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He looks like he’s nowhere near done, that hunger burning in his eyes growing like a thundercloud around him. He looks like he might fuck me right here and now, against the sink, with no regard for its structural integrity, and I want it.
Fuck, I want it.
I don’t even care how insane it is.
Before I can say anything, he’s pulling me in and kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips, on his tongue when he slides it into my mouth and lets it tangle with mine. That tangy taste of my own arousal mingles with the flavor of his mouth, making liquid heat slide through my veins.
It’s hotter than it really has any right to be, and I moan into it, pressing closer against him, seeking out more.
It’s nothing like the furious making out we did before, throwing each other against lockers and walls. There’s not quite as much hate and spite in this kiss either. It’s not a battle of wills. Instead, it’s deeper and more… something. I can’t put my finger on it, but it stokes the fire inside me and has me grinding forward against him, wanting more even though I just came.
I don’t want to think about the specifics or whatever feelings are lurking under the surface. I just want to focus on the feeling of his body against mine, the way he’s hard and firm, and not just because of his musculature. When he jerks his hips forward, I can feel the press of his cock in his nice pants, and my mouth waters.
I want to see it. I want to touch it and feel it inside me. All the denial from the last couple of weeks is coming crashing down around me, and I’m so close to demanding he give me what I need. It’s my turn to growl into the kiss as it heats up, fingers sliding down his chest and stomach to the fly of his pants so I can undo them and pull his cock out.
We’re lost in each other, his hands roaming up my back and down to grip my ass, hauling me in even closer. The sound of the door opening is very distant, but it still catches our attention.
I open my eyes to see Levi standing there, eyebrows nearly in his hairline as he watches us kiss and grind against each other.
My dress is still up around my hips, panties down around my ankles now, and my hand is practically in Sloan’s pants. We both freeze for a second, one hundred percent busted.
Then Sloan shoves me away, knocking me back into the sink. He wipes his mouth and adjusts his pants like he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s hard as hell. It doesn’t work, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“We’re going home,” he snarls, the anger back in his voice. “We’re fucking done here.”
Levi and I both just stand there as he straightens his shirt and then marches out of the locker room without looking back at either of us.
16
I stand there awkwardly once Sloan lets the door slam behind him. I know I look like a fucking mess, and there’s no hiding what we were just doing.
Levi looks surprised and… almost jealous.
There’s something in his eyes when he looks at me, a flash of envy that catches me off guard before he manages to school his expression into something more casual.
He shifts his posture, trying to look like he doesn’t give a shit, but I know that’s not fucking true. I saw that split second of feeling, and I have no idea what it means.
I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me and these guys. I should hate them, I keep telling myself that I do hate them, but for some reason, they make me lose all common sense. The very things that piss me off the most somehow end up being the same things that catch my attention, and it feels like a never-ending cycle.
The last thing I should be doing is lusting after them or letting them get under my skin the way they do, but I just can’t help it. I can still feel the phantom touches from Sloan along my skin, still feel the lingering thrums of pleasure from my orgasm, and there’s a bit of disappointment there too—that Levi walked in before Sloan got the chance to fuck me.
That’s a step too far though. That would be too fucking stupid and insane, and I shake myself, trying not to go down that path of thought. Instead, I fix my clothes, pulling my panties back up and my dress back down. I run the fingers of one hand through my dark hair, trying to make it look less messy and sex-tousled.
“What?” I demand of Levi, when it’s clear he’s not going to say anything first. “Do you have a problem? Something you want to say to me?”
He looks at me for a second longer, then shakes his head. “Nope. Just wondering where you two went off to.”
“Well, here I am,” I reply, striding past him.
“Yeah. I can see that.”
We step out into the hall and walk back to the main room in silence. Most of the crowd has broken up at that point, and Baldy is nowhere to be seen. Guess he woke up and slunk off somewhere to soothe his bruised ego.
A few of the men who are still hanging out clap when they see me, and for a heart-stopping second, I think they know exactly what Sloan and I just did. Then Blondie grins and toasts me with his beer.
“Nice fight. You know how to hold your own,” he says loudly, and the others agree.
Thank fuck.
