He wrapped his arms around me and called my name.
I looked from the dancers to him.
“The second I saw your freckles, I knew I was done for,” he shared.
My heart thudded, and I wrapped my hand along his jaw, whispering, “Baby.”
“I have to stay until the bitter end, darling, but you can go up anytime. Just don’t go to sleep.”
I touched my mouth to his and replied, “If you’re staying, I’m staying with you.”
His fingers at my hip gave me a loving squeeze.
I turned my attention back to the dance floor, but on my way, my gaze caught on Chelsea, who was staring such hate at us, it felt like acid burning my skin.
Battle must have sensed my reaction, because his arms tightened around me protectively and he asked, “What?”
When I looked down at him, I saw him staring at Chelsea.
He turned to me. “Ignore her. She’s behaved, but she’s still a bitter cow. Don’t let her shit ruin a good day.”
“All right,” I agreed.
But, Lord.
Her look of such hostile animosity, I had to admit, it shook me.
However, Battle was right.
It’d been a good day.
Rally and Courtney were happy.
We’d all had a great time.
And I was in love with a man who was in love with me.
Nothing could mess with that.
Not a thing.
Sex that night at the Lodge with Battle was unlike anything we’d done before.
And we’d pretty much explored the smorgasbord.
But fortunately, there were always new things to introduce to the menu.
Though, I knew what we had that night would always be the best dish served.
Because Battle allowed me to lavish every inch of him with everything I could: lips, fingertips, tongue, eyes.
I did suck his cock, but I didn’t suck him off.
It wasn’t a tease.
It was making love.
And eventually, when I ran the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock, up his belly, between his pecs, up his throat and took his mouth, he rolled us so he was on top, and he slipped inside.
