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“We’d like for you to join us,” I insist. “Brea hasn’t told us too much, and since she says you’re her best friend, we’d like to learn more.” His eyes narrow on my hands resting on Brea’s body–one on her belly, the other on her hip. It’s a possessive hold, staking my claim, but I don’t care. He needs to be put in his place.
“This isn’t really my scene, and I didn’t think it was yours either, Brea. I guess this was bound to happen.” His eyes move around the table, noticing there are no other women in sight.
“I’ll see you at home then,” Brea replies.
“Home?” Kace, Cash, Mathias, Jacob, and I repeat at the same time.
“Yeah, we live together.” Thor smirks like he’s won some victory. The fucker has no clue.
“We’ve been roommates since we graduated.” Brea’s subtle words put the man firmly back in his place, and I grin like I’ve won the lottery. I think it’s because I have.
“Perhaps you’ll join us for dinner with her parents tomorrow to celebrate?” I say. Brea stops breathing before placing a hand over mine on her belly, accepting my self-invitation.
Chapter 8
Brea
Ihave a good little buzz going after two bellinis and a chicken and broccoli rice bowl with teriyaki sauce, which I suspect was made specifically for me because the guys are loading up on wings and steak fries. While my mouth watered for one of those honey garlic wings, I passed because deep-fried foods make me feel gross afterwards.
We’ve been here a few hours now, and I still can’t stop replaying the interaction between T.K. and Thor. My friend was demanding and dominant, possessive in a way he hadn’t been in front of me before. I didn’t know what to think at first.
I was hurt by the way Thor scolded me and then made implications about being here with all men and drinking. He was so judgmental, and it took me aback. Sure, we’ve had disagreements before, but he’s never said anything downright rude and hurtful, and I’m still reeling from what came out of his mouth. Calling me a harlot and telling me I’m turning into one of those pick-me girls. I don’t know what that means, but given his tone, it can’t be anything good.
“You’re quiet.” T.K.’s warm breath in my ear sends shivers down my spine and makes me tingle in ways I wasn’t expecting.He rubs his hand across my back along the opening of my dress where the straps cross. The warmth of his finger soothes the turmoil permeating my heart.
“Just thinking.” I don’t want to expound on it much.
“Thinking too hard,” he murmurs against my neck while his free hand begins to travel up the length of my inner thigh. “The way I’ve been dreaming of you lately. I can’t get you out of my head, and I have to know, pup,I need to know…”
The sentence dangles as he meets my eyes, the intensity leaving me breathless.
“Have to know what, Tate?” It’s the first time I’ve used his given name. His breathing accelerates, and his chest rumbles, tugging right at my clit, making me throb.
“Can I taste you, pup? Slide my finger between your folds and lick your essence clean off. Will you let me?” I vibrate needfully as his fingers move closer, the tips digging into my muscles as I wait for him to do just as he asked.
“Here?” My breathing is shaky.
“Right.” He kisses my throat, nipping at the pounding pulse. “Here.” He sucks on the flesh. Whimpering softly, I wiggle towards him, giving silent permission. “Good pup.” I nearly lose control at the praise.
My mouth drops open when the warmth of his fingers invades my body. He doesn’t push for too much, swiping his fingers through my soaked folds and rubbing gently on my clit as I turn my head into his throat.
“T.K.” The moan escapes, and I hope I wasn’t too loud because I would die from embarrassment.
“Give me your eyes, pup.” There’s a rawness to his tone, so I follow his demand. “Watch me.”
He frees his hand from my body, and my gaze darts down to find him slowly lifting two glistening fingers to his mouth. My breath catches as his tongue flicks out to taste my juicesbefore sucking in both digits. I swear my vision turns black with desperate need for him as he groans in pleasure while lapping at his fingers like he’s been handed the sweetest treat in the world. Too stunned to respond, I bite my lip to break the spell he’s placed me under because, surely, we must have an audience by now.
Covertly glancing at the other men at our table, I’m relieved to see no one is paying attention.
“I said, eyes on me, Brea.” The violence in T.K.’s growl startles me, but I do as I’m told. “Don’t ignore me again.”
Searching his brutal stare, I swallow roughly and nod briefly. Terror should be pumping through my veins. His demeanor screams violence, but oddly, I’m turned on by it. He is absolutely feral for me, and I’m not ashamed to admit, I like it…love it, even. There’s this weird craving for him to dominate me in such a way that I forget the outside world.
It’s kind of sick, wholly obsessive, and completely insane. But there’s a rightness to it that can’t be ignored or suppressed.
“Pup,” he groans, pressing a hand to his groin. “Fuck.” I watch as he strains in his seat. It’s oh so deliciously clear what’s happened.
T.K. just came from the taste of me in his mouth.
