I snarl at what I assume is where the voice came from, the pool tables, but then a warm hand brushes my cheek and forces my face back to look at her again.
“Maybe they’re right. We should stop. I’ve got practice tonight anyhow.”
Fuck stopping. “What time’s practice?”
I watch with fascination when her eyes spark as she smiles. “Five.”
“We’ve got time.” I stand and enjoy the shit out of how she slides off me to her feet, licking her lips and shuddering a bit when she feels how hard I am for her.
“Yeah, we do,” she says on a whisper.
Taking her hand, I all but run to my room at the back of the club. No idea if anyone calls out to us or not, because all I hear is the blood rushing from my head to my dick. Especially when I feel my girl at my back the entire time, pushing me forward. She has no idea where we’re going, but she trusts me enough to take the lead. And fuck if that doesn’t quicken my steps.
I take the five seconds to unlock my door, ’cause vamps are known for causing trouble with an unlocked door, and pull her through quickly before I lock it again.
“This yours?”
I just grunt in response as I kick off my shoes and undo my belt.
“It’s nice.”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s great. Less yapping, more taking off clothes.” I pull my shirt over my head, and before I can get my pants off, I finally recognize the dead silence coming from the other person in the room.
I glance up at her. She’s giving me that look that should shrivel my balls and make me beg for forgiveness, but it only gets me hotter for her. Thank God I have enough blood in my brain to realize that yanking one out to that look would not go well right now, especially since she’s still clothed and glaring.
“Eh… please?” I smile wide and hope that helps.
Let’s be honest, we all know she has all the power. If she told me to fuck off and walked out of this room right now, I would curse myself out as I put my clothes on and followed her. I would then do everything in my power to get back on her good side till she graciously accepted me back into her bed.
I’m not an idiot. I know a good thing. Ihavea good thing. Not going to mess this up—well, any more so than I just did.
But as she takes her shirt off, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“That’s more like it,” she says. She wiggles out of her jeans, but the second she turns to take off her shoes, I pounce. I can’t help it. My girl’s got an ass that’s made for loving.
I grab her hips and start nibbling on all the flesh I can find. Her spine, her shoulders. I even bring her fingers back to me so I can munch on those too. The moans coming from her egg me on for more.
“Reese, please. I need you.”
“Not yet.” I move my other hand up her side, gliding over her soft skin till I have her heavy breast in my palm. I squeeze the mound before I pinch her nipple.
“Less teasing, more fucking.”
I chuckle when she throws my words back at me in her own way. As I pull away to get a condom, she grabs tight to my hand that somehow ended up laced with hers. “I’m clean. Got tested last week. I… I have an IUD in.” I just blink at her words. “Please.”
I continue to hesitate. This is happening sooner than I thought, especially since I had no idea she got tested. Which makes me question when she had the time, as I’ve been making it my sole focus to keep on her like white on rice. Not only for protection but ’cause I absolutely love spending time with my girl.
“I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.”
“Wh… what?” Her head snaps to me, but I keep her hips right where I want them. I push her down a bit, over my desk that’s close. The bed would be softer, but it’s lower, and the desk is the right height for what I have in mind. Her legs spread of their own accord but only give a little with her jeans still around her ankles, though it’s enough for me to see my prize. I cup her pussy from behind, loving how the lips pout out of her. I trace them with my index finger, sneaking in a bit and finding her already wet for me.
“Knew the very first moment I met you that you were my girl. Didn’t need to waste my time with anyone else. Just had to wait for you to figure it out.”
“Figure what out?” she says on a breath and a shudder, her eyes closing as I rake my nail over her clit.
“That you’re mine.”
I ram into her hard and she rises, her toes digging into the carpet as she adjusts to me being inside her again. We might have done this more than a dozen times by now, but it isn’t getting old. With this new position, she’s feeling me in places that few can reach.
