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“Sweetheart,” I growl in her face. “You are definitely not going to fucking finish on my buddy’s lap in front of my face.”

“Finish what?” Her lips heave in a flirtatious smirk as her hands trail down my chest from my shoulders. “That was rude.”

“Fuck you,” I snap through pinched brows. “Do you think that shit was funny?”

“Watching you stomp over to me like a petulant child—” Her lips curl into a smile.”—yeah, it was.”

“Remember what I said.” I’m going to make sure that no one, not even you, is going to get fucked under my roof. “I’m not playing with you, Stormi.”

“I’m not under your roof.” She angles her neck to get the hair away from her face, but it only opens up what I’ve wanted to sink my teeth into since the first time I noticed how beautiful she was.

My eyes tighten. “You finally ready for the consequences I had in mind?” Stormi erases space, thrusting her ass out for Mills and whatever other fucker to view.

Me, on the other hand, I’m trying to keep a steady breath. I’m attempting not to take advantage of her while she’s had way too much to drink.

The consequences I had in mind were slapping her ass and telling her that we’re going home. If she were sober, I’d be balls deep inside her, but I’m not that much of a fucking dumbass to know that sober Stormi wouldn’t want me fucking her to Pluto and back.

“What were those again?” she presses, her blues scanning my face incoherently. Her fingers begin to pick at my shirt, tempting me more than anything in my life.

“You want to come, sweetheart? Is that what you were trying to do?” Her cheeks pinken.

There she is.

Liquid courage is a real thing, folks.

“I was just feeling the music,” she replies.

“And Mills’ cock rubbing up against your ass or your clit.” Her eyes drop down to my body, and what’s not so amusing is how self-conscious she is when I’m around her when she’s perfectly placated around Mills and Bishop.

Serves me right, I was the only one who caused mental and physical discomfort. However, it doesn’t stop me from wanting to change it.

“Was his hardness rubbing against you?” I lift her by her ass so that her pussy is now lined up with my hard as hell cock. “You’re too fuckable when you’re moving around like that, sweetheart.”

Her blues flick back up to my hazels, meeting my stare. “Why do you keep complimenting me?”

“Because it’s true.” Her head starts to move back and forth, but I grasp the sides of it with my palms. “You can thank me for being so honest instead of arguing and show me.”

“Show you?”

This woman...

I loom in, smelling the tequila on her breath and the sweetness of whatever they mixed it with. “Are you going to dance for me, sweetheart. I haven’t gotten one yet.”

“You don’t deserve one.” Her forehead presses into mine. “But, I’m sure Claire will offer you one if I ask.”

I knead her ass once for no other reason than I wish to. And that I need her to know that I crave her like a bad habit.

“I only want you,” I volunteer. “Haven’t you figured that out already?”

“I think it’s safe to say—” She shifts her face to my ear, sending a thrill of excitement through my body. “—you’re a man that’ll take anything that’s readily there. And I’m here...with you.”

She pulls herself away to my dismay, making me feel the loss of her immediately. But she grinds her pussy against my dick, and I groan outwardly.

I bring my hands around, letting them lightly graze her sides, and it seems to give her some sort of assurance because Stormi—the woman I stabbed, cut, flipped over and half-drowned—was giving me a lap dance. The thin material of her leggings leaves nothing to the imagination of how good it would feel.

I watch her eyes shut on their own accord, which only has me wanting to thrust upward.

When she rotates her hips again, she grips my shoulders, and a whole other scenario begins to play out in my head of us naked, her bare tits in my face, and me buried inside her.

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