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“Tried that,” I whisper groan, still stroking him through his jeans. I feel validated when he fails to bite back a moan. “You ghosted me for almost a week.”

“I’m here now. And I want you.”

His easy admittance makes me jump, my eyes wide as I stare over at him. I see the lust brimming behind his gaze. He may be able to fake a lot of things, but he can’t fake the emotion I see.

Kerian’s expert hands play with me under the table, with a restaurant full of people around us. And I can’t bear to tell him to stop. All I want is for him to touch me until I explode, even in front of a restaurant packed with customers.

Sliding closer to me until not even air can pass between us, Kerian nips my ear, sinking his teeth almost painfully into my lobe. “Say the word and I’ll have you at my place on your back, screaming my name.”

“Dinner, Slade,” I breathe, the rumble of my stomach long forgotten with how his hand is jerking me in firm pulls. This is how he touched me in the club bathroom, the sensation making my head swim.

That dark chuckle sends pings of ecstasy dancing down my spine. I flick my gaze to his and open my mouth to tell him to stop. All that comes out is a faint moan. In front of dozens of people, I’m so close to coming I can taste it.

“We can have dinner after.” He grips my dick and a loud gasp leaves my throat. “I can make you come so hard, I’ll make what happened at Nirvana look like child’s play. I want to see you undone, Dimples. I want to have you coming apart for me.” His hand slows down on my dick, bringing me close to orgasm but leaving me on that razor’s edge.

“Kerian…” I sound like a broken record, only capable of saying his name. I want more, I want him to finish what he started. Even if it’s just one time. Just this one night. I need it.

“Choose, Zandy. Either we stay and eat…” He rolls his thumb over my cockhead before he jerks me again, making my toes curl. “Or you can let me take you home so I can fuck you. What’s it going to be?”

I open my mouth to tell him I want to stay and eat, but instead, what comes out is, “Kiss me.”

Kerian doesn’t need to be told twice. He crashes our lips together, that same kiss of ownership from the car. And the club. And the fucking football field.

His hand digs into my hair and he pulls my head back, gazing into my eyes as I pant against his lips. “Choose, Braithe. Now.”

At just that moment, our server comes over with our pizzas and wings, a wide smile on her face as she slides our food onto the table. “Alright, here you go.”

Kerian moves his hand from my dick and it takes all my willpower to fight back the whimper of protest resting on the tip of my tongue. He can’t leave me like this. My cock throbs painfully, begging for Kerian to give it what only he can give.

Before he stormed off outside Nirvana, I was going to tell him yes, take me home. I planned to throw caution to the wind and allow him to do whatever he wanted to me when I got back to his place. If that meant I was going to be on my knees for the rest of the night or have my ass in the air while he plowed me, I didn’t care.

I’m nervous, not sure what to expect from a night with Kerian, but fuck it. After he ran off at Nirvana, this will be the only chance I have to experience everything with Kerian before I cut him off. There can’t be more than one night. I need to stay focused, and Kerian knocks off my focus.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t have tonight, of not being myself and letting loose just once. Of letting him take me apart like he wants. I don’t know what that means, and it’s scary, but I want it more than my next breath.

Without taking my eyes off Kerian and his smug expression, I ask the server, “Can we take it to go instead?”

ChapterTen

KERIAN

I don’t rememberwhat food I ordered, but I can’t get the taste of Zander out of my mouth.

I meant to tease him, to drive him wild until he either came in his pants or gave in to what I wanted. I wasn’t sure when I lost the plot and made him stick his hand between my legs, but it did a damn good job of fucking me up.

It doesn’t matter, though. In the end, I got what I wanted. Zander is a nervous mess in the passenger seat of my car, and we’re driving toward my apartment.

My empty apartment.

I hope the neighbors are ready to stay up all night, because I have no intention of telling him to be quiet—I want every scream, every moan. I want to hear him say my name like it’s the only fucking word he knows.

“Listen, Kerian. I—” I slide my hand across the console of the car and grab him through his shorts. His words cut off in a sharp gasp, and I know I’m not exactly easy when I squeeze his cock. I canseeit, though, the way he’s already spinning this a dozen ways in his head.

“Don’t think too much, Dimples. You’ll hurt yourself.” I’m full of shit—Zander has never come off as one of those stereotypical dumb jocks any time I’ve heard him speak. Sure, his blood has been pumping to the wrong head most of the time we’ve interacted, but I’ve been sure to make that happen.

I’m doing it now when I stroke him rough and fast through his shorts, and he throws his head back with a shudder, spreading his legs even though his eyes are still wide.

He looks…

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