Page 78 of The Very Naughty List

“No!” I choke out, my pulse jumping. “No, I’m fine.”

“There’s plenty of room back here. We’re good.” Reid slowly pulls his fingers away from my clit as he speaks, leaving a smear of wetness on my inner thighs, then withdraws his hand from beneath my dress. My eyelids flutter as I watch him, and he stares at me intently as he lifts his fingers to his face.

Reid, I mouth, wishing I could whimper his name out loud as he sneakily licks the tips of his fingers, cleaning up my wetness.

“Yeah,” he says, dropping his hand and leaning back in the seat, satisfaction radiating from him as I struggle to catch mybreath, my entire body tingling. “We’re doing just fine back here.”

26

HAILEY

The car pullsinto The Old Oak parking lot before I’m ready to get out. Hell, I don’t even know if I’m actually going to beableto stand up when the time comes. I’m shaking from the orgasm, feeling flustered and unsteady.

“Looks like the place is hoppin’ tonight,” Lucas comments as Sebastian cuts the engine, surveying the crowded parking lot. “Hopefully we can get our usual table.”

The fact that he’s talking about tables and not about bloody murder makes it clear he has no idea what just happened, but my heart is still slamming hard against my ribs at the idea of how easily we could’ve gotten caught.

I glare over at Reid, who just arches a challenging brow at me as he slides across the seat and gets out of the car. Dammit, he’s so fucking bossy and confident—and even though I secretly love it, there’s no chance in hell that I’ll ever admit that to him.

Thankfully, Nick comes around to open my door and takes my hand, helping to steady me as I step out. Sitting that close to us in the backseat means that he knowsexactlywhat just happened, and he’s doing his best to help me keep it under wraps. His calloused hands are rough against mine as he givesmy hand a small squeeze, and the desire burning in his gaze is almost enough to make me come on the spot.

“You good?” he murmurs, his voice low.

“Yeah.” I swallow, glancing across the car to where Reid is standing. “Reid was just… making a point.”

Reid’s gaze locks with mine, and he reaches down to subtly adjust himself. A surge of satisfaction rises inside me at the strained look that passes over his face—at least he was torturing himself even more than he was torturing me.

Nick chuckles as Sebastian slams the driver’s side door next to us. “A point, huh? He seems to have made it well.”

“Yeah.” I clear my throat, hoping the blush on my cheeks will be mistaken for a flush from the cold. “He did.”

“Come on!” Lucas slams his own door and jerks his chin toward the bar. “Let’s get inside. I’m sure it’s getting crowded.”

Sure enough, it’s packed in The Old Oak, and there aren’t many available tables or seats at the bar when we enter the crowded space.

“I’ll go get us some drinks. Bar service will be faster than waiting at a table. You guys find us a spot.” Sebastian takes off toward the bar on a mission to hunt us all down some cocktails.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” I say, raising my voice to be heard over the music. It will do me some good to splash cold water on my face, and I still need another minute to fully recover from the orgasm.

My brother nods, and he and the other guys head off to find us a table. I take my time in the restroom, gathering my scattered composure and sliding some gloss over my lips. Once I feel like I look a little less flushed and freshly fucked, I slip out of the ladies’ room.

“Hailey? Hailey Bennett, is that you?”

I turn at the sound of my name to see a man emerging from the men’s bathroom. He looks familiar, and I frown a little as I try to place him.

“Do you remember me?” He grins. “Ken Hayward. We had biology together junior year.”

“Oh. Of course! How have you been?

“I’m good. Wow, I didn’t know you were back in town. I thought I heard through the grapevine that you were living out in LA now.”

I dread thinking about what else this guy from my school days has heard. I feel like my reputation in Chestnut Hill is the stuff of legends—but not the good kind of legend.

“Yeah, I’m back home to see my family for a while.”

“Nice, nice.” He nods, stepping a little closer to me as we move out of the way of a few people heading to the bathrooms. “So what were you doing out in LA? Modeling?”

“Oh, no. I was?—”

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