I snake my fingers behind his neck, holding his head in place.
“Ev,” he groans, the lust dancing in his voice as his fingers grip into my hip.
“Knoxxy baby,” I moan out, pressing my ass against his hips, swaying them from side to side. His cock is hardening, angled up in his slim-fit dark blue cotton twill pants.
“Fuck, Everlee. You’re playing dirty.”
“Am I?” I whisper back. “See, I think you are.”
He chokes out a laugh. “How so?”
“We talked about this outfit and you asked me if I thought you should wear it. I told you no. And well… you’re wearing it.”
“It’s patriotic. The pants are blue and my shirt-”
“Your shirt fits your body like a glove, hugging it in all the right places, and shows off your beautiful tattoos and biceps. When I saw you,” I turn my head to the side so my lips are brushing his cheek, “You made me so wet.”
He blows out a warm breath on my lips, fighting the urge to kiss me in public as we continue to rock and grind to the dance music, nearly fucking in the middle of the room with our clothes on, because one, if not both of us, will orgasm if we don’t stop dancing this sexy tango.
He growls out a sound. “You better be glad we aren’t at Allure, because if we were, I’d be shoving my hands in those tight little pants of yours and I’d finger fuck you until you came around them and then I’d make you suck it off.”
A whimper pulses out of my chest. I was not prepared for him to dirty talk back to me. He’s my happy, jovial guy, not this.
He spins me around in his arms, pressing both of his hands against the lower part of my back and brings me to him, placing his leg between mine so his thigh is rubbing on my… I sigh. “You asshole.”
“I’ve been known to be one. Only exercising that part of me when it’s needed, of course.”
“Of course.” And apparently right now seemed like that time. I’m so wet there has to be a huge fucking spot on my shorts to the point it looks like I’ve pissed myself.
He leans over, his cheek pressed to the side of mine again. “Are you wet for me?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
He chuckles softly.
“Why don’t you tell me?”
His thigh shifts in such a way that a quiet moan escapes from my lips. Thank God the dance floor is packed, so no one can tell I’m about to come apart.
My hand snakes up the inside of his red and white striped shirt, the ripples of his abs acting as a playground for my fingers, “I’m so wet right now, that even being a SEAL, and being able to hold your breath underwater for over two minutes, I’d drown you with my arousal.”
He stops moving and pushes back to look at me, his eyes dark with need and want.
“Yep. Fuck this. Drown me.”
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Thewordsbarelyescapemy lips before I grab her hand and lead her off the dance floor. We need to go, like now, before I fuck her right here and I’m so fucking close.
Callum asked me to work my magic to get her to behave and come upstairs with him to the VIP section so they could keep an eye on her. Although it’s more like keep her ass planted on a seat so no one can look at her, but fuck that. She’s a work of art and needs to be shared. That’s where Callum and Jax differ from Emmett and me. I don’t know why they keep trying to control her, because if they haven’t learned yet, she will not listen. She’s going to stick her foot in the ground and not budge, and I fucking love it.
I love her.
Ugh! So much so I want to shout it from the fucking rooftop!
I love Everlee McKinley. God help me!
She came to play tonight, knowing exactly what she was doing when she picked this outfit. It’s not super risky, but fuck, she looks delicious in it. Her boobs are… there are no words. Just an angel’s song, singing their praise. They’re delicious and I just want to stick my face in between them and motorboat the fuck out of them. Even while we were dancing on the floor, rather, fucking with clothes on, they were just bouncing there happily looking up at me. I just want to rub my hands over them, squeeze them, suck them, bite them. So perfect.
