Page 65 of The Secrets We Share

“I’m right about a lot of things. You’ll need to be more specific.”

He shoots me an unimpressed look. “About coming out. I think Stacey needed it, too.”

“Are you ever going to admit to me that there’s more than just a hook-up happening between you two?”

His eyes shift to the woman in question, who’s cackling at something Keira said. “It’s about to become much more than that,” he says ominously.

Before I can hound him further, the mic cracks, and the lead singer of the next band introduces themselves to the crowd. They’re an interesting mix of metal and EDM, but not too hard on the ears. The girls ditch us, shoving through the rowdy crowd to a spot in the middle.

We have a harder time making it through the throngs of jumping people, and I can see the irritation in my friend rising. When we find the girls, they’re both pulled in close, keeping them out of reach of any drunk wandering hands.

Keira’s body jostling against me, paired with her earlier comment, makes my dick thicken. Images of her shoved against a graffiti-covered bathroom stall, coming all over my cock, doesn’t help my predicament. I bat them away, trying to focus on the music. This night is for her to relax and let loose with Stacey. But a man can only do so much when his body automatically reacts to the goddess in his arms.

She eventually notices, turning around in my arms and throwing hers around my neck. “Are you going to keep teasing me all night, or are you going to take me somewhere to fuck me?”

Her brazen attitude has everything to do with the fact that we’re in public, and she’s had more to drink tonight than she has in months. I wonder how she’d react if I let her continue this little power trip.

“You want me to treat you like an easy whore and fuck you in the bathroom, little one?”

At the offer, her eyes bore into mine. That plump bottom lip catches between her teeth after her tongue drags along it. The crowd is thick, the music drowning out their existence. My fingers close around her exposed waist, pulling her into my chest. My other hand squeezes between us, shoving down the front of her jeans. Those lust-filled orbs grow wide at the unexpected intrusion, not that she minds.

She’s bare beneath my fingers, her cunt wet and ready for my cock. I told myself it was just to see before I dragged her away to find a quieter place where we could have a few minutes alone, but I sink two fingers into her. She perks onto her toes, shoving into me and dropping a moan next to my ear.

“Harkin, please.”

“Please, what, sweetness?”

“Please take me somewhere and fuck me hard.”

My chest bounces with a chuckle. I rip my hand free from its warm confines, looking between us to ensure everything’s in place. I nudge James and let him know we’ll return soon. He just shakes his head, knowing damn well we’re not looking for another round of drinks.

I drag Keira behind me, heading down the dark hall that houses the office we christened last time. Instead of turning right into the women’s restroom, we slip up the back stairwell used for the lighting and sound crews on the upper balcony of the bar.

“Harkin, where are we going?” Keira calls behind me.

“We’re almost there,” I shout back, but I don’t know if she can hear me over the thudding of the drums.

I find what I’m looking for at the end of the narrow hallway: the bright red emergency sign above a secluded door. Thankfully, it’s unlocked, and when I push it open to step through, the metal of the fire escape creaks under me. Thesethings have always seemed untrustworthy, but I know the city has strict regulations on them for businesses.

“Harkin, what the hell are we doing out here?” Keira asks, following me onto the narrow platform.

“You know I’m a possessive man, little one. Did you think I’d let a crowd of drunk bargoers hear your cries of pleasure?” I ask, pushing her back against the metal door as soon as it slips shut.

“And you think out here, where anyone could see us instead of in a closed stall, is better?”

I turn my head left. The only thing in that direction is the closed-off brick walls of an alleyway, with trash collecting in the bar’s bins below. To the right, the street bustles with foot traffic and the occasional taxi, but everyone is too busy moving about their night. They don’t take the time to look down the shadowed passageway.

“I like my chances,” I say with a grin, popping the button of her jeans.

My fingers return to her heat that’s still wet with her desire. Our exposure’s forgotten the second my thumb circles her clit. A keening groan echoes across the night, and I want to hear her scream so loud she drowns out the music pumping inside.

“How long do you think we have until Stacey starts looking for you?”

“Ten minutes, max.”

I’ll have her falling apart in eight. “Boot off, pants down.”

Her eyes grow wide, but she shoves me away to give her space to strip down. It would have been a great night for her to wear a skirt, but I won’t let her wardrobe dictate our ability to fuck. She toes off her boot, kicking it out of the way, but not too far that it’s in danger of falling to the ground below. As she shoves her jeans to her ankles and steps out of one side, my mouth waters to taste her sweet cunt. That’ll have to wait until we get home, when I can give her all the time and attention she deserves.

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