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She holds out her pinkie and I bite the inside of my cheek as Nathaniel fucking Blackwell looks down at her offered finger, then solemnly hooks his own around it.
“Promise?” she whispers.
“I promise.”
Trey gives Nate one last warning look before giving him a satisfied nod. “All right, y’all go on and take Glitter Barbie home. I saw somethin’ fine on the bar, and daddy’s about to audition.”
“You good getting home?” Elias asks, already scanning him the way he scans any problem that might become ours.
“I’m good,” Trey says. “I only had a couple shots in the beginning so my baby could have some fun and let loose. I’m a professional, honey, don’t you worry.”
He turns to Sloane and dabs at the leftover tears in the corner of her eyes. “You need me, text me the SOS, and I’ll head your way.”
“‘Kay,” she giggles, then leans into me with a contented sigh.
Nate pulls a sleek black card from his wallet and presses it into Trey’s hand. “Our number. If anything goes sideways, call.”
“Aww, look at y’all, worried about lil ol’ me. Don’t fret, I’ll be just fine.” Trey winks, tucking it into his back pocket before kissing Sloane on the cheek. “See you at home, boo.”
Elias’s stare lingers a second longer, heavy as a warning, before he finally turns to herd us to the car.
The silence in the car is a shock after the club. Elias is behind the wheel, Nate beside him, still visibly irritated. I'm in the back with Sloane, a position I earned because I'm apparently the only one she'll let touch her right now.
She's pressed against me, her perfume mixing with the tequila on her breath. Every few seconds, she adjusts herself, resting her head on my shoulder before sitting up again to look around.
“They're soooo bossy,” she slurs, waving a hand toward the front seats. “I just wanted to dance. To feel good. Is that such a crime?”
Nate doesn't turn around. “Getting blackout drunk in a club is reckless. You're lucky Trey was there.”
“Pfft.” She dismisses him with a flick of her fingers. “You three are the ones I need to watch out for.”
Can't argue with that.
Elias catches my eye in the rearview mirror, his expression delivering a clear warning to keep her settled.
Yeah, I'm about to learn that's easier said than done.
Before I realize what she's doing, Sloane turns and climbs onto my lap, settling astride me with her thighs on either side of my hips. Her dress rides up, exposing enough skin to make my mouth go dry.
“Jesus, Sugar.”
My hands land on her thighs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh beneath her dress as she practically sits on my dick, and my body's already responding.
“Uh, Sloane... sweetie?” I manage, shifting beneath her. “What are you doing?”
“Getting comfy, Jace." She snickers and loops her arms around my neck. "You smell divine.”
Of course I do. Meanwhile, I'm trying to remember how to breathe normally with a beautifully soft woman in my lap and a rapidly growing erection making these jeans incredibly uncomfortable.
She nuzzles into my neck, and my next breath catches when her lips brush the skin beneath my jaw. “Sloane,” I warn, trying to keep my voice steady. “This isn't—”
Her tongue flicks against my throat before she closes her mouth over the sensitive spot below my ear and moans.
Fuck.
My cock throbs against the seam of my jeans, and I bite back a groan as she sucks hard enough to leave a mark. My fingers tighten on her skin before I force them to relax. She pulls back wearing the most satisfied little grin I've ever seen, apparently delighted by whatever noise just escaped me.
“Come on, Jace,” she purrs, toying with the buttons of my shirt. “Don't you wanna play with me?”
