I shake my head in disbelief. “My dad is a happily married, straight man.”
“Fine, I’ll allow it. Only because Ender said how sweet your mom has been to him.”
I slowly turn to Ender who’s watching the dance floor, oblivious to the conversation. I vaguely hear Faith drag away a protesting Connor as I step up behind Ender. “Are you having fun?” I whisper.
He leans into me, lolling his head back onto my shoulder. “You’re always worried about me having fun.”
“I can’t help it if you’ve made it my life’s goal to make you happy,” I say before my lips brush against his neck, my hands mindlessly finding his hips and pulling him in even closer.
“You can stop worrying. Goal accomplished,” he whispers breathlessly toward the ceiling.
I tremble with the mere thought of saying it—the words that I’ve never said to anyone before. At least not with the same gravity as they hold with Ender. But once said, you can’t take them back—and that scares the fuck out of me.
What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if he runs?
Those lingering thoughts make me bite my tongue.
When he breaks the silence, it’s to ask a question I’ve been waiting weeks to hear. “Can we go to the club again?”
I take his earlobe between my lips and suck, then release it quickly. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He hums while his palms land on my thighs, holding me tighter against him—both of us needing the connection. “Tell me what you want,” he says.
I hesitate—spellbound by the moment—then remember we had something important to discuss. “Well, there is that little debt you have to settle.”
His soft chuckle makes me smile. “I’ve been waiting for you to bring that up,” he says as he turns to face me, wrapping his arms around my neck. “And what exactly is the payment for losing our bet, Blue?”
I graze my tongue across his lips before pushing between them, his tongue joining mine in a sensual dance. I revel in the jolt of electricity it sends through my entire body before we come up for air.
He’s laser-focused on me when I say, “I want everyone there to watch me fuck you—hard. To watch you come all over yourselfwhile screaming my name.” The hazel disappears from his eyes, replaced with lust as he sucks in a breath. A small growl rises within me, loving how reactive his body is to my every word. I lean into him, grazing my lips along his jaw and up to his ear to whisper, “When you come undone…for me.”
The softest whimper, meant for only my ears, has my dick twitching. I pull him into me, clutching him to my chest as I kiss him—hungry and fierce, aching with the desire to consume every single piece of him.
Chapter Twenty
He Shattered It Into a Million Pieces
Ender
Tonight’s the night Gabe is going to fuck me in front of someone—people? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified. So many ‘what ifs’ were running through my head that I didn’t trustmyself at home alone. Getting ready at Gabe’s house was the only way to make sure I didn’t chicken out.
“You almost ready, Bean?” He sneaks up behind me just as I’m munching on my candy, his pet name making me smile.
“Almost.”
“Which color is tonight’s dinner?”
“Blue,” I say, grinning.
“Hmm, I like the sound of that.” My body hums from head to toe when his lips caress my lobes down to my shoulders.
Breathing deeply, I tell him, “We need to go before I change my mind and cuff you to this bed to have my way with you.”
I watch him in the mirror—his hard stare causing a wave of heat to rise from my nape, until perspiration begins to form on my temples.
His nostrils flare just before a rush of air leaves him. “Let’s go,” he says, grabbing my hand and dragging me out to the car. I smiled the whole time, knowing I was able to make him lose his composure.
You could hear a pin drop the entire ride to the club—he didn’t even put on music—his grip on my thigh tightening every time I move or make a sound. Provoking him is fun.
