I don't even get a chance to ask where we're going before she's hauling me up the stairs. My dick immediately turns to steel. He knows where we're going.
Lucas catches my gaze from below, smirking and shaking his head. Like he can talk. We may end up in the hallway every year, but I can never unsee what I walked in on when he and his now-wife first got together.
Serena drags me down the same hallway where we met. A rush of memories hits me all at once, like a highlight reel of the best two years of my life. It all started right here, with her damn near tackling me.
Nothing has been the same since. It's been better, as close to fucking perfect as it can be. I've always believed in love and happily ever after, but I didn't believe in fairytales until her. Now, though? Yeah, I fucking believe. I live that shit every day.
She shoves me up against the wall at the end of the hall.
"What are you doing?"
"Convincing you to behave."
"We're going to get caught again." We always get caught. It's like an unwritten rule of the fucking universe at this point. If she touches my dick at this party, there will be photos.
Will that stop me? Absolutely not. But when it inevitably happens, she won't be able to say I didn't warn her.
"No, we aren't," she mutters, sinking to her knees in front of me. "Not if you're quiet."
"I'll take that under consideration," I growl, sinking a hand into her hair as she reaches for the fly of my pants.
"Jesus, Austin. Already?"
"You expect him to behave when you're on your knees for me, princess?"
She knows exactly what she's doing, the little brat. She drags her palm over my cock through the fabric, her eyes never leaving mine. I nearly choke on my own tongue trying not to react, but the fucker twitches so hard it's a miracle I don't come right then.
"God, you love this, don't you?" she whispers, tugging my zipper down and shoving her hand inside. "You're so easy, Austin. I could probably make you come in two seconds."
"Go for it," I growl, definitely not stupid enough to object to that plan.
She laughs, squeezing my cock until I grit my teeth. "You gonna be good tonight?" she asks, stroking me slow.
"No fucking chance," I snarl.
"Not even if I say please?" She licks the head of my cock, slow enough to turn my veins molten.
I bite my tongue so hard I taste blood.
"You're a menace," I hiss, barely getting out the word before she wraps her lips around the tip and sucks me so deep my eyes roll back. "Fucking hell, Serena."
"That's it," she whispers, twisting her wrist as she bobs her head, her tongue doing things that should be illegal, or at least come with a championship ring. "I love how you lose your mind for me."
"I fucking love you, you little brat. Now suck my cock."
She grins around me.
I close my eyes, every thought in my mind focused on her. Right up until I hear a sound behind us.
I freeze, afraid to look.
This is déjà vu. We've been here before. We've done this before. Twice, actually.
I look up.
"Fuck," I breathe.
Serena freezes, my dick falling from her lips. Her gaze locks with mine.
