“Mark me. Show them,” I tell her, giving her my neck.
Without hesitation, she leans forward, biting into my neck enough to make it sting as she sucks the skin.
She doesn’t know it, but that mark is about to permanently become part of my skin. Proof for the rest of my life that she is and always will be the only one I love. After several moments, she pulls back and looks at her work.
Then she looks up into my eyes and blushes.
“What’s that for?” I ask, brushing my fingers against her skin.
“A hickey is so high school, isn’t it?”
I shrug. “Right now, it’s us. Fuck what they think.”
I press a quick kiss to her lips before I step away to take care of the condom and clean up. By the time I make it back to her, she already has her clothes put back on, but her face still looks freshly fucked.
I love that I can put that look on her face.
“Are you ready to get back out there?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “No. I would much rather be alone with you still, but our friends are waiting, and I have been wanting to hang out with them more.”
I lean down, kissing the top of her head. “We can rain check the me and you stuff for later. Go have fun with your friends. I’ll be close and watching.”
“Of course you will be. You always are,” she jokes.
“Does that bother you?”
She looks up at me, stars in her eyes. “Not even a little bit. I love you.”
“I love you too, Viper. Now get out of here before I do all of that all over again.”
She giggles as she opens the door and steps out of the room. I watch her go, taking my time to follow her.
Mustang really knew what he was doing when he put his girl in my path. I can’t imagine my life without her now.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Rain
I runmy hands through my hair as we exit the closet.
“Trying to tame down the sex hair?” Ridge teases as he catches up to me.
“The sex might have been good, but it wasn’t sex hair great. We would have needed to be in there longer to make that happen,” I sass.
Ridge grabs me around the middle and tickles me.
“You’re a goddamn menace. I’ll show you good later tonight when I edge the fuck out of you,” he threatens.
“Hmm, you always make promises, but do you ever follow through?” I egg him on, my heart racing.
I’ve never been edged before, and honestly, I’m down to try. In fact, if I didn’t know that the girls would give us shit for taking off early, I would take him up on his offer and head home now.
Right when we come out of the hall to rejoin the party, the door bursts open. Cops dressed in head-to-toe black swarm us, shouting at people to get down. The girls start screaming as guns are pointed at them.
Holy shit. We’re being swatted on opening night.
