Now that he mentions it, it would make sense. What kind of a police station shuts down at eight p.m.?
“There you guys are. I thought we’d already lost you!” John shoots me a wink and slaps Roman on the shoulder. I have to admit, they put on a great show of being normal. It fooled me when I first met them. I’d never guess that they had bulletproof vests on under their coats.
Roman groans and gives him a death glare, but that only makes John more eager to piss him off. Taylor lingers at his side and has an entertained look on his face.
“Let’s go dance, Briar.” John takes my hand and pulls me toward the thick crowd of moving bodies. It’s warmer in the center, near the fire, and the music is just as electrifying as it was before.
Although I do have to admit, it’s much more fun with people to dance with.
John flirts with his eyes more than anything else, but he lets his hands move down my sides a few times. Taylor and Gale are dancing with some girls nearby, and Bensen is in a heated conversation with a group of people. Perhaps some friends he’s made while being here?
I can’t help but feel bad that Roman is watching us all have a good time from the sidelines, arms crossed tightly and a dangerous scowl planted firmly on his face.
I wade through bodies and grab his hand, pulling him into the horde against his will. “Briar. I’m not dancing,” he whispers with a glare.
My smile is as mischievous as it is curious at how far I can push him. I pass the squad and drag Roman into the thickest part of the crowd, where everyone is chest to chest grinding and dancing with half their minds.
“Who said anything about dancing?” I tease, turning around and lifting the back of my skirt up enough for him to see my thong.
Roman swallows, and his pupils dilate. “Fuck, you are wild, Squirt.” He chuckles as he pulls me closer, holding my hips against his tightly. “I’m going to show you what’s really crazy.”
He unzips his pants and moves my underwear out of the way, groaning when he feels how wet I am already. Roman grinds behind me, teasing my ass with his cock. We’re so packed in here that no one would be able to see what we’re doing unless they were paying attention.
Roman lines himself up with my entrance, stretching my undies to the side as he thrusts into me with one sharp movement. I cry out, but the sound gets swallowed whole by all the other people laughing, singing, yelling. The music leaves nothing left of our moans as we fuck in the crowd. The bass of the song vibrates my chest. This is true ecstasy.
My adrenaline is piqued, and I can’t help but want more. It’s fucking addicting pushing the limits with him. And he doesn’t give a shit, he just keeps going to greater heights and pushing past where I think he’ll draw the line.
My skirt is up and long enough that no one would know we’re actually fucking unless they were watching closely at how hard Roman’s railing into me from behind. He’s gripping my hips so aggressively, burying his fingers into my flesh and pounding my ass with a force.
“Oh fuck, it hurts,” I moan, knees turning in toward each other.
Roman chuckles, wrapping his hand around my neck so he can murmur in my ear, “But you love it rough. You like when my fat cock fills you so much that it hurts, don’t you, Squirt?” My head bobs up and down lewdly as he ruts into me.
“Fuck yes, I’m addicted to you,” I mumble as my eyes roll to the back of my head and he pumps into me once more before I’m coming on his dick so violently that my cheeks turn red.
He stops humping and comes deep into my pussy, growling as he rests his head against the back of mine. “You’re fucking milking me dry, Squirt,” he moans.
My eyes are heavy as I scan the crowd to make sure no one’s looking. As suspected, no one is even looking our way or has any idea what he just did. I smile and bite the corner of my lip. That was the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done.
Roman slowly pulls his dick from me and slides my thong back into place.
I frown and shift uncomfortably. “It’s all wet. I’m just going to take it off,” I complain as I move my hands to pull them down.
Roman catches my hands and spins me so we’re looking into each other’s eyes. A dark flicker moves across his gaze that makes my breath catch in my lungs.
“You’ll do no such thing. You’re going to keep my seed snug inside you with your soaked panties, Briar, or I’ll put something in you to plug it up.” His threat only makes my core ache again, and I moan a little into his kiss. Why is that so hot? I don’t question it—I just lean into his embrace.
“So volatile,” I murmur against his lips.
He smiles and chuckles. “I’m only a man, Squirt.”
Yeah, one who can kill people with no remorse.
Roman’s pocket vibrates and he pulls out his phone, sparing it a short glance before dropping it back into his pocket.“Sutherland is by the beer table.” He moves my hair behind my ear gently before readjusting my skirt. “Ready? I’ll be watching the entire time.”
I nod nervously and turn to head toward the beer station. My stomach churns as I get closer. Grahm’s talking to a few other men, so I stop at the edge of the table and act like I’m looking for a drink.
I glance back to where Roman and I were just “dancing” and find no sign of him. Nor do I see any of the others. They must already be in position.
