“Lala. Neck.”
As I feel my gut drop, he lowers his head and whispers in my ear.
“I hope to fuck you're not a jealous person.”
As he passes me, I follow his every move until he stands in front of the young blonde woman. He stares down at her before taking hold of the back of her hair and pulling it back harshly. His dark eyes linger on mine as he slowly licks up her chest to the side of her neck, but I notice her eyelids flutter close, and she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.
I keep my face expressionless, trying not to feel my envy, but it is difficult not to when he is clearly turning her on. He sprinkles the salt and then returns his tongue to her flesh, carefully tracing it up, a gasp leaving her. He shoots back the tequila before removing the lime from her lips and finally releasing her hair.
Cody offers me the hat, and I reach inside, but when I see the name, I am stunned before I quickly raise my eyes to Reign since I didn’t expect him to be playing. I straighten up, my eyes wandering down his shirtless, ripped physique, pondering, and when they return to his, I speak.
“Reign. Abs.”
We intensely lock eye contact as he prowls this way without hesitation, his toned muscles flexing with every movement, and the sexual tension between us thickens instantly, whichshouldn't be arising because of Chaos. I throw a glance at Chaos, behind Reign as soon as he comes to a halt in front of me. I raise an eyebrow at Chaos, but he simply smirks in return, seemingly unaffected that I'm going to lick his best friend's abs and fucking like it while doing so.
As I take a step closer, I glance up at Reign, who towers over me and before I crouch, he inserts the slice of lime between his teeth. I sneak my fingers beneath his waistband before running my tongue from his waistline, sliding it slowly over his hard abs. As my tongue traces over them, weaving between every bump and leaving a trail of saliva in my wake, I feel his stomach muscles clench from the sensation.
Lucy gives me the honor of handing me the salt, which I sprinkle on the trail and once I am done, I return to where it started, carefully gliding my tongue across the salt to collect it all. As he looks down at me, we maintain intense eye contact throughout, his already dark eyes becoming even darker, and I would be lying if I said I was not getting off on it.
When I am finished, I rise, and Lucy hands me the shot, which I shoot back without hesitation, the alcohol searing my throat and stomach before I tiptoe, wrapping my arms around Reigns' neck and bending my head to the side. I bite the lime from his mouth, making sure my teeth take his bottom lip at the same time as I pull it away.
He lets out a low growl, and I smirk as I suck the lime, lowering my palms down his powerful chest while landing flat on my feet. I take steps back, still holding eye contact, but I have the feeling he wants to pounce and fuck me, which only leaves me satisfied in some messed-up way.
After a while of playing, I am feeling free-spirited, tipsy, and confident, and, luckily, I am because when it comes to Chaos finally getting my name, I definitely need that drunken confidence.
“Char. Bend the fuck over.”
My glazed, wide eyes flush to his but he merely remains serious and brings his face down close to mine, speaking through clenched teeth.
“Bend the fuck over the bar.”
His dominance causes me to gulp down what remains of my dignity and turn around to face the bar. With everyone staring at me, I avoid eye contact, place a slice of lime in my mouth, and lay my forearms up on the bar, bending over slightly. I side-eye Chaos as he kneels behind me, and as soon as he wedges his fingers beneath the waistband of my sweatpants, I inhale a deep breath. He yanks them down my legs, and I attempt to shrug off the shame.
He runs his big, warm palms over the curves of my cheeks before pushing them upward, and I feel his tongue move across my ass, causing my skin to break out in shivers. My dazed eyes close while I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth, and when he is finished, he sprinkles the salt before licking it off and giving my ass an intense bite.
When he returns to his feet, he shoots the tequila back, sneaks his arm over my midsection, drags me into him, and as I glance back to look up at him, he dips his head, taking the lime from his lips. He sucks with it still in my mouth before removing it and then shoves his tongue straight down my throat.
The way he kisses me so forcefully sends my mind into a frenzy and makes me completely oblivious to the fact that my pants are still at my ankles. I hear whistles and laughter as we become lost in it, but when I realize what the hell I am doing, I break away.
We gaze at each other, his pupils expanding with dark lust, and I laugh before bending over and dragging my sweatpants up my legs, throwing another glance at Reign, who of course has watched the entire filthy act.
As soon as the game is over, we all move to the living room, where the party continues, and while the guys interact, Lucy and I dance in the middle of the room with the other two girls.
My mind is cloudy, but I relish the dark atmosphere around me. I am fully at ease and content. The room becomes increasingly empty as the night goes on since the other guys and girls have left. Lucy and I continue dancing, singing, and drinking until Cody yanks her away from me and I giggle as I watch him sling her over his shoulder before carrying her out of the room.
Once they are gone, I gulp the remainder of my drink, unsteady on my feet, while setting it down until I feel Chaos behind me. His strong arms wrap around my stomach, and he brings me in close before smothering the side of my neck with his tongue and teeth. My head spins while my eyelids flutter shut, and I release a loud gasp from the sensation. Resting against his muscular chest, I reach for the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his brown, curly locks, silently urging him to continue.
When he slides his hand down into the waistband of my sweatpants and panties, a flicker of awareness pierces through my haze. My dazed eyes slowly open, and in the dimly lit living room, I catch sight of Reign seated in a chair in the far cornerof the Lakehouse. As I murmur breathlessly, I hold onto Chaos's wrist to stop him from going any further.
“Reign is still here.”
He pauses, lifting his head, and while we both stare at Reign, who is observing us both with a glass of whiskey in his tattooed hand, Chaos whispers into my ear.
“Reign is going to watch you come for me.”
I freeze, my breathing ceasing entirely until he gently kisses my neck and slides his other warm hand down inside my shirt, placing a firm hold on my breast, and I close my eyes, desire consuming while he continues.
“After all, you watched him come, and now he wants to see exactly what you look like when you’re coming fucking hard.”
