Page 53 of One Last Time

“Arch…” Carey begins, “it’s girls night.”

“Sorry, babe, but girl’s night is over,” Archer tells her with a lazy grin.

“Oh, it’s orgasm time,” Tanya sighs, and the girls giggle.

“Yep, girl’s night is officially over,” Harrison says as he strides toward us. “As soon as they mention orgasms, it’s time to call it a night.”

There’s movement behind Harrison, and it catches my attention. “Who’s having orgasms?” Silas asks, and my heart skips a beat. Damn, why is he so fucking hot?

“You, later,” I tell him, and Bianca giggles beside me as Silas blinks slowly before walking toward me. He lifts me off the stool and onto my feet. His mouth descends on mine, and as always, I’m lost in his kiss.

“Baby, you can guaran-fucking-tee there’ll be orgasms later.”

“Damn,” I hear being whispered.

I pull back from Silas, heat creeping up my face as I realize we’re not alone. How does he always manage to make me forget everything but him.

“Bee…”

My body tenses at Tate’s words. “Who the hell invited you?” I demand, seeing the asshole standing beside my best friend.

“Pay?” Silas questions, his hand tightening around my hip.

“I warned you the last time I saw you after you called her fat. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Tate’s face tightens as his eyes flash with anger. “I didn’t call her fat, she’s not fucking fat.”

“So why the hell do you keep implying she is?” Carey growls.

Tate takes a step back, obviously realizing that all the women are about to gang up on him. “I don’t.”

“So when she eats a burger, you don’t ask if she should be?” I say as I take a step away from Silas.

“I didn’t mean…”

I cut him off… “Or ask her if she’s going to fit into her clothes?”

The girls gasp at my words, I never did tell them what else he said.

He runs his hands down his face. “I never meant it in a bad way.”

Bianca gets to her feet and kisses my cheek. “I’ll call you in the morning,” she promises me before saying goodbye to the rest of the girls and leaving the club without Tate.

We all say our goodbyes and leave the club, Tate follows behind us, and once everyone has left, I whirl around and face him. “Stay the hell away from her!” I demand. “You’ve hurt her enough.”

Silas stays quiet, and I’m grateful, I know that Tate’s his friend, but he should really think before he speaks.

“I’ll make it up to her, I really like her,” he tells me as he turns away and starts to walk toward his car.

“You have a funny way of showing it.” I call after him, and his steps falter, “She likes you, don’t hurt her again.” I’m giving him one last chance, because it’s true, Bianca really does like him.

He throws a grin at me over his shoulder. “I won’t.” It’s a vow and one I hope he keeps.

“Come on, baby, I want those orgasms you promised me,” Silas says with a sexy grin as he pulls me toward the car.

I rub my thighs together, “I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it home without one.”

His eyes darken with lust. “Fuck,” he groans, and I can’t help but smile.

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