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Taking up the rear of the group, her arm hooked with mine, Alessandra and I take our time going up the stairs. On the second floor, I lean in and drop my voice. “Logan is a trip.”
Alessandra laughs louder than expected. “Uh, yeah. That’s putting it nicely.” She turns her gaze my way. “Wait until he’s more comfortable with you. He’ll probably ask you to be his wingman.”
“Seriously?” When she doesn’t rebut, my brows tighten. “But we’re together.”
The whimsical sound of her laughter fills the air. The second it hits my ears, soft flutters erupt beneath my sternum. Months ago, I would’ve shoved the sensation down and smothered it with sex or solitude. Not anymore. Now, I want to hear her laughter. Want the dizzying sensations. Want her.
“Logan doesn’t care.” She shakes her head. “He has a one-track mind. Getting someone between the sheets. If he wasn’t otherwise a good guy, I’d avoid him.”
“He ever hit on you?”
Her brows shoot up as one corner of her mouth slowly kicks up. “You don’t need to be worried about Logan. Not when it comes to me or us.”
We reach the entrance of the club, show our IDs, then weave our way through the crowd.
“Didn’t answer my question,” I say on a growl. Whether or not intentional, her evading my question heats my blood. Has me borderline feral. He may be a good guy, but fuck if I’ll let him think he has a chance with Alessandra.
No. She is mine.
Her lips on my cheek cool my anger, but only to a low simmer. “Before Mags and Geoff were official, yes, Logan hit on me,” she says, and I grind my molars. “Hey.” She jerks to a stop, grabs my chin, and forces me to look at her. “You have nothing to worry about. Promise.” She chuckles. “Before we met, he saw me in On Tap. Tossed out some cheesy one-liner and I literally laughed in his face.”
The last of my anger fizzles out. “You did?”
She laughs as if recalling the memory. “Yeah, I did. Honestly, I have no clue if he remembers me from that night. He wasreallydrunk. And he’s never said anything since Mags and Geoff brought our two circles together.” She shrugs. “I let it go.” Her hands frame my face. “Please, don’t let it bother you. It went nowhere.”
Swallowing, I nod. “I will.” I press my lips to hers. “But if he asks me to be his wingman, I’ll laugh in his face.”
Her hands fall away. She laces her fingers with mine. “Come on. Let’s go see where they are.” Spinning around, she walks backward, facing me. “Then we’re dancing.”
CHAPTER29
ALESSANDRA
Braydon and I danced to three songs before I dragged him off the dance floor and toward the exit. I texted Mags and Lena good night as we made our way out of Black Silk. The entire ride back to my apartment felt frantic. My needy hands on him. His starved hands on me.
I unbuttoned his shirt in the car. He slid his hand under my dress, beneath my panties, and sank two fingers between my thighs as he drove down Main Street.
We barely made it into the apartment with our clothes on. The moment the door closed, I stripped him bare in the foyer, dropped to my knees, and took him in my mouth. The rest of the night was a blur of lips and tongues, teeth and hands, the two of us connected in every way imaginable.
As I stare at him in the faint morning light, I should be exhausted. Should be sore. Shouldn’t be thinking about straddling his hips. Definitely not thinking about waking him up with my mouth on his skin. Or rocking my hips over him until he’s hard and taking him the moment he is.
I shouldn’t, but as my knee hits the mattress and I press my arousal to his cock, I don’t regret my decision. Beneath me, his body slowly stirs to life. Lowering myself, I bracket his head with my forearms. Kiss my way up his neck. Suck the sensitive spot beneath his ear.
A low groan rumbles in his chest as his hands come to my hips. “Firecracker,” he rasps in my ear.
On the next forward rock of my hips, I graze his tip with my entrance then sink down on him. His fingers bruise my hips while mine dive into his hair. I kiss my way to his mouth, tangle my tongue with his, and pick up my pace as I ride his cock.
Without warning, he sits up. Slides his hands to my ass, rocking me harder against him. Then my back hits the mattress, but only for a breath. He pulls out, flips me on my belly, fists my hips, and hikes my ass in the air. A hand snakes up my spine before drifting back to my tailbone.
“Can never get enough of you, firecracker.” His finger drifts over my puckered hole. A whimper slips from my lips when he keeps going, running two fingers through my wet pussy. He inserts the digits and groans. “Patience, firecracker.”
He pumps his fingers slower than desirable. I try to push back against him. Try to pick up the pace. In response, he pulls out. Toys with my clit. Rubs his fingers through my folds. But he doesn’t give me any more than that.
I open my mouth, ready to beg, but snap it shut when his fingers drift back up. He paints that forbidden place with my arousal but doesn’t insert his finger. He goes back and forth, slicking both holes and driving me insane with the action.
“One day, I’ll take you here too,” he says and presses the tip of a finger in the tight hole.
I moan as adrenaline hits my bloodstream. “Yes.”
