“She’s happy with you. I haven’t seen her like this in too many years to count. I don’t make friends easily, and she’s one of the few that I actually love. Fuck her up, or fuck this up, and we’re going to have problems.” She gave me a wide, scary smile. “You really don’t want to have me as an enemy. I’ve hid a body already.”
“I can’t tell if you’re kidding or not.”
She shrugged and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she headed for the door. “Good. I’m not.” Then she sailed out the door leaving me gaping after her.
I looked around the room. It was so incredibly Amber that it felt like I’d walked into a sanctuary or maybe even her diary. There were sheets of papers scattered over the top of the baby grand piano. Two empty wine glasses were on a hassock and a pile of candy wrappers beside it on a tray. A club chair was moved next to the piano with a stunning blue acoustic guitar sitting on it like a person.
The room smelled of Amber and another scent that had to be James.
A pile of blankets were discarded on a chaise lounge near the window along with a bulging black notebook with papers sticking out of every side.
I was tempted to look at the pages of scribbled lyrics, but again, it felt like a diary and I was intruding.
I left, closing the door behind me to find Amber.
She frowned. “What are you doing in there?”
“I’m pretty sure James just threatened my life.”
Her face cleared. “Oh, God. I’m sorry. She can be a little...protective.”
“Tell me about it. She’s scary.”
“Many people say the same.” She pushed me back inside, glancing back at the house before following me in. She jumped into my arms and I grunted, catching her by the hips as she wrapped those long legs around me.
I stumbled toward the door, shutting it and pressing her against it for a moment.
“I can’t kiss you in front of my mom and dad.” She said against my mouth. “Just a minute.” She gripped my shoulders and poured herself into the kiss and I couldn’t say no to her.
I never wanted to say no.
I pressed myself into her softness with a groan. “Don’t make me go back in there with a freaking hard-on.”
She laughed against my lips. “I love making you hard. I love making you come even more.”
“Fuck. We don’t have time to do that.”
“I can make it really fast.” She stepped down and lowered to her knees.
“Hell no.”
She flicked the tongue of my belt out of its loops. “How fast can you come, Tate?”
“That is not a flex from my end.”
“It is from mine.” She unzipped my jeans and scooped me out with a tight fist at my base.
“Amber.”
“Tate,” she said breathlessly and took me into her mouth.
Her parents and friend were right outside. It shouldn’t have been hot, but my dick went infinitely harder as she worked me over. Christ, she knew exactly what to do to make me insane.
I slapped a hand against the door as she took me deep and nothing except her perfect pussy felt as good. With my other hand, I gripped the back of her neck, and the flash of her gray eyes made me growl out her name.
I fucked her throat, and she took me with that endless generosity that made everything in my too active brain go quiet.
She swallowed me down without a qualm, then tucked me back in as she rose to her feet. “That gets me off almost as well as you do.”
