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Her brows lift, like I’ve surprised her. “Of Dillon?”

I grit my teeth, trying to keep the rest of my shame in, but fail yet again. “Of anyone who’s ever touched you.”

Her eyes widen a little more, then she confesses, “Dillon hasn’t touched me.”

“But he wants to.” I creep closer to the soft curves of her body. A body I had my hands all over not so long ago. “And it makes me lose my goddamned mind when I think about it.”

Her lips part as she stares up at me. “Why?” The question whispers between her plush lips.

“You know why, Al.” I clench my fists. “Because I’m the one who should be touching you.” Shifting on my feet, I let the movement drag my chest across the nipples teasing me through the fabric between us. Leaning down, I brace one hand on the wall as my lips tease against her ear. “Maybe you should let me touch you now.” I breathe deep against her skin as I palm the plush curve of her hip with the hand not sticky from that fucker’s hair gel, nearly groaning as the tips of my fingers dig into the softness there.

She gasps as I find the hem of her shorts and tease the skin beneath it, tracing along the top of her thigh. “Would you let me touch you now?”

I hold my breath, knowing there’s a good chance she might tell me to get fucked. I wouldn’t blame her. I screwed up. Epically.

Her eyes fix on my face, pupils dilated in the dim light of the hall. “Are you going to be an ass again?”

I want to tell her no. I want to believe I can get past the bullshit bestowed on me by years of listening to my old man spew nonsense and vitriol.

More than that, I want to tell her about him. I want her to know why I was really at her house all the time growing up. The reason I spend holidays with her family and not mine.

But not here.

“I can’t make any promises, Al. Some shit runs deep.” It’s the most I can give her right now, but it’s more than I’ve told anyone else. Even her brother.

Al’s head falls back against the wall behind her and she lets out a resigned sigh. “Fine.”

The way she seems almost irritated by my offer to get her off makes me chuckle—lightening the weight of my mood—because it’s so like her. “Don’t sound so excited, Al.” I let my lips drag down the line of her neck, tracing her soft skin with my tongue and teeth as my touch moves higher, finding the dip where her leg meets her body and following it like a path. “I might surprise you.”

“I’ve seen your surprises.” She’s a little breathless now. “I’d rather you not do it again. I don’t want to spend all night trying to clean this outfit.”

The tips of my fingers brush across her mound, teasing the trimmed crop of hair there. “I promise to keep my jizz to myself this time.”

“Such a gentlema—”

The last word cuts off as I press against the seam of her body, delving into the soft, slippery skin it hides. “Fuck, Al.” I slidedeeper. “You’re so wet.” I groan as I stroke along her flesh. “Is this all for me?”

“Stop talking.” The retort is sharp.

I hum against her skin, smiling at this new discovery. “Make me.”

Her clit is already hard and swollen and I trace slow circles around it, pinning her body in place with mine when her legs start to wobble. I make a tsk-ing sound as I continue teasing the nub at the apex of her pillowy pussy lips. “You aren’t about to come already, are you?”

Alexis shudders against me with a gasp and a whimper, a fresh gush of wetness coating my hand. I can’t resist letting my fingers slide through it before sinking into the tight heat of her body. “I was just getting warmed up, Al.” I slide in and out of her, wishing I could watch what I’m doing. “You should take me home with you. Let me show you how sorry I am for the way I acted.”

I’m pushing my luck, I know it. But I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but spending more time with Alexis. Even though it’s a terrible fucking idea since the more I’m with her, the more of her I want. But I’m weak when it comes to her. And stupid.

Her eyes are unfocused as she stares up at me, looking flushed and dazed and only half as boneless as I want her to be. She glances toward the noisy bar, making me think she’s going to turn me down and return to her friends.

But then she nods. “Yeah. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

17

Big Man in a Little Car

Alexis

I’VE DUCKED OUT early on my friends before, but it’s never gone as smoothly as it is tonight. As Gavin leads me out the same door he tossed Tanner through less than ten minutes ago, I fire off a text to the group chat, expecting to hear endless shit about my sudden departure.

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