AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I’m about to respond when Paxton makes his way over. “Mind if I steal my woman back, Hunt?” He tips his chin towards me and wraps a hand around her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her cheek, and the narrowed look he gives me makes me think he’s trying to send me a message.
“Not your woman and stop being so touchy,” she grits out and slides away without drawing any attention.
“Shay, baby…”
“What did I tell you?” she starts.
“You said in public—”
“That doesn’t give you permission to feel me up.”
“Shay—” He looks at me, giving me a look. “You mind? I don’t think you need to be present for this conversation. No threats here.”
“Are you sure about that?” she snaps before turning her eyes to me. “I’m good, D.”
I nod and move away from them but stay close enough that I can still see their body language. He seems to be nervous and is trying his best to keep her from exploding. I know Shay doesn’t want to either. She prides herself on maintaining her composure. His hands find hers, clasping them in his and bringing them to his lips before rubbing his thumbs across her skin. “I’m sorry, Shay.” I see his lips move and then his hands find her cheeks, stroking the skin. I frown, watching her nod and then he presses a kiss to her forehead. I watch her walk away from him and back towards the house and a cocky smile finds his face as he fiddles with his cufflinks and walks in the opposite direction.
What the hell?
I follow her and watch her walk into the bathroom. I stand out front and pull out my phone to text her only to be surprised by a message from her.
Winter: I’m alone in here.
Me: Okay?
Winter: Come in please.
Me: You sure that’s a good idea?
Winter: No, but you’re hot when you’re jealous and I thought your dick in my mouth might calm you down.
My dick pulses in my slacks.
Me: Terrible idea.
I want to ask what’s going on with her and Paxton but a part of me wonders if I’m not entitled to that information. Maybe I’m just an itch she wants to scratch or something she just wants to get out of her system before she goes back to her boyfriend.
Potential future husband.
I push through the door, letting my dick and my curiosity cloud my judgment to find her running her fingers through her hair in the mirror. Her eyes catch mine in the reflection and she turns around giving me a wicked smirk. “I thought this was a terrible idea?”
I walk towards her until I’m pressed up against her with her back against my front. “It is.” I run both of my hands down her sides gently and settle on her hips, gripping them, and she shivers.
“I love the way your hands feel on me.” She turns in my arms and runs her hands up my torso. “Every time he touches me, I wish it was you.”
I reach up to cup her face and she wets her lips instantly. I take it as an invitation when her eyes drop to my lips and then flutter closed for just a second before they slowly open. She’s staring up at me through her thick full lashes and I can honestly say I’ve never seen anything sexier than the way she’s looking at me. I lean down and brush my lips across hers lightly and she lets out the sexiest sigh. I take another step closer, pushing her against the sink, and press my dick into her stomach. I push my lips to hers slightly harder, but not too aggressively because she can’t leave this room with her lipstick ruined without raising questions as to how that happened while her boyfriend was not with her. She tries to deepen it when I pull back and she frowns.
“More,” she whines, grabbing me by my jacket and pulling me closer to her.
I shake my head. “Not here,” I tell her, although I wish I could rip this dress off of her and impale her on my dick.
“Can we go?”
“Whenever you’re ready, gorgeous.”
A smile crosses her face that would make an atheist believe in God before she looks at the door and then back to me and then slowly, she bends over. It takes me a second to realize that she’s sliding her underwear down her legs. She holds them up and then slips them in my hand and they’re fucking damp.
She gives me a wicked smirk as she backs up towards the door. I finger them gently, running my thumb over the damp fabric. Her eyes are still on mine, so I hold them under my nose and inhale her sexy scent, never breaking our gaze.
