Lacey nods against me, still a little unsteady on her feet. It fills me with total satisfaction and a deep sense of possessiveness to know that I’ve fucked her so good she can’t walk straight. At the reminder, my cock jerks, hungry for her again despite the fact she just made me come so hard I saw stars minutes ago. I want Lacey more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my fucking life. Like a damn caveman staking his claim, I want to keep her tied to my bed for days, making sure she and everyone else knows who she belongs to.
Shit, that sounds like a great fucking plan.
We don’t linger at the club any longer, saying a quick goodbye before we leave and jump in the nearest taxi. My place isn’t far, but walking will take too long and I refuse to fuck her in an alley. Nobody gets to see my girl blissed out with pleasure but me.
“We’re going to yours?” she asks when I give the driver my address.
I take her hand in mine, needing to touch her. “I didn’t think you’d want to go back to yours,” I say, and she nods in agreement. Lacey’s still living in the apartment she shared with my dickhead brother because he fucking abandoned her with six months left on the lease.
“I’ve been looking at new places but everywhere’s so darn expensive,” she says with a sigh. “I’d have to get a roommate but I don’t know anyone looking for a place and I don’t want to live with a stranger. But I also…” She pauses, biting her lip and her gaze dropping to her lap. “I hate living alone.”
The pain in her voice makes me want to hunt my brother down and rip his heart out with my bare hands. Instead, I just tuck Lacey closer to me. “You’ll never be alone again, Lace,” I promise her softly, using my free hand to cup her face and direct her gaze back to me so she can see how much I mean it. “You’re mine now, baby. I’m keeping you.”
That pretty pink returns to her cheeks, and she leans into me, nodding in acceptance.
“I think I’ll like that,” she admits quietly with a smile.
The second the taxi stops outside my place, I grab her and bundle her out straight into my arms. She squeals as I carry her up the stairs and inside, pausing only to lock the door behind me, and take her straight to the bedroom.
As much as I want to throw her onto my bed and fuck her until neither of us can see straight, it’s late and I want to take care of her properly.
“Go shower, baby,” I tell her and set her on her feet. I nod to the adjoining door to the bathroom. “I’ll grab you something to get changed into.”
She follows my instructions so well it makes me even more hungry for her. It takes all my self-control not to follow her into the shower and make her even dirtier, but the logical part of my brain knows that she’s experienced a lot tonight. I want to be good to her in every way, and giving her some space to shower and process everything is included in that.
I quickly tell her where the towels and soaps are in the bathroom, and Lacey smiles at me and goes to the shower.
I distract myself by changing into pajamas, throwing on a loose pair of pajama pants but leaving my shirt off. I try to tell myself it’s because it’s warm here, but really it’s because I’m hoping to feel Lacey’s hands on my skin without the barrier of clothes. I don’t regret taking her in the bathroom, but God I need to be with her without the stupid fabric between us.
I grab my phone out of my jeans pocket before I chuck my clothes in the laundry hamper. The device dings with an incoming text, and I frown as I swipe to open it. I’m not expecting to hear from anyone, and I’m not exactly notorious for being responsive to text messages. All my friends know that if they want to talk to me, they either turn up at my door or work to speak to me in person or call me enough times that I’ll get annoyed and finally answer. But I take this opportunity to distract myself from bursting into the bathroom and fucking the girl in my shower and reading the message.
I immediately regret it.
The text is from Eddie, my brother. Also known as the man sitting on top of the list of people I want to throttle.
My jaw clenches as I read the message. He tells me that he’s coming home next week because he wants to introduce his new girl to our parents, and brags about how much fun he’s having in Europe. Like I asked. I haven’t spoken to him in two months, and yet he’s texting me like we’re close friends.
I reply in a short, snappy message. Stop being a selfish dick and grow up, Eddie. Get a fucking grip.
Before I can throw my phone onto the bedside table and ignore him, he replies: no need to be jealous, bro. Take a chill pill.
Immature doesn’t even begin to describe my brother. He’s a year older than me, and yet he acts like a teenage kid. I’ve never been quick to violence, but my God do I want to punch the shit out of him right now.
I don’t bother acknowledging his stupidity with a response, instead shutting off my phone completely and chucking it in the bedside drawer. Before I have time to really wallow in the fury I feel after speaking to my brother, the bathroom door opens with a gust of soapy-smelling steam.
My attention is immediately stolen by the girl who appears in the doorway. The entire rest of the world ceases to exist when Lacey’s near. Nobody matters but her.
Especially when she’s wearing nothing but a towel.
“I um…I don’t have anything to wear,” she says, running her bottom lip between her teeth. I push to my feet, needing to be closer to her, to touch her in whatever way she’ll let me. Her eyes sparkle as she lifts her chin, a teasing smile on her full lips. “But I thought, maybe I wouldn’t need clothes anyway.”
Her words send fire through my veins, my cock instantly hardening at the sweet but sinful tone in her voice, and then she nearly kills me by letting go of the towel. It drops to the floor at her feet, leaving her bare but for a few stray water droplets decorating her skin.
Instinct consumes me. In a second, I surge forward, grabbing her and hauling her closer. Lacey cries out as my hands cup her ass, forcing her legs around my waist and grinding her bare pussy against my cock through my sweats. Whatever edge of nervousness she had before is gone, and as I throw both of us on my bed, she clings to me.
“I was going to let you shower then wrap you up in bed and let you sleep and relax,” I tell her, my voice rough with a growl. “But if you expect me to be able to sleep now that I’ve seen how fucking perfect this body is? Think again.”
Lacey laughs, the sound morphing into a moan as I dip my head, laving my tongue over her peaked nipple. Her skin tastes so fucking sweet.