I see men looking at her again. Drooling.
Fuck this.
She’s mine.
I slide my hand to the back of her neck, fingers tightening just enough to make her shiver. My other hand clamps onto her hip, guiding her movements as her ass grinds against the hard length of my cock.
I lean down, lips at her ear. “Open your mouth.”
She whimpers when my hand slides to the front of her throat.
“Now.”
She obeys.
I lift my gaze, staring straight at the men watching her, then I spit into her pretty, open mouth.
“Swallow.”
Her throat works, and she moans.
“Good girl.”
I turn her toward me and crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her little gasp as her nipples press hard against my chest.
“That was hot,” she whispers, breathless.
I swipe my thumb over her bottom lip, smirking. “I can’t wait to have your ass tonight.”
She looks up at me, pupils blown wide. “I can’t wait.”
Yeah…
She’s fucking drunk.
It’s late, the club slowing, the music softer now. Viviana loops her arm around Autumn as they head toward the balcony stairs. Autumn yawns, like a child up past her bedtime.
“Home, please,” she mumbles, leaning her whole weight into my chest.
I chuckle and wrap an arm around her. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not—” She tilts her head up to argue, eyes glossy, lips parted in that soft way that always ruins me.
Yeah. There won’t be any ass play tonight. I want her awake for that, screaming for me, remembering every inch. By the dreamy look in her eyes? She’ll be asleep before her seatbelt clicks.
I take my suit jacket off and settle it around her shoulders. She sways into it, into me, into the warmth, trusting without thinking.
The Callaghans walk with us to the back exit, exchanging lazy goodbyes. Viviana holding Declan’s hand. Connor’s cracking jokes. Kian’s scanning the parking lot.
Kaden moves ahead of us, hand near his holster, brow pulled tight. Something on the far end of the lot catches his eye.
“Kaden?” I ask, following his line of sight.
He stiffens.
“Get the fuck down!” he roars.
Everything happens at once.
