I step back, staring down at my hand, then looking at him.
“Please don’t run,” he pants out. “I can’t take that right now.”
I blink a few times, then bring my gaze back to him. “I won’t.” I shake my head, gaze still on my hand. “I was wondering what you taste like.”
“Fuck,” he whines.
I step to him again, gripping his chin with my clean hand. His eyes fall open. “Tell me.”
Bringing my hand to his mouth, his gaze moves from mine to my hand. He leans forward, sticking his tongue out to drag along my palm. He hums a satisfied sound when his lips close, and I watch him swallow.
“It’s good. A little sweet, a little salty.”
I growl, my dick so fucking hard it hurts.
“You should try it,” he adds.
Looking back at my hand, I step away.
“Another time.”
My phone rings in my pocket, startling me and breaking the moment we were having.
It’s back to reality now.
Before things get weird, I head to the bathroom to wash my hands. My phone is ringing again by the time I’m drying them. I already know it has to be one of the guys, because no one else would be calling me at this time.
“What?” I bark into the phone.
“Where the fuck are you?” Trey shouts. “I thought the party was in your room, asshole.”
Fuck. It was.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.”
I walk out of the bathroom and find Alex sitting on the bed, all put back together. If I hadn’t just witnessed what happened, I’d never know. He looks just as sexy as he did earlier, his dark hair messy from dancing, tie undone and hanging around his neck. Two buttons popped on his dress shirt.
“You coming?” I ask, gesturing toward the door. He looks up, a slight frown on his face. “Party in my room, I guess.”
“Oh, right.” He smiles, but it’s tired. I think of telling him not to do that shit,again.But that moment is long gone, and I’m not sure we’ll ever get that back. So I guess all we can do is go on with the night and hope tomorrow will be better.
Chapter Twenty
Alex
My heart still pounds away in my chest as I follow Mack down the hall to his room. Part of me wants to say something about what happened, but I should let it go, chalk it up to a heat of the moment thing, even if it was more than that. Mack had every option to run, and he didn’t. He looked at me, and he saw me.
And he didn’t run.
Instead, he did the very thing I needed him to do. He pushed me over the edge and flipped the switch.
Before I can say a word, we come up on the wedding party all corralled outside of his room, taking up the entire width of the hallway.
Everyone is in disarray. Hudson’s shirt is soaked, with sweat or alcohol, I have no clue. Trey is bee-bopping around with his tie wrapped around his head. Paul ismaking out with one of the bridesmaids, while the remaining bridesmaids are chatting with one another. Andre pushes off the wall and meets us halfway.
Mack pulls out his key card as Andre says, “It’s about time.”
I smile, shoving my hands in my pockets.
