Igently pull out of her, watching me leak from her cunt and then casually stroll around to the other end of the desk where I release her wrists from the belt, the restaurant manager continuing to bang on the door.
Perhaps we weren’t as quiet as we thought we were, but I don’t give a shit. Helping Willow to stand, I crouch as I take her panties from my pocket and help them up her legs.
She winces when they’re in place, me still leaking from her body and something primal and possessive comes over me, knowing she’s wet with us, her pussy full of me.
“You’re going to keep these on, Red,” I tell her quietly, “All fucking night, to remind you that you are mine. It’s me who’s going to end the night in your bed, it’s me who’s worshipping this body, you understand?”
She nods dazed and I pluck her dress off the floor, helping her back into it as I brush my fingers through her wild hair, taming the curls back into place. Her makeup is a little smeared, but she still looks beautiful, if not a little sated.
I straighten myself out when she’s all done and then grasp her hand and stroll to the door, flicking the lock and opening it to find one furious restaurant manager on the other side.
“If I knew what you were going to do–”
“Save it,” I hiss, shoving his keys against his chest and pull Willow behind me, through the restaurant and out the doors.
“We’re never going to be able to come back here,” She hisses, eyes wide.
“Malakai owns the place,” I tell her, “Don’t worry about it.”
“He does?”
“You’ll be surprised at how many places he owns,” I advise, “But let’s talk about that little kink of yours.”
Her lashes flutter as she blinks rapidly, a pretty blush stealing across her cheeks.
“It gets you off knowing we could get caught, doesn’t it?” I tilt her chin up when she looks down at her shoes.
When she doesn’t answer me, I guide her mouth to meet mine in a tender kiss, “Nothing to be ashamed of, Red. I just know for the future what to do if I want to make you scream.”
She gasps against my lips, and I grin, pulling away from her but keep her close, hand in mine as I hail a cab.
When one pulls up, I usher her inside and give the address for the club, knowing we’re already late but finding I don’t really give a shit.
I keep Willow close on the short ride over to the club and we bypass the line when we get there, the place already packed out and heaving, the dance floor pulsing with people. I can see the rest of the group in the roped off section at the top of the short staircase but it’s Olivia who sees us first, frowning – no more like glaring in my direction.
Okay so I not only pissed off Willow, but I also pissed off her best friend. Malakai did warn me.
I shouldn’t be all that surprised when the two of them are more like sisters than they are friends.
We get there and I guide Willow into the booth, sliding in close next to her. No one notices that I have my arm around her or that she’s tucked into my side. We’ve been playing this game for so long, only nowthe rules have changed. Other than Olivia and Malakai, no one has any idea what has changed between us.
Olivia continues to glare at me from across the table, prompting me to lean into Willow, “You going to tell Olivia she doesn’t have to hate me anymore?”
Willow glances between me and then her friend, smiling softly before she plucks up her drink, “Nope,” she answers nonchalantly, taking a sip.
“What do you mean, no?” I whisper hiss, “She’s looking at me like she wants to murder me.”
“She probably does want to murder you,” Willow says, “But she feels as deeply as I do and well…”
“I hurt you,” I sigh.
Willow flicks her eyes away and nods slowly.
“I’m sorry,” I say again, “I just–”
“I know,” Willow interrupts me, “But even if I tell Olivia, it’s all good, she will still hate you until you prove it won’t happen again.”
I can’t even be mad about it, Olivia has my girls back, even if it’s me she’s protecting her from.
