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I stepped closer. My hands found his hips, thumbs pressing into the dip above his hip, moving in slow, circular motions.

“You had a good time?”

“The best.” His voice had gone soft. “Your friends are—they’re good people.”

“They like you.” There hadn’t been a doubt in my mind. The male fit into my family like he’d always been there, just another part of the pack, and I fucking liked how that felt.

“They barely know me.”

“Don’t matter. They treated you like one of us.”

His hands came up to rest on my shoulders, close enough that I could feel his breath against my collarbone.

Then I kissed him.

His mouth opened under mine. His fingers tightened on my shoulders, pulling me toward him. My tongue swept against his, tasting salt from the burgers. He made a needy sound against my lips, and my hands slid lower.

Under the skirt, my palms found his ass. I squeezed, pulling him against me, and he gasped into my mouth. His hips rolled forward, pressing against mine, and the heat between us sharpened.

Breaking the kiss, I pressed my mouth to his throat. His head fell back, exposing the line of his neck. My teeth grazed the sensitive skin, making him shudder.

“Deadeye,” Niles said, my name coming out rough. “We’re in your lot.”

“I know.” My lips traveled to the other side of his neck.

“Your friends are inside.”

“They know better than to come out.”

His laugh was breathless. “You’re terrible.”

I growled softly. “You like it.”

One hand stayed on his ass, the other sliding around to his front, running my knuckles over his half-hard cock. His breath hitched.

“Tell me to stop,” I said against his skin.

“Don’t you dare.”

My hand slipped past the waistband of his shorts. His cock was hot against my palm. I wrapped my fingers around his erection and slowly stroked once. His hips bucked forward, a sound escaping his throat that went straight through me.

“Quiet,” I murmured when his pleasure grew louder. “They’ll hear you.”

“Then make it worth being quiet.”

I stroked again, firmer this time, twisting at the head. His fingers dug into my shoulders, nails pressing through my shirt. His breathing went ragged, uneven, each exhale carrying the ghost of my name.

“Look at you,” I said, voice husky. “So beautiful and giving. Stay the night, sparkles.”

“Close,” Niles whimpered. “Please, put me out of my misery.”

I grinned against his neck, stroking my fist faster. “You knew skirts get my dick hard.” I slid my free hand over his ass, my index finger tapping at his hole. “No underwear. So naughty. Were you hoping to get fucked, Niles?” I nipped his throat. “Is that why you wore this skirt?”

His leg slid up, pressed against my hip, opening himself to me. “I want to taste you,” he whispered.

Motherfuck. I straightened his skirt then grabbed his hand, leading him inside through the side entrance. No one was in the hallway. My room was the first door on the right. As soon as we cleared the threshold, Niles reached for the zipper on the side of his skirt.

“Don’t.” I rested my hand over his. “Leave it on.”