Pressing myself against her, I whisper in her ear, “So, I can feel them digging into my back while I fuck you.”
She shivers then fans her face. “Keep that up, and we won’t make it out the door.”
“That’s my new plan.”
“Nope. Come on. Everyone’s waiting. The girls have already messaged me ten times.” She smacks my chest.
Since I’m not going to get my way this time, I double-check to be sure I have my wallet, grab my keys, and we can hit the road.
The parking lot is packed at the bar. I offer to drop Rachel at the door and meet her inside, but she insists she’ll walk in with me.
At the door, they check our ID’s and let us in.
“Everyone is back here.” Rachel leans in and yells, dragging me with her.
The minute I step inside the secluded area, everyone yells surprise.
I look over at Rachel, and she shrugs her shoulders. “Since birthdays aren’t a big deal, I figured you wouldn’t mind sharing this party with me.”
We make our way around the room, exchanging hellos, and I introduce her to a few people that she didn’t know before tonight. I’m speechless when I spot Louis, Gunner, and their wives.
“How the hell?”
“Smitty called Cole, who called me. I invited this one.” Gunner points to Louis. “Sunny’s here somewhere; I think I saw her wander off with Ryker.”
“Motherfuckers. And let me guess, you were behind all of this too,” I question Rachel.
“You mentioned them enough that I figured they were pretty important.”
“Guys, I’ll be right back.” Forget finding my shithead brother and Sunny. This is way more important.
With Rachel’s arm in mine, I whisk her off to the nearest bathroom and lock the door behind us.
“Logan, what are you…”
I don’t let her finish. Instead, I press my lips to hers and hike up her dress. The red thong she’s wearing snaps with one tug. Grabbing the spare condom from my pocket, I quickly unfasten my belt and pants.
Rachel surprises me and takes the condom from me, tearing it open with her teeth, then sliding it down my length like a pro. Pinning her against the wall, I raise her hands over her head while she wraps her legs around me, and I bury myself inside her.
It’s dirty, hot, and fast as I pound into her over and over again. When I reach between us and rub my fingers over her clit, she bucks against me, thrashing her head from side to side and calling out my name. The minute she tumbles over the edge and her pussy squeezes my cock, I lose it with a grunt as I bite her shoulder.
Her body shakes, and she practically mews when I pull out and toss the condom.
“If that’s how you plan to say thank you, I’ll have to surprise you more often,” she says as she adjusts her dress and does her best to fix her hair.
I sure as hell hadn’t planned to fuck her senseless in the bathroom at the bar, but it’s the only way I know how to thank her at the moment. Later I’ll see to it that she fully understands what tonight means to me. Plus, edging both of us and proving I could be “good” has been torture.
Before we leave the bathroom, she kisses me one more time. “I’veneverdone that before, but I’d damn sure do it again with you.”
I’m not sure what’s hotter,knowingwhat just went down or the fact that she walks back into our crowd of friends with her head held high like she doesn’t care what anyone thinks.
Gunner and Louis are both smirking at me.
“Subtle man, real subtle.” Louis smacks me on the back and shakes his head.
“‘Bout as subtle as a freight train, Playboy. Not much has changed,” Gunner adds.
“I had some business to handle. You two act like you’ve never done it before.”