Page 53 of Midnight Curfew

“God, I want to fuck you,” I grit through my teeth.

She whimpers, tonguing me and adding in her hand to stroke. She runs her other hand up my thigh, and my fingers hum as my eyes glide up the muscles in his.

God, I want…

Fire gathers in my legs, coasting to my groin, and I groan.

I stare at his stomach, his skin…I want…

I want…

My orgasm crests, and I stop breathing, Amy sucking me, her mouth so tight.

I come, and she pulls up, both of us jerking me off as I shoot onto her tits.

My body wants to give out. My eyes want to close, and my head wants to fall back, but I keep my eyes on him.

She made me come. Not him.

I want him to remember what I looked and sounded like in bed.

“Mmm.” Amy pouts, wiggling her ass at him. “I wanted to feel you.”

“Too busy watching you,” he tells her.

He’s not looking at her, though, the same stone-faced expression focused on me.

Rising, she gives me a little smile and walks off, tossing Callum his cell phone off the ground. I zip up my pants as she disappears into the locker room.

Callum stares at me, tapping his phone. “Hey, Grady. You still there?”

“Yup.”

We sit there, the threat stretching from him to me.

“Pack it in for the night,” he finally says. “I think everyone’s off the street.”

“Sounds good,” the cop replies. “We’ll get ’em tomorrow.”

Callum breathes out a laugh. “I think we will.”

A knot tightens in my stomach even as excitement makes my heart race. I’m going to enjoy this.

He stands up, taking his green drink with him. “Why don’t you clean up before you leave?” He gestures to the mess on the pool deck. “I’m sure you remember how.”

I watch him follow the same way Amy went, but he spins around, grinning again. “And give your family my best,” he tells me. “I don’t think I’ll see much of them this summer.”

He laughs, pushing open the doors to the locker room.

9

Dallas

I slam my fist onto Trace’s steering wheel. “Fuck!”

The same goddamn, smug, arrogant fucking bully that he always was, and now he thinks he can get away with it with me. He thinks he’s powerful, and maybe he can do everything he says he can, but not before I shove his eyeballs down his throat and his teeth up his ass. He doesn’t have my kind of power, and I’m going to fuck him up.

Swerving right, I cross the tracks, splashing through puddles as I enter the Bay. “Fuck,” I growl again.