“Take me home, Ax,” she whines. “Fuck me.”
I stroke her thigh and the feel of her skin under my fingers almost sets me on fire.
“Please,” she adds, placing a soft kiss on my neck, her hand pressed to my chest. I hear Jake chuckle. I count in my head how many seconds it would take for me to stand up and smack his head off the table.
I set my jaw and squeeze her thigh.
“I’m gonna take her in your truck,” I call over to Jake, not trusting her to hold on to me on the back of my bike right now.
He tosses me his keys.
“I’ll bring it back in an hour,” I tell him as I stand, helping her up.
“Take your time.” Jake snickers, knocking back a shot. “I would.”
This time I don’t have to hit him. Wolfe does it for me, cuffing the backside of his head. I nod to Wolfe and follow my drunken little dove out the door.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Sean
It only takes fifteen minutes to get to Layla’s from the club. The roads are empty this time of night.
“You scare me, you know?” Layla says as I unlock the back door of her house and usher her in.
“Do I?” I ask, tossing her keys into the basket on a side table.
She laughs and looks up at me with a teasing look on her face. “And not in the way you think,” she whispers, moving away from me. I watch as she kicks her sandals off and moans. The sound alone makes my cock twitch as I pull my cut off and hang it on the back of a chair before locking the back door. Layla stumbles into the living room, swaying slightly from side to side.
I follow her in and take a seat on the sofa, nodding to the seat beside me.
“Sit.”
She listens and joins me, but instead of sitting down beside me she climbs right into my lap, straddling my legs and pressing her hot pussy against me. I’m quickly learning that, regardless of the circumstances, when she’s near me, I’m instantly hard.
Drunk Layla is more open and obedient. There’s nothingholding her back and she’s really fucking difficult to resist. She rests her forearms on my shoulders and tips her forehead to mine, her copper waves falling over her shoulders.
“I’m afraid because I’ve felt alone my whole life. I don’t trust people easily.” It’s a tiny whisper as I slide my hands up her back. “I’m afraid because I trustyouand that doesn’t make sense to me,” she adds, letting her lips graze mine. “And … mostly I’m afraid because I never want to end up with the wrong person, like my mother did.” Her last words are the quietest whisper. “I want to live. She never did.”
I’m desperate for her, but I’m sober and clear-headed as I stiffen under her.
“Your truth is nothing like hers. There’s a reason you won’t ever end up like that.”
She laughs. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“Because you’re strong, little dove, and bold. You don’t take shit from anyone, even me.” I stroke her face and hope she remembers some of this. “Strength commands worship. That’s all you’ll ever know with me. I will worship you, Layla, every single day, and no one will hurt you. Ever.”
She whimpers and touches her lips to mine. Want floods my cells as I breathe her in and she presses into me further.
“Um … I’m drunk and you probably have some rule about not fucking drunk women, right?”
I flex my fists then let my hands trail over her hips, pulling my own strength from somewhere deep. Layla’s plump ass fills my palms and I rock her close to me. She moans and it almost breaks me.
Almost.
“I don’t give a fuck that you’re drunk,” I bite out. “I know you want me just as much as I want you. Drunk, sober, it doesn’t matter. But when I take this pussy for the first time, you’re going to be stone-cold sober, little dove, because I want you to remember every fucking second of me filling you. Understand?”
Layla leans back and crosses her arms in front of her. Gripping the hem of her tank top, she pulls it off over her head. Her full tits spill over the top of her lacy bra and her long red hair tumbles down. I take a second just to look at her.
