Page 52 of Redeeming Rabbit

He had? That must have also been via text. “I’ve had two celebratory shots, along with everyone else. I’m not drunk. At least not yet.” But I would be soon. Alcohol dulled the edges of the pain, making it easier to accept. I wasn’t getting blackout drunk, just buzzed enough to cope with the regret.

He shook his head at me in disgust. “Well, you better get your ass to the parking lot because Elenore will be here any minute.”

I blinked. Slowly. My brain refused to grasp the meaning behind his words. They all made sense individually but strung together like they had been… “Poe’s comin’ here?”

“I told you I had a plan,” Morse insisted. “Now get your ass to the lot and greet your woman before someone else scoops her up. There are a lot of single—”

I didn’t stick around to hear what else he had to say. If Morse wasn’t messing with me, and Elenore was on her way, I… I didn’t know what the fuck I’d do. But I sure as hell wouldn’t miss the opportunity to see her. Spinning on my heel, I left Morse mid-sentence and sprinted down the hall and to the side entrance to the parking lot. Arriving just as it opened, I dodged the swinging door, only to get an eyeful of the surprised beauty standing on the other side. Elenore. My brain and feet must have experienced a disconnect because I kept running. I plowed into her, sending us both stumbling back out the door. I wrapped my arms around her, distributing her weight and planting us both so we didn’t fall over.

As one, we jerked forward and froze. The door slammed behind us with a resounding thud. My throat suddenly had its own goddamn heartbeat, and that fucker was running a marathon. She’d kept her hair down, and it had gone in every which direction, surrounding me with her soft, sweet scent. She smelled like an angel, like light and love and contraband. Definitely illegal—forbidden—but I couldn’t bring myself to care. She’d closed her eyes in the tussle and now opened them one at a time to focus on me. She must have been wearing heels because we were nearly eye to eye. The light was too dim to make out tonight’s eye color, but they’d grown as big as saucers when she’d recognized me.

“Roger.”

My nickname was a whisper on her dark red lips. The shade was much bolder than she usually wore, and I couldn’t drag my gaze away. Fucking fascinating. I’d never been much of a student, but I could study her lips all day and would never get bored.

And holy shit, what the fuck was wrong with me?

This woman was turning me into a pathetic little bitch boy, but I didn’t give two shits. I just wanted to be with her. To beinsideher. She pushed out of my arms and straightened, clearing her throat. Her hair hung in waves that looked so damn soft I had to reach out and touch one.

She drew in a sharp breath.

Like fucking silk. The strands were so soft and shiny I wanted to pet her like a cat. Instead, I pulled the curl to my nose and sniffed it before tucking it behind her ear.

Our lips collided. I wasn’t sure who’d initiated the kiss, but I sure as shit didn’t let the opportunity go to waste. I swept my tongue into her mouth, giving her a preview of what I wanted to do to her pussy. She released a whimper, and I chased it with a groan. Her warm body pressed against me, making all sorts of promises I was more than onboard with. I was mentally mapping out the fastest route to the stairs when Elenore downshifted and pulled back.

“I… I have to go to Kaos’s… uh… thing.”

Bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked, she watched me as if trying to decide whether to bolt or stick around. She wanted me. It didn’t matter how fucking love-drunk I was. That kiss had been an invitation to party in her pants. At least, I hoped so, but I wasn’t dealing with a full deck. The moment she’d said my name, all my cards went flying, and now the King of Cocks was running this show, screaming FUCK YES! and commanding me to get her inside.

And then get inside her.

“Text Tina. Something came up,” I suggested, barely capable of stringing together a sentence and unable to pry my gaze from her lips. They were swollen from our kisses. Sharpie must have manufactured her lipstick because it wasn’t the least bit smudged. That was unfortunate. The primate inside me wanted to wear it like a brand smeared across my lips and circling my dick.

“His… boy scout patch. That’s what he’s getting.” She cleared her throat. “It’s a ceremony, I believe. I should… be there. To support my sister’s boyfriend.”

My mind was so focused on her that it took me a moment to figure out why she was talking about Kaos. “He got patched in during church. What’s going on in there…” I stabbed a thumb toward the fire station. “Is the afterparty.”

Her brow furrowed. “Did you say church? Is this some kind of weird biker cult?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “No. Religion’s got nuthin’ to do with it.”

“Well, that’s promising, at least. But I still need to go in there to show my support.”

I finally dragged my gaze from her lips to take in the rest of her and about lost my shit. “You want to go inthere? Dressed likethat?”

Her tight-ass Harley-Davidson T-shirt with the logo outlined in gemstones across her fan-fucking-tastic rack was a sight to behold. As was the black leather miniskirt that came just beneath the swell of her ass, revealing more than a hand’s width of the creamy, pale thighs I couldn’t wait to wear as earrings. Black leather high-heeled boots covered her from knee to toe, and I planned to have her keep those on when I fucked her. At least for the first round.

“You look like a goddamn biker Jessica Rabbit.” Seriously, forget fictional characters; I’d be jerking off to the image of Elenore dressed like this for the rest of my life. “You’ll make every dickhead in there think about sex, and I donotwant to kill my brothers.”

“What do you want to do?”

Chancing that our kiss had turned her on like it had me, I snaked one arm around her waist and drew her closer. She pressed against me, settling her hands against my pecs. Heat flooded her eyes at the contact, urging me on. I ground myself against her, showing her how hard she’d made me.

“Take you up to my room. I won a bet. I’d like to cash in on it now.”

She dropped her hand to the front of my jeans and ran her fingers up my shaft. “Did I give you the impression you’re in control?” Her fingers wrapped around me and squeezed. The pain was firmly on this side of pleasure, but it still made stars dance before my eyes. For the past month, nothing but my hand had touched me. All my blood and brain cells rushed to my dick, prepared to do whatever it took to keep her from stopping.

“This is a… new and unexpected… side of you,” I said between cock squeezes.

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