“Jealous, huh?” I chuckle. “That’s kind of hot.”
She rolls her eyes, and I lean over to kiss her, only breaking it long enough to add, “It’s only you. It will only ever be you.”
I kiss her harder, letting my hand slide from her hair, down her body until I reach her bare leg. Her thighs part when I squeeze, and I slide my hand under her dress to run my knuckles over her panties. When she rocks into me, I break the kiss to say, “Ditch the panties.”
“Gabriel—”
I lift a brow. “Ditch them, or I’ll tear them off, and you can go back to the party with nothing under that dress.”
She looks at me wide-eyed. I don’t think I’ve ever hadsex this much, but every time I’m around her, we seem to find ourselves naked. Since the first time, Ash has become more confident. She doesn’t need me to tell her a damn thing anymore.
A grin pulls at her lips as she reaches under her dress and slides them down her legs before tossing them to the floorboard. Her teeth find her bottom lip, and I yank her across the car onto my lap and devour her mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck, grinding into my cock that strains against my jeans so hard it aches. The strap of her dress falls off her shoulder.
She’s a dream illuminated in the moonlight. With a hand on the back of her neck, I pull her toward me to kiss her neck, then her chest before pulling down the front of the dress and covering her breast with my mouth. She arches before frantically unbuckling my belt. I take over, undoing my pants and sliding them down just enough that my cock springs free.
She grins, moving to position herself over it before sinking onto me, and we groan in unison.
I fist her hair and drag her mouth to mine.
It’s wild and desperate, like I can’t quite get close enough. Probably because I can’t. Every minute away from her, I’m counting down the minutes before I can get back to her.
“The moment I saw you in this dress, I wanted to bend you over that bar so everyone would know you are mine.”
She swallows. “Even the redhead.”
I tighten my grip on her hair. “Especially the redhead. If you want we can take this party back to the clubhouse and let her watch, but I don’t think it’ll get the reaction you want. She’s kind of got a crush on you too.”
She stops, staring at me like she can’t tell if I’m serious.
Grinding into her, I nip at her collar bone. “Can’t say I blame her.”
She grins, pressing her lips to mine and twisting her fingers in my hair. “And what if I decide I like her more than you.” She giggles as she says it.
I pull her back by her hair and narrow my eyes. “Not fucking funny.”
The giggle turns to a full-blown cackle, and my chest warms.
Shit. It’s not even been a month, but I definitely love this girl.
She finishes and I follow close behind before we put our clothes back on and head back.
When we walk into the clubhouse hand in hand, I think she’s feeling better, but in case she needs more convincing, I’ll drive it home.
I stroll through the crowd, dragging her behind me. When Theo tries to flag me down, I ignore him. I’m on a mission. As we make it across the room, I step onto a stool and jump up on the bar with a shit-eating grin.
She pulls at my jeans, her eyes widening. “What are you doing?”
I smile at the crowd, none of which are paying any attention to me, so I shout, “Hey, fuckers!” Everyone turns in my direction. “This”—I point down at her—“is Ash. You probably know her as Shane’s sister.”
My dad glares at me, shaking his head.
“But if you didn’t know, she’s also my girlfriend.” Still grinning, I add, “So, fuck off.”
I finish by flipping the bird and jumping down. Grabbing her face, I crash my lips into hers. Her back hits the edge of the bar.
She giggles uncontrollably.
To be sure I made my point, I ask, “Are you still confused about where we stand?”
