Page 251 of Hate Mates

Her lips twitch into a grin. “You better get the fuck out here. You left Manny alone at the bar, and he’s scrambling. Dad and I are helping, but?—”

“Give me a fucking minute!”

She smirks and tugs the door closed.

I collapse against Emilia and kiss her cheek. “I have to go. Take a minute, if you need it.”

God knows I could use one—or ten—to try to pull myself together.

She bobs her head slightly, easing up on her elbows as I pull back, tucking my cock into my jeans.

Em glances over her shoulder, her focus zeroing in on the very obvious bulge straining against the confining denim. “But what about you?”

Emilia

Will tugs me away from the keg and turns me to face him. His lips find mine in a deep, hard kiss that mimics the same way he just fucked me.

And God, I want more.

I want to give myself over to him.

Tothis.

I want to fall back into all of it again.

It’s as if I’ve been starved and finally given a taste of the most addictive thing in the world.

I reach down and cup his hard length pressing against his jeans.

Will groans into my mouth. “Baby, I am more than content to have just fucked you and eaten your cunt.” He pulls back and brushes his thumb across my lips. “I’ll have your pretty mouth around my cock later tonight. I promise you that.”

Despite having come twice, my pussy clenches at his promise and my mouth waters to taste him like that again.

I nod my agreement and nip at the pad of his thumb.

Will grins and drops another quick kiss to my forehead before he reaches down, tugs my thong and jeans up, and zipshis own. He grabs the gun and shoves it into the waistband, then hustles out of the room, tugging the door closed behind him.

Leaving me alone with my trembling body and scattered thoughts.

Fuck.

Did that really all just happen?

The last hour has been a whirlwind of emotions.

I walked intoSmitty’sintent on unwinding with a few drinks, hoping I wouldn’t see Will tonight.

Instead, lies and hidden truths came to the surface.

And I got the love of my life back again.

I can barely process it through the hazy, post-orgasmic buzz filling my brain and body.

My hands tremble as I zip my jeans and move toward the door on unsteady legs. I grip the knob for a minute, until I feel like I can walk without it being so damn obvious I just had my brains fucked out, and tug it open.

I step out into the frenzy of the bar on a Saturday night.

War, Grace, Manny, and Will hustle back and forth behind the old, worn bar top, sliding beers to people and mixing drinks. Trying to catch up on the lines of patrons who have amassed since Will and I went into that storage room.

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