Page 81 of Falling in Reverse

“I need to get back,” she claims, giving a little yank to her hand. “Please, stop doing this.”

“Give me something to tide me over then.” Matteo throws his hands in the air, appearing agitated and barking off something at two dudes on his left. Angling myself closer to her, my eyes remain pinned on dickhead. “Touch me, baby. Just for a second.”

“No, I can’t—” My free hand lands on her upper thigh, and slowly begins to massage it.

“I want you.” I connect with alluring eyes, which are my new favorite color. “And one day, you’re gonna be mine.”

Slowly, she rocks her head back and forth, and I don’t miss the fear that brims in those irises. “I can’t. He’s going to come looking for me.”

I briefly steal a view of De Leon and keep it there so she stops freaking out. “He hasn’t yet. Tell me you don’t want me, Bay. Because I’m not gonna lie to you and tell you that I’ve never dreamt of your hands on me, stroking and driving me insane.”

“You sleep with everyone.”

My face scrunches, because where the fuck—“Who the hell told you that?” She doesn’t answer me, and I growl out, “Fuckhead talkin’ shit about me? You shouldn’t listen to him. And if I was, I wouldn’t be chasin’ you.”

“This is madness. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving Matteo.”

“You haven’t been with me yet.”

“I can’t.”

“You can do whatever you want to do.” I bring her hand up to my lips and press a soft kiss to the top of it. “I’d treat you like a queen, Wildfire.”

“I think you’ve gotten into too many fights,” she retorts. “Something’s messed up in your head.”

I smile. “Maybe. Still doesn’t change the fact that I want—” Her free hand lands on my hard cock then, almost sending me to my knees at how fucking amazing she feels there.

In short, small strokes, she rubs me through my jeans, and I almost don’t hear it when she says, “Is this what you want? Will this get you to go away?”

My chest tightens at the reality that she’s touching me. The way she innocently kneads my length and it’s the sexiest shit I’ve ever had.

I can’t even find words at first, reveling in the stolen moment that I’ll never get again until I can get her to drop the loser De Leon and hook up with me.

“You need to stop seeking me out.” I turn to say something to her, but she’s quick to order, “Don’t take your eyes off him. I’m cheating on him and it’s your fault.”

“I’ll gladly take the blame,” I reply honestly, my fingers skating up her naked skin and to the edge of her shorts, feeling a trail of goosebumps follow. “I might as well get the full experience before this never happens again.”

“You’re right, it’s never going to happen again.” She emits it like it’s a fact, and maybe it is; however, I don’t like how easily that falls off her lips.

Spinning her around so that her spine is nestled up against the wall, I mutter, “Your turn.”

“I can’t see him,” she says in a panic. “I’m not tall enough to see over all the people.”

My palm slides down her front and between the waistband of her shorts. “He’s to your right. Leaned up against the wall.” She doesn’t respond as I locate the hem of her panty line, short enough that it doesn’t make it too awkward. “See him?”

She bobs her head. “Torin…please…”

“Fuck, don’t do that,” I beg back. “I’m desperate to feel you bare, and then I promise I won’t bother you…for a week.”

She squeezes me, believing it’s going to ward me off, when it only amps up the desire to fuck her in the bathroom that’s only five yards away from us. “No. You have to stay away permanently. You’re going to get me—” I brush her clit and her lips part in this beautiful way that has me twitching against her palm.

“Fuck, baby, you’re wet. And it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

She hesitates, probably against her better judgment before giving me a curt nod.

She’s not fucking stupid.

In fact, Bay is smart as hell and the only brainless thing she’s doing is dating my enemy.

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