“I think you get off on it too,” he adds, tossing me a grin over his shoulder.
“You can check for yourself in a minute,” I quip, reaching out and fondling his ass cheeks.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he says, hauling me into his arms when we reach the top of the stairs. “I was freaking the fuck out.”
“I can handle myself. And I know how to handle Darrow Knight.”
He threads his fingers through my hair as his warm brown eyes dart all over my face. “I know that, babe, but it didn’t stop me worrying.”
I circle my arms around his neck, pressing the length of my body against his. “You’re the only one I believe.”
His brow creases. “Why?”
“Because you don’t play games. You’re straight with me.”
He palms my face. “Then, believe me when I say Saint, Theo, and I had nothing to do with this.”
I kiss the corner of his mouth. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” I’m exhausted from the past forty-eight hours, and I’m done thinking about all the shit that’s gone down. I need a distraction, and Caz is the perfect kind.
His eyes bore into mine. “What do you want?” He grips me at the waist. “What do you need?” His hips rock against mine, his hard-on pressing against the soft flesh of my lower tummy.
I kiss him hard and fast. “You.”
His hands roam my sides, his fingers brushing against my breasts, sending a rake of shivers ghosting over me. “I can take one for the team.”
He smirks, and I smack his chest. “Careful or I’ll kick you to the curb in favor ofSaintly.”
“Like fuck you will.” His lips collide with mine in a possessive kiss that curls my toes.
I roam my hands up and down his back as our mouths slant hungrily against one another. “Fuck me, Caz,” I demand, between hot kisses.
He lifts me up, and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. “It’d be my pleasure.”
He keeps his arms locked around me, walking me through the first bedroom, past a shared bathroom, and into the second bedroom, with his lips latched onto my neck, sucking on my skin, determined to leave his mark on me.
Throwing me down on the bed, he kneels in front of me, prying off my boots. I sit up on my elbows, watching him remove my socks before his hands trek up my jean-clad legs. “You are so fucking sexy,” he purrs, lowering his body flush against mine. I drop flat on my back as his mouth covers mine, and we kiss and grind against one another until we’re both panting.
“I need you inside me, Caz.” I tug his shirt up his body, and he rips it the rest of the way off. He balls it up, ready to toss it aside before a mischievous glint appears in his eye. Angling his body, he purposely throws his shirt over the edge of the steel railing which partially conceals the upper level from the lower level. Anyone looking up here now wouldn’t be able to see us, but they sure as hell will hear us.
If we’re loud enough.
“I’m due some payback,” Caz winks, returning his focus to me, and I know he’s referencing the time Saint pulled me off him mid-thrust, leaving him with a bad case of blue balls.
“How far are you willing to take it?” I murmur, popping the top button on his jeans.
His grin is so wide it threatens to split his face. “As far as you want to, baby,” he replies, unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them down my legs along with my flimsy lace panties.
“That is music to my ears, stud.” I sit up, yanking his jeans down, and palm his erection through his boxers. I trace his length with my fingers as he lifts my sweater and tank off me before unclipping my bra and flinging it aside.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes, baby,” he says, gently removing my wrist from his dick.
“And we’re like cliché city,” I joke.
He grins, shoving his boxers down, freeing his thick shaft. I lean forward, and my tongue darts out, lapping up the bead of precum glistening on his crown.
“Fuck yeah, babe.” He kicks his boxers away.
“Louder,” I command before trailing my lips up and down his cock, sucking and nibbling his warm flesh.
