He nods. “I won’t let you down.”
I sure as fuck hope not. Too much is riding on all of us being on our A-game.
“I’ve gotta get to work.” Stella gives me another squeeze, then heads toward her purple-haired friend who’s sliding out of the booth and pushing a pair of sunglasses up her nose.
“See ya later, Menace,” Gator calls after her as he follows them to the door.
Brooklyn flips him off without breaking stride, and I have to bite back a grin. Those two are either going to kill each other, or fuck each other senseless.
Probably both.
June looks up at me, a shy smile playing on her lips. “Hey,” she says softly.
“You good, princess?” I ask, grabbing her suitcase in one hand and reaching for her hand with the other.
“Yeah,” she whispers.
“Good. Come on.”
She lets me lead her toward the stairs without question, her fingers twining with mine. Every step we climb has my blood pumping a little hotter.
When we hit my door on the second floor, I unlock it and motion her in.
She smiles shyly as she steps inside.
Following her in, I kick the door closed, drop her prissy suitcase on the floor, then spin her around and pin her against the hard wood.
Her lips part on a gasp. “Journey,” she whispers, her eyes ping-ponging on mine as I plant a hand beside her head and grip her hip with the other.
“Right here, baby.” The tension between us is crackling. Fuck. I can’t hold back any longer. With a rumble from deep in my chest, I crash my mouth against hers.
June goes stiff for a half a second and I start to wonder if I crossed a line. But my fears are dashed away when she molds her body against mine and curls her fingers into my cut, pulling me closer.
Jesus.
The taste of her has my head spinning.
“You want this?” I growl against her mouth. “Because once we start, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop again.” I need her under me now.
She arches her body closer to mine. “Yes,” she answers softly. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Thank the gods.
Nothing and no one is going to stop us this time. My heart pounds like a kick drum as I slip my hand under her shirt. Her skin is soft and warm.
Holding her stare, I drag the fabric up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra follows, and then I’m staring at those perfect tits I’ve been thinking about since I saw them this morning.
“Fucking gorgeous.” I lower my head to take a hard bud into my mouth.
June gasps. “Oh.” Her fingers thread through my hair and she holds me against her.
My baby’s eager.
I walk her backward to the bed, kicking off my boots as we go.
“Take this off.” June tugs at my cut.
I slide it off my shoulders and toss it onto the dresser.
