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I wouldn’t lie. It felt fucking amazing, to be wholly claimed by her. Even with the ring on her finger, I hadn’t been able to quell that feral desperation for her. It was good to know she felt the same.
Since then, Holden had managed to get her to come party with him, but she kept close tabs on me no matter where she was, like she didn’t enjoy being too far from me.
As I watch the scene, my grin only widens from my spot on the side, sipping on my beer, when a new hotshot jumps on the countertop.
A shirtless Rhys Koteskiy, with SADIE written across his upper back in black marker like a name on the back of a jersey. He spins and flexes, showing off with a drunk, dimpled grin.
Sadie smirks and shoves off the wall from where she’s been keeping me quiet company.
“If you’ll excuse me, that one’s mine.”
Ro giggles and follows behind her with her camera, grabbing my wrist to pull me in closer with them.
I follow, but cut off from them to curl around Lily’s back, arms around her, fingers just inside the waistband of her skirt. I pull her to my chest, taking advantage of the little backless top she’s wearing for some bare skin-to-skin contact between the open flaps of my button-up.
Sadie climbs up onto the bar top next to her boyfriend, shouting “Shots!” and barely having to wait a second before someone from the crowd hands her a bottle of tequila and a lime.
She pulls the stopper off with her teeth, pushing Rhys to his knees. He presses his face into her low stomach, clearly flushed from alcohol and the overly warm temperature in this overcrowded house, before she grabs his chin and tilts his head back.
“Ready, hotshot?”
“For you, Gray? Always.”
Shaking my head and regrettably blushing at the tequila-filled kiss Sadie plants on my captain, I tuck my head into Lily’s neck, licking at the spilt champagne making her sticky.
She spins in my arms, pulling me down toward her.
“I’m really horny,” Lily practically yells in my ear.
Laughing, I shake my head and lean into her left ear. “Are you drunk?”
I pull back as she shakes her head, pulling on my wrist.
“Promise?” I ask, putting out my finger. She wraps hers around mine and then turns, pulling me behind her. As if she knows where she’s going.
And maybe she does, heading right up the stairs for an empty bathroom. She flicks the light on, shocked when it only lights up red from the filters the guys put on everything.
She’s nipping at my neck before I even get the door shut and locked.
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“C’mon, Lil,” I whisper into her left ear. “Gonna let your husband in? You can take it.”
She squeezes me harder then, tightening around me, almost constricting. A groan slips out as I fight for control.
“Goddamn it, Lily—stop,” I snap, no kindness in my voice. She whimpers again, and I soothe a hand up her spine. “Relax. Breathe. You’re too fucking tight.”
I knew I should’ve made her come before we started fucking, but her impatience drew me further. Until we were too far. Until she had me half inside her already.
“Tor, pleasepleaseplease, put it in,” she pleads, nearly crying already. “More please. I can take it.”
I grab her ponytail a little rougher.
“Lily, be good for me.” She nods rapidly, even though it pulls her hair harder in my grip. “Don’t come until I say. You can do that for me, right?”
She nods again, eyes watering so prettily.
“Tor, please. I can be good I can take it you know I can—”
