And I used to think I was the only one who could give myself a proper orgasm.
But damn.
I couldn’t compete with him.
He knew exactly what I needed and when.
Finding our way through the crowd and toward our friends, Damien grabbed my hand again, bringing even more warmth to my already overheated body.
He was serious.
He wanted this.
He wanted me.
He had made me feel so many things—Empowered. Sexy. Invincible. Understood. Vulnerable. Heartbroken. Angry. And right this moment… I felt loved.
Can’t forget horny as hell, but that one didn’t necessarily fit with the others.
The rest of the members from Rebel Rebellion stood alongside my friends, huddled next to our table. The table that had been reserved for eleven…
Ah. I got it. Everyone knew but me.
As we joined them, each one of our friends looked at us with a knowing smile. Somehow it seemed like they all guessed what we’d been up to in the bathroom.
“Stop staring,” I scolded Jade.
“I can’t. I’m just jealous. I want someone to make me scream like that.”
“I did not scream! And… wait. Youheard?”
“Yeah, me and the whole damn restaurant.”
I looked around, and sure enough, people were grinning at me.
Oh. My. God.
I took a deep breath and squeezed Damien’s hand.
Fuck it. Who cared? I would not let that bother me.
And I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.
In fact…
“Round two? I want more.” Damien whispered into my ear.
I giggled, letting happiness flow through me.
Jade moved to stand next to Colton, and Liam stepped into her place.
“So, should I offer congratulations? On either the singing or the guy?”
“Ha. Thanks, Liam.”
“I’m just glad that you’re happy. It’s so hard to find that one person you’re meant to be with.”
“Don’t worry, you will.”
