Page 66 of The Secrets We Share

“No panties, huh? It seems like someone had plans before we even left the house.”

“A girl can dream. Or manipulate,” she whispers with a wicked smile.

When my jeans are unbuttoned, and my cock is free, she doesn’t wait, wrapping her leg around my waist to bring us together, and I sink home.

I capture her cries of pleasure, melding our lips together in a searing kiss. The fire escape creaks and groans under the jostling of our weight as I slam into her perfect cunt. The chilly night air brushes against my heated flesh, but it does nothing when her hot pussy’s wrapped around my cock.

“Fuck, little one. Dripping all over for me.”

Her cunt pulses at my words, and my balls tighten at the sign of her incoming orgasm. I reach between our bodies, my fingers gliding against her swollen clit. Her head hits the metal door with a thud at the added sensation. Even in the dark, I can see the racing pulse at her neck as we hurdle toward the finish line.

My fingers work in tandem with the rhythm of my hips snapping into her core. She’s so close to drenching my cock. The instant my teeth scrape against the sensitive flesh on her neck and dig in, she explodes, screaming her release into the dark abyss around us. She slumps into my arms, and my thrusts pick up speed, joining her on the other side.

Slipping free, my cum spills down her leg. I trace the mess back up her soft thigh, shoving my coated fingers back into her pussy. She twitches against intrusion, but sinks her hips further onto me.

“More,” she cries desperately.

I yank my fingers free of her needy cunt and give it a slap for good measure. My fingertips touch against her lips, and she sucks them clean eagerly while moaning at the taste of our combined release.

“You’ll get more later.” I wink and releasing her leg from my hip and moving to grab her forgotten boot. “Let’s go before they send out the calvary.”

She stumbles behind me, drunk on pleasure and the waning alcohol in her bloodstream. We make our way back down the narrow staircase leading to the bar's main floor. The band’s closing out another song. I check my watch and notice we were only gone for fifteen minutes, easily justifiable by a long bathroom line. It lights up anyway with a text notification from James. I could use another drink, and I’m sure Keira could too, but I don’t want him to start a scene, so I shoot off a quick text and pull my girl toward the bar.

“There you are!” Stacey’s voice breaks through the crowd while we wait.

Keira turns to her friend, and the evidence of our disappearance must be evident because Stacey bursts out in a boisterous laughter that battles the band for attention.

“You two are worse than rabbits, I fucking swear,” I hear her yell.

Nothing wrong with that.I think to myself.

We down another round, listen to the last few songs the band covers and head out. We all made it through a night out without the world crashing around us. It’s the calm before the storm; soon, all hell will break loose.

THIRTY

KEIRA

Daddy Issues (Remix) - The Neighborhood, Syd

Tomorrow is the day everything hinges on. The last year of pandemonium all wrapped up in one little family reunion. If only I could sit this one out. Nervous energy hums steadily through my veins, no matter what I do to try to quell it. It’s not only the meeting itself, but what comes after. We have no clue what Domenico is after. This could be the first in a long line of shit kicked our way, and that’s without Patrick’s involvement.

My muscles tense the longer I sit in the middle of my yoga mat—another idea to try to relax my racing mind. Anyone who tries to tell you meditation is the perfect way to settle the mind has never had the shit I’m dealing with on their plate.

I throw up my hands and sigh in defeat. Opening my eyes, they land on a very entertained Harkin, watching me untangle my limbs to stand. My feet are half asleep from being in one position for too long, and I hobble over to where he sits on the chest press bench.

“When did you come in here? I didn’t hear you.”

“About ten minutes ago,” he answers with a soft smile.

“Shit, maybe the meditation was doing something, then.”

“Still in your head about tomorrow?” he asks, lifting a finger to push an escaped strand of hair behind my ear.

“I just want it to be over and done with. I hate not knowing the most. When we can handle whatever it is Dom’s after, I’ll feel better.”

“Me too, sweetness. But until then, I need you to come to my office so we can go over the plan for tomorrow with James.”

Tangling his fingers in my messy bun, he pulls my lips to his. He doesn’t linger, but it’s more settling than anything I’ve tried in the last hour.

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