said that’s what I’m thinking about?”
He slips my panties aside and drives two fingers inside me to his knuckles in answer. The rush barrels throughme as the back of my head strikes the wall, and my eyes flutter closed.
Hayes presses closer, lowering his mouth to my ear. “What are you thinking about, Emery?”
“You.” I clutch the front of his cut, pulling him closer. “Only you.”
He adds another finger, and I can barely breathe. My thighs hug the sides of his legs. Around us, music and laughter fill the room, but I’m no longer paying attention. Everyone could’ve stopped what they’re doing and turned to watch us, and I wouldn’t care. When I open my eyes, Hayes is my focal point. His green eyes are what tether me here.
“Don’t stop,” I beg as he rolls his thumb up over my clit.
His smile turns downright sinful. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
I tighten my hold on him, wishing I could feel the weight of him over me. Needing his touch as much as I need my next breath.
His fingers curl, reaching somewhere that has my thighs shaking. I’m his instrument, and he knows exactly what to do to steal my breath. To send me barreling toward the ledge.
“Hayes.” I can barely breathe.
His name is half whisper, half moan.
“I’m so close.” I gasp as he curls his fingers again.
There’s no swallowing the scream that follows. If it weren’t for the music, I don’t doubt the entire room would hear what we’re doing.
“Maybe I should be jealous.” He angles his head, watching me while continuing to fuck me with his fingers. “My brothers don’t deserve to see how pretty your face is when you come for me. But you’re too damn stunning to not show off, Emery. So let them see how I make you feel. Don’t be shy.”
His words are a balm to my soul.
A caress to my heart.
They’re a pleasure greater than sex. He appreciates me. He’s not scared of what I can be; he wants to see me flourish. He doesn’t want to hide me away; he wants to watch me fly.
People move all around, but it’s just us. His touch is only mine, and my heart is only his.
His green eyes fall to my mouth as my lips part in a moan. I don’t care who is watching or what they might whisper. I only need him.
Except, it’s not enough. I need everything.
“Hayes.” His name is a plea as I curl into him, barely holding on. “I need all of you.”
“We can go to my room.” He starts to pull back, and my fingers tighten on his cut.
“I don’t want to go anywhere,” I confess. “I want you to show me your world. Fuck me here.”
He doesn’t stop me when my hands move to his belt again. He doesn’t so much as blink as I slip it through the loops. It unlatches, and he watches as I move his zipper, sliding it down without hesitation.
His pants stay at his hips as I pull his cock out, stroking the thick length from root to tip.
“Fuck, Emery.” Hayes braces one hand on the wall when I do it again.
