“Liam…” she whispers.
And then…
“Oh—my—God, that was so hot!”
Girlish squeals erupt from the end of the row. Guess we had ourselves some peeping girl toms. They’re definitely drunk. I grin, wondering if they’ll even remember this. But who could forget something like that?
Lexie gasps, suddenly self-conscious. I chuckle and tuck myself back in my pants, then help her pull her dress up to cover her tits, and then roll it down to flare out again.
I reach into my pocket and hold her panties, winking. “I’ll be keepin’ these. You’re going t’spend the rest of the night with my cum on your sloppy, sexy pussy. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” She falls onto me.
Aye. She needs me to carry her, so she does. Good. Soon, I’ll fuck her till she can’t walk, too.
“I might faint!” one girl gushes, fanning herself as I carry my savior past them and toward the stairs.
“Top of the evenin’ to ya, ladies. Be goin’ now. Need to get my good girl some water.” I wink. “Gave her five orgasms.”
“So jealous!” the other lets out a whiny moan.
Lexie nuzzles into my chest, breathing deep, releasing soft sighs. She’s wrecked, beautiful, and utterly mine.
“Shh, Darlin’. I’ve got ya.”
Her dress is a rumpled cascade of glittering fabric over my arm, and her curls are wild. Cloaked in shadow, I carry her down until we arrive in a small, private sitting room tucked away at the end of the hall. I lower her onto a deep, velvet sofa.
I don’t leave her. I find a bottle of water on a side table, crack the seal, and press it into her hand.
“Drink.”
She takes a long, desperate draught, her throat working as she swallows. When she pulls back, she wipes her mouth and stares up at me, her expression glazed behind the mask she never removed.
“You sure know how to treat a girl, Liam Donovan,” she sighs with a faint, dazed smile.
I lean in, brushing a stray curl from her brow before kissing her cheek. “Me pleasure, Darlin’. Literally.”
Not losing her smile, she cups her forehead, taking another drink. “I still can’t believe this is happening. To me!”
My hands find her legs. They’re still shaking, the muscles tight and jumpy under my palms. Firm and steady, I start to rub them, working out the tension.
“Need me to pinch you again?” I ask.
She shakes her head, releasing a tired, happy sound. “I think my red ass is more than enough reminder.”
“Good. It’ll stay red for a while yet.” I lean closer, my voice dropping to a gravelly promise. “In fact, I’ll have ye sitting in me lap for a week, so I will.”
We sit there for a few minutes, the only sound the crackle of the fire and the distant, muffled pulse of the party.
“I…I should probably go fix my face.” She nods to the nearby lounge with the restroom. “And I have to use the toilet. Vodka and nerves and…well, you.”
“I find your face is mighty fine, but go on. I’ll wait right here for ya.” I kiss her temple.
I escort her to the lounge doorway, her walk still a bit unsteady, but she insists she’s fine to walk.
I lean against the outer wall, trying to settle the storm in my own blood. Two days. It’s only been two bloody days, and I’m already ready to tear the world apart for her.
And then…
