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How the fuck is that?
I scowl and widen the search, but still come up with not much of dick to do around here.
Huffing more to myself than those that filter in around me, I shove the device in my pocket and spin with the intention of heading out only to stop when another body rams into mine and nearly falls to the floor. I catch her by her outstretched wrist and probably cause more damage than if her ass would have just hit the tile, but instincts are instincts and I’m yanking the lithe body back up to her feet before she gets trampled by the onlookers that skitter out of the way.
Toe to toe, pulling the woman back to her feet puts her tits right in my sternum, her bated breath rushing so heavily against my chest that it filters through my shirt and sends a spike of confusing chills down my spine.
“You good?” I breathe in her familiar scent and thatwhat the fuckfeeling has the hair on the back of my neck raising with each passing second that she neither looks at me nor removes herself from my tight grip.
Her chest heaves, her face down-turned, giving me an eyeful of deep black strands piled high in a bun on her head that’s almost a whole foot beneath my line of sight.
“Um,” the woman clears her throat, seeming to gain some of her senses, and twists her arm out of my grasp. “Yeah, just great.”
When she looks up at me, her full attention on me for the first time since the night of the awards—all ocean blue eyes and sass—I feel my breath catch just a little bit and my brow furrow a whole lot.
Okay, what in the actual fuck.
“Cedar?”
“I’m gonna just …” Clearing her throat and taking a step back from me, she knocks into another person, plants her hands on their arm to apologize, and just …
Takes off.
Into the crowd like she’d rather be anywhere but near me.
“What the fuck.” I watch her make her way through the crowd and almost ignore the draw to follow. And I swear I try really hard not to follow her, but the woman is magnetic with her swaying hips and inked skin so smooth I can already feel it beneath my hands, as she passes people and squeezes between the other patrons to evade me.
I’m pushing through the maze of bodies before I even realize my boots have moved, and tail the woman like a predator locked onto its prey.
“Cedar,” I call for her, but she ignores me and keeps on walking at a brisk pace like I’m not right behind her.
Not that I know what I’m going to do once I catch her.
And maybe, justmaybe, she didn’t hear me over the roar of the party going on around us or the music now blasting from the speakers.
I know what Iwantto do, but that’s all on whether she’d let me devour that porcelain skin and pound my cock between those thick lips.
Both sets.
With my cock filling at the thought, Cedar punches the release bar on the steel door that leads to the back alley and disappears out into the darkness as if she’d rather be caught with the vagrants that hide behind the dumpsters than anywhere I happen to be, even if that means leaving her best friend’s party.
And that just won’t do.
I follow her earthy scent out into the nighttime air, the music cutting to a muted volume once the door slams closed behind me and my boots hit the pavement.
“Cedar,” I growl when the woman practically runs down the alleyway, hellbent on making it to her side of the building and shutting me out.
“Piss off,” she shouts back, her hair falling out of her messy bun and trailing behind her as my boots pound the pavement in a desperate run to catch her before she can shut me out.
Why am I doing this?
I don’t chase pussy.
“Goddamnit, Fin!” The words are out of her mouth before she can reach the handle and unlock it because I’m faster than her fumbling hands and my body is now wedged between her and her escape.
“Why the rush, Cedar?” I peer down at her, the keys still held in her tight fist, with the metal prongs sticking between her fingers like a set of brass knuckles prepped and ready to defend herself.
When all she does is stare at me with hauntingly blue eyes and wild hair, her chest heaving from the run—or possibly from how close we stand—I can’t help but step forward and crowd her even more, forcing her to step back or come in contact with my chest to hers.
