“Oh yeah. That might not be great,” I said with a laugh.
He stooped down and grabbed the pieces of his check, and I noticed another quick movement coming from the back hall. I turned to see Carter zipping his fly and searching around. “You guys seen Saw?” Another guy, much bigger than Carter—the one he’d been stalking earlier—stepped out behind him, sliding his arm around Carter’s waist.
“He went that way, I’m pretty sure,” Owen replied.
The guy behind Carter said, “You want to head back to my place?”
“You’re fun, but not tonight, okay?”
“Worth a shot,” Carter’s guy said, shrugging before he and Carter split up.
At that point, Owen and I agreed it was time to head out to have a little alone time, when we saw Carter and Sawyer slip out of the crowd toward the front door.
Sawyer was in the lead, with Carter practically jogging behind.
“Hey, man. Just wanted to chat for a second.”
Sawyer stopped and turned to him, looking annoyed. “There’s nothing to talk about,” he said dismissively before walking through the door, leaving Carter in the entryway, glancing around uneasily.
“Ooh, there’s some kind of story there,” Owen said, turning to me.
Seeing Carter with that guy he’d been interested in, followed by his peculiar interaction with Sawyer, left me wondering what could have possibly happened in that back hallway. Sawyer and Carter had a tendency to get on each other’s nerves, so Carter had probably put his foot in his mouth at some point during the night. I hoped a little sobriety might resolve the issue.
We hunted down all the guys who were still around and said our goodbyes before slipping back to Owen’s place.
OWEN
The promise of seeing Keeg in his panties kept me hard the whole ride back to my place.
As long as it seemed to take, it was as though I blacked out between the moment we opened the front door and the moment we were in bed together, clawing at one another’s flesh. I was stripped down, naked, with Hot Lips in just his jeans, offering wet kisses before flinging his cap off the bed.
“I know how my prince enjoys these curls,” he said, and I ran my fingers through them and tugged gently, watching as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation.
On my knees between his legs, he had his legs positioned on either side of me, and as I continued kissing down his neck, he lounged back across the sheets. I ran my face and hands down over his body, taking it all in—as much as I could manage. I massaged my thumbs against his flesh until I reached his fly, which I bit at before unbuttoning it.
“Drum roll, please,” I said as I unzipped, my girth stiffening.
As I pulled his fly apart, I growled at the aquamarine lace waistband to the black piece. I pushed my face against it, kissing, licking, nipping at them.
Keeg rested his hands on the back of my head, petting, encouraging my work.
I heard his soft moan as I enjoyed the beauty of these panties on him.
My reaction to these was always so primal—some part of me driving me to take him and make him mine.
I hadn’t ever understood the reason fucking panties got me going like that, but I didn’t need to understand. I just needed Keegan in these, at my disposal.
I pulled away and glanced up as he watched me, his eyes alight with that familiar enthusiasm. His curls were in a mess over his head, his smile broad on his face, pushing into the dimples.
“These are new,” I said.
“Yes, they are. I was in Victoria’s Secret with Casey last weekend while my O was away.”
“I didn’t care for being away any more than you did.”
Since we’d officially become a couple, Keeg had opened up to some of his closest friends about his dirty little secret, and while I’d enjoyed when it was just ours to share, I enjoyed that he felt as though he could be open and free about something that gave him so much joy.
I finished removing his pants—the fucking inconvenience they were—and tossed them off the bed with the rest of his annoying clothes until he was lying before me in just my new black-and-aquamarine surprise.
