Chapter 11
Dean
“Well now, you’re just cock blocking me!” she laughed, pushing me into the back hallway.
Why did that bother me?
Why did her sayingthatbother me so damn much?
Would she have gone to the party with them? She seemed to know them all. I’m a grown man—trying not to let it bother me, but the thought of her and that pretty boy lead singer was putting images in my head that I didn’t want there at all.
“You want to go with them?” I asked her, rubbing the ache in my chest away.
Her hand reached out and softly tugged on the hem of my shirt. She didn’t answer me, but her smile slid from her face.
My gaze dropped to her fingers. They twisted into a small fist, pulling my shirt closer to her, pulling me closer to her. Liv stepped back until she was flat against the wall, and I was hovering over her, our faces close together, our lips just inches apart.
Her breath hitched. I heard it in the muted hallway, watched it, with the quick rise and fall of her chest.God, I could fall right into her and never be able to get back up again.
“Do you want to leave with them?” I asked again, voice hard and tight.
Her face arched up to mine, her breath on my skin, the sweet scent of oranges and vodka.
“No.” Her voice was soft, lucid, her cheeks flushed to a deep red. “The only person I want to leave with is you.” The lack of light in the hallway meant so little to me this close to her. I could feel every inch of her warm skin. I could feel in the air that thickened around us how much she wanted me. Did she have any clue my desire for her was so much more?
We were alone, just the two of us, hidden in the shadows of the flashing lights from the dance floor. All I needed to do was shift no more than an inch closer, and my lips would be on hers, her skin hot against mine, hike up that skirt and take her up against the wall.
My hands moved down toward hers, but I hesitated when I heard her sigh my name. I wanted to hear that again, and again. I wanted an entire night of her sighing my name, screaming my name. Not a few seconds inside her, up along a dirty bar wall.
I unraveled my shirt from her grasp, entwined her fingers in mine, “Come on,” I said, clearing the thick knot in my throat. “Let’s get out of here before we get hauled off for public indecency.”
She let out a breathy gasp as I pulled her away.
We quickly walked out of the dark hallway, stumbling together into Ryan. He held our coats in his hand with a sour look across his face. “Your sister is already outside, waiting by an Uber.”
“What? Why?” Liv asked, dropping my hand to slip her arms through her coat.
Ryan took a long exaggerated breath and whined, “Apparently, there’s an ex-douchebag here, and she refuses to be in the same vicinity as him, even if I promised to shove my fist into his dick hole.” He looked at me and shrugged.
Everything he said was always awkwardly graphic. How did he ever get laid?
Liv rushed outside, and Brooke hurried us into the car with quick hard shoves. Before we were in all the way, she slammed the door on Ryan’s leg sending him into a fit of grunts and mumbled expletives. Without an apology, she rolled her eyes and hunkered down in the front seat. Her ass slid low in the seat like she was trying to hide from something. It made no sense.
It also didn’t make sense why I was sitting in the middle of the back seat with Ryan on one side of me and Liv on the other. I was the biggest one there, why the hell was I stuck in the middle?
On my right side Ryan elbowed me low in the gut, almost getting my dick. My poor dick was still rock hard from listening to Liv breathing heavy in the hallway. I cocked my head to the side to see what the hell Ryan was hitting me for.
He looked confused. “Bro, is it me? Am I too much for her?” he mouthed out and pointed to Brooke in the front seat. “Why does she hate me?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “How the fuck should I know?”
He folded his arms angrily and mumbled crap about crazy women as he looked out the passenger side window.
Next to me on my other side, Liv squirmed in her seat. Her skirt edged up high on her thigh, and her bare skin pressed against the leg of my pants. All I could do was stare at the smooth expanse of her skin. It was only thirteen miles from Manhattan to our house in Queens with lit up concrete mountains that stretched to the sky closing us in. As we drove through the city, the streetlights flickered above us, and in the tiny flashes of light, I watched her long legs pucker with goose bumps. I wanted to take off all her clothes and wrap myself around her, just to warm her up again.
Again, I pictured those legs wrapped around me as I pushed into her achingly slow.
My hand shifted between us, my fingertips slipping across her skin. She was smoother than silk.
