Page 34 of Crossing the Top Line

Tori jolts, like she’s been startled out of a deep sleep, looking at Rachel critically. “Do you need me to—”

Rachel shakes her head. “I’m good. Caleb is going to drive me home. Max and what’s-her-face already took an Uber,” she replies, looking at me pointedly.

I nod in response, not that Tori can see. It must be getting pretty late, and as much as I don’t want this night to end, we still have a team training session tomorrow afternoon in the gym.

Using my grip on Tori’s hips, I turn her slightly to face me. Considering the amount of alcohol she’s had tonight, her eyes are alert and focused entirely on me. It takes me a second to remember what I was going to say, but then I clear my throat and lean in close to speak into her ear.

“If you want to go with them, that’s fine. Oli will get me and Spence home.” My words are genuine, even if my heart is hammering “NO, DON’T GO” against my ribs in morse code.

“Spencer left a while ago, Eli,” Tori shouts over the music.

My brow furrows for a moment in confusion, but I drop the expression as she pulls back and looks at me. Her eyes wander around my face, searching for something. I don’t know what it is, but as she nods to herself, I pray to all the gods that she found it. She leans away slightly, not breaking my hold, but just far enough to speak into Rachel’s ear. I can’t hear the brief exchange over the music, but when Rachel pulls away, she gives me the most devious grin and wink I’ve ever seen before melting back into the crowd.

Tori starts moving to the music again, this time facing me, and I let her lead, especially once she wraps her arms around my neck and leans in.

“Tell Oliver he doesn’t have to worry about getting you home tonight,” she purrs.

My heart lurches into my throat, and I pull back, eyes wide and words stuck in my throat. Her gorgeous lips twist in a sultry smirk, and my cock stirs in my pants at the sight and confirmation.

“You want to go now?” I ask, words falling out in a rush.

She laughs, moving closer until our noses are brushing. My hands wrap tighter around her until there’s no air between us. Her exhales mingle with mine, her sweet tea scent heavy on my tongue, making my mouth water for a taste. I lick my suddenly dry lips and tighten my grip on her back. Suspecting she might not have heard me, I open my mouth to ask again, but I don’t get the chance as her lips slant over mine in a bruising kiss.

My brain does a factory reset, the only noise in my ears the rushing of blood and the pounding of my heart. I can’t move, can’t think, can’t breathe. I can only hold on and kiss her back, trying to match the hunger she’s showing. If she’s starving, then I’d let her devour me whole, so long as she doesn’t stop kissing me.

But someone bumps into my back, sending both of us staggering and breaking the spell. I’m panting like I’ve sprinted a mile, but I want more. More of her hands, more of her mouth, more of her anything.

“Let’s get a cab,” she says, though I read the words on her lips more than I hear them over the thundering bass beat.

I don’t waste a single second, pulling her to my side and maneuvering us through the crowd, out the door, and down a side street before she has a chance to change her mind. It’s darker and cooler out here, but that does nothing to diminish the blazing want in my chest.

She giggles as I hold her from behind, kissing her neck and watching as she punches in her address and orders the ride. It’s only a five-minute wait, and a fifteen-minute drive to wherever she’s taking us, but I don’t care. She could be driving me all the way to Alaska tonight, and I’d just smile and nod, as long as I’m with her.

I pull her hair over one shoulder and kiss the bare skin of her neck, my arms squeezing her tight. She sighs and melts into me, and I purr in my chest.

“If you keep that up, we’re not going to make it to bed,” she teases, voice breathy.

“We’ve got four minutes,darling. That’s plenty of time,” I reply, laughing a little.

“But then what’s the point of going home?” she asks.

I pause at the significantly less playful tone to her question. I turn her slightly so I can look into her face, and I press my lips together for a moment as I take stock of the vulnerability in her eyes.

“As much as I would love to give you a taste of what lies in store for the rest of our night together, I don’t want to have the memory of feeling your cunt around my cock tainted by the smell of rotting garbage, Victoria,” I say seriously.

Her breath catches and something sparks back to life in her eyes, a soft smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. I lean in and kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her. She’s so responsive, but she doesn’t simply yield to my unspoken demands. There’s a balance between us, a give and take that I’m not used to with omegas.

We pull apart as headlights round the corner, a simple sedan coming to a smooth stop in front of us.

I get the door for her, taking a breath to recenter myself. After I slide in behind her and we start moving, I pull out my phone.

Me: Don’t wait for me. I’m going home with Tori.

Oli: Wait what

Oli: You’re going home with Tori?

Oli: Like GOING HOME with Tori?!

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