Page 133 of The Pact

Damian’s body is helping to push me towards my release, however, it’s Sutton who’s fueling my desire. His velvet voice encouraging me, the feel of his mouth on me, and that ever present charge of attraction between us does things to me I can’t explain.

My hand drifts into his lap and I’m greeted by his matched need for me. His hips arch into my palm, making me moan. “I need you,” I whisper as he stares at me. “Sutton, I need you.” His eyes widen slightly. He wants it too.

“I know, baby. But right now, focus on you.” Sutton’s face is unusually serious. There’s no arguing with him. I nod, even though I don’t agree.

Moving my hips faster, I feel Damian’s body tense. He breathes in my ear, “Tell me when you’re close, princess.”

My eyes hone in on Wesley, all of my senses needing something to chase this release. I watch as his hand runs over his hard cock. Licking my lips, I imagine it in my mouth and fucking me. Oh God.

“I’m close. I’m close,” I pant out the words. Suddenly, Damian lifts me off his lap, breaking the connection. He drops me on the seat between him and Sutton. I’m hearing the clinking of metal on glass, yet my mind is spinning.

My heart races. What just happened?

“What the hell, Damian?” I hiss, glaring at him. A smirk sits on his stupid mouth. He fucking let me do that, just to take it away right as I was about to come. Dick.

“Not fucking cool,” Sutton spats.

I see Anthony at the center of the dance floor, holding a glass up.

Damian leans over and whispers, “I choose when and where we fuck, not you.”

I’m so pissed that my body is on fire, I could smash something or scream. I don’t because Anthony’s asking Cassie to join him on the dance floor.

“Cassie, love of my life. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I could lose everything, but as long as I have you, I am satisfied and complete.” I watch as she smiles sweetly at him. They really are the perfect couple. “I wanted to create the most memorable birthday for you and I think I’ve done a hell of a job.” Claps and shouts in his favor ring out. “But I think I can outdo myself.”

I watch as Anthony gets down on one knee and pulls out a small black box. Chills run over my body and I stand up.

“Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

My best friend is smiling and crying and jumping up and down as she screams, “Yes!” Happiness washes away my anger. I lock eyes with her across the room and she holds up the ring finger that’s now adorned with a giant diamond that I can see sparkling all the way from where I stand.

Despite Damian, this night is perfect. He’ll get what’s coming to him, but for now, I’ll revel in my friend’s excitement and joy. She deserves all of it and more.

45

THEA

It isn’t long after the proposal that we’re back in the limo. Wesley urged me to talk to Cassie before hurrying me out of the venue.

Now, I sit with him on my left and Sutton on my right. The tension in the air is thick and electric. Despite that, no one makes a move. I glance between Cole and Damian, who are sitting opposite each other on the leather seats that line the limo’s length.

I’m about to say something when Wesley takes my face in his hands and pushes his lips against mine, hard and unyielding. With anyone else, it might feel too rough. However, with him, it sends a rush of adrenaline through my body.

I meet his forceful mouth and tongue with equal aggression. This is how we like it.

After getting so close to coming at the party, I’m not wasting any time. I want my release that Damian denied me.

Pulling up the skirt of my dress, I swing my leg over so that I’m straddling Wes. His hands slide beneath the fabric, bunched at my thighs, until he reaches my ass. Grabbing two handfuls, he yanks me closer until there’s no room between us. His nails dig into my skin and I know I’ll have marks to admire for days.

I push my hands through his styled hair, making it messy. Just how I like it. Wes kisses down my throat before licking his way back up. His warm breath heats the damp trail over my sensitive skin, making me shiver.

He pulls away. “It was very difficult for me to not touch you while you were in Damian’s lap.” Wes looks over my shoulder at where his brother’s sitting.

I don’t want his attention on anyone but me. I don’t want Damian to screw this up. He can pout over there or watch the show. I could give two fucks what he does. That flare of rage at denying me comes back—I use my body to find relief.

Grabbing Wesley’s chin, I force him to look back at me. Pushing deeper into him, I run the length of myself over the ridge of his cock. I throw a glance over my shoulder at Damian. We lock eyes. “Well, now I’m in your lap, so what are you going to do about it?” I turn my gaze back to Wes, waiting for an answer.

His hips buck into me, making me moan in response. “I’m going to fuck you while they watch.”

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