It didn’t reek of stale beer or sweat. It actually smelled… nice. Like cologne and lemons. Then there was the fucking couch. The biggest I’d ever seen. Seriously, Hunter could probably do gymnastics on it.
What kind of party was this?This was definitely the fanciest house I’d ever been in.
Ella stepped inside, a look of amusement on her face, the object of my obsession trailing behind her. They walked straight past me, heading towards the kitchen, and I pushed off the wall to fall in step behind them.
“You’re still here?” Sierra asked with a bored glance over her shoulder.
“Looks like it, Darlin’.” The kitchen looked like it belonged in a fucking design magazine — black, sleek, all white marble, and clean lines.
“You can stop following me now, thank you.” She came to a stop in front of the counter, surveying the drink options.
I barked a laugh and braced my hands on the edge of the counter, effectively caging her in. Her plump ass brushed against the bulge in my pants, which quickly went from half hard to rock hard.
“See, that would’ve been an option if you hadn’t mouthed off. Not that I’m complaining.” She looked up at me, wetting her lips.
My dick was throbbing at the sight of her little pink tongue peeking out. “I would’ve given you some freedom tonight, not a lot, but I would’ve tried. But after that comment? Yeah, nah, Darlin’. Ain’t letting you and this pretty ass out of my sight.”
She scoffed. “You can’t be serious.”
“Fucking watch me.” I growled in her ear, savoring the tangible shiver that ran up her spine and the little hitch in her breath.
Setting the hard seltzer she had grabbed down with an audible bang, she twisted her torso around a little more, meeting my gaze head on.
“Then I guess I’ll just head home.” Her voice was defiant as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, pushing her tits up in the process.
“You and I both know you ain’t gonna do that. You’re enjoying this too much, even though you won’t admit it.” A smirk pulled at the corners of my mouth.
I dropped my nose down to the side of her neck and took a deep breath in, practically salivating at her scent. “So you’re gonna stay, and I’m gonna show everyone here who you belong to. Cool? Cool.”
I gave her ass cheek a light tap, grabbed the can she had selected, and handed it to her after cracking it open. Sierra’s eyes widened in disbelief as she let out a startled squeak.
“Hands off,” she said through clenched teeth, shooting me a fierce glare.
Cocking my head to the side, I eyed her and let her see the slow smile spreading across my face.
“Why? Because you’re scared of how much you like it? You should see yourself right now, Darlin’, pupils all blown, and I can see that pulse racing in your neck. Absolutely gorgeous…” I leaned down, putting my lips right next to her ear, “I bet this tight little pussy of yours is dripping for me.”
My breath ghosted over her neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“I-I’m not … just … Jesus Christ, could you just back off for a second? I can’t fucking think!”
Relishing in the fact that I had rattled her a little, that I had broken through her cool facade, I slowly took a step back. Sierra’s chest was heaving, her eyes flicking from side to side rapidly, looking for a way out, an escape.
Good fucking luck, Goddess. There is none. I’m not going to let you get away.
“I know what you mean. I can’t fucking think when you’re around, either.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I met her gaze unflinchingly. I didn’t miss the subtle way she checked out my bulging biceps straining against the sleeves of my shirt.
“That’s not what I was saying.” She narrowed her eyes.
“Sure,” I said lightly, knowing it would rile her up.
“It wasn’t!”
“And I said sure,” I shrugged.
For a moment, I almost expected her to stomp her foot, but then she took a deep calming breath, regaining her poise. “You’re so frustrating.”
“Oh, come on. You love it.”
