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I watch in fascination as the array of emotions takes her over. Something runs through her mind, displaying on her face as she runs through what we've said. Her muscles loosen, and her brows raise like she’s relaxing into the thought of going with us.
Her body shudders when two people push past us, hand in hand, heading toward the front door. Their presence takes her gaze away from ours as she watches them retreat with interest.
My eyes stray to the back of the man's head where tattoos line his neck, but I don't get a good look at his face. The redhead catches my attention, but I quickly look away. People exiting the party don’t matter to me. What matters is the woman before me.
My brows furrow when I turn back to Journey, whose eyes restlessly scan the area uneasily. Her lips roll together in a tight line as stress stiffens her shoulders. She’s overthinking this entire thing, wanting to pull back and not go through with it.
She just needs a little more encouragement from me—anything I can do to make her want to do this. I won’t take her up there if she doesn’t want to. I’d never take a woman against her will, especially not my obsession.
“I’m going to kiss you now and show you what you’re missing if you walk away,” I growl possessively, wanting to own every inch of her now that I have her in my grasp.
Her moss-green eyes widen at my words and her body sags. Almost in relief.
She doesn't say another word when I shove part of my mask up and go in for the kill. My lips slam down on hers, rendering her speechless. My tongue begs for entrance, poking at the seam of her lips.
"Let me in," I growl, palming the back of her head, aching to feel her tongue against mine.
"Let him in, Little Kitten," Arrow eggs her on, quietly whispering in her ear. "Let us in."
Shepp watches from the side, with lust brewing in his eyes. He can't whisper dirty words in her ear or beg her to open up like he wants. But he does what he can, exploring her body with his hands.
Finally, the encouragement works, and she lets me in, relaxing more into our passion. Our tongues dance in a frantic mess, begging for more. My cock grows rigid, poking against her stomach, and I nearly cum when she moans into my mouth. Her fingers clutch at my shirt, pulling me tighter against her.
I never want to let her leave my arms.
Pulling back, I secure my mask once again, not wanting to give her my identity just yet. Not tonight.
"What will it be?" My voice comes out huskier than normal.
She looks between the three of us, furrowing her brows. But slowly, I see the confidence filling her. Her chin raises and her chest puffs out.
"No names. No taking off our masks," she says, lifting her chin. "No numbers. I can't be me tonight…" She blows out a breath, red tinting her cheeks. "I've never…"
My heart thumps, nearly exploding out of my chest.
Never? She’s never fucked another man. Well, good. We’ll all experience this together.
I grin behind my mask. "No names," I confirm with a nod. "And you've never?" I point between the two of us.
She shakes her head. More deep red creeps over her cheeks until she lifts her chin higher. Determination clenches her jaw and her fists.
“To my fucking freedom,” she mumbles more to herself than anyone.
The guys and I exchange looks when she squeezes her eyes shut and nods.
“Are you going to change that?" Her brow raises. As does my damn cock. Her confidence fuels me. "So, here's the deal. No names. No numbers. Nothing. We walk away from this as strangers." There's no room for negotiations with her as she sets a hand on her hip.
"Strangers who've seen each other naked," Arrow quips, earning a deadly stare from the temptress laying down the law.
Shepp huffs his annoyance. ‘Say yes before she changes her mind. She looks like a runner,’ he signs, eyeing her up and down.
She shifts her weight from foot to foot. Definitely a runner when things get tough. We'll have to keep that in mind and store that away for later.
"No names. No numbers. Just strangers. And we’ll leave these on," I say, grinning behind my mask when she raises her brows. "Truly anonymous."
But not entirely.
Journey doesn't need to know that her name is constantly on the tip of my tongue. Sounding in the back of my mind on a constant loop since the moment my father slid her picture in front of me.
