Page 24 of Straight, No Chaser
Fuck she’s sexy when she gets smart ass. “Not for you.”
I take her small hand and lead her up the back stairs. Protecting me from her friends’ disapproval and her from Ty’s shameless gaze. No one gets to see baby girl naked except me.
She curls against me while we walk, resting her head on my shoulder. The contented sigh confirming I’ve made her happy. At least for now.
Inside her room, I drop down in the side chair, waiting while she takes a quick shower. Fighting the urge to follow her in. Luxuriating as her sweet body wash fills the air. Jacking with my phone to keep my hand off my dick that can’t fucking stop imagining her wet and naked.
Fuck it. Unable to stifle my insatiable groan while she dries off, I toss the cell and lean back against the cushion, my legs outstretched in front of me, so I can enjoy her every sensual move. Slowly rubbing white lotion over her gorgeous tits and thighs. Releasing her twisted hair to cascade down her smooth back. Sliding on a purple thong and matching bra. My own personal strip show going in the wrong fucking order.
I zero in on her cute ass as she pads into the closet. The rustling of hangers sliding across the bar echoes from inside. Better not be the same kind of sexy outfit as before. “No skirt.”
She peeks out her shaking head and makes a huge exaggeration of holding up a pair of black silk Capri pants for my asshole approval. Once she pulls on a short jacket over her still too fucking low cut shirt, I’m satisfied. Kind of. But I’m fucking smart enough to keep my mouth shut for once. I don’t want her last few minutes with me tonight to be in an argument.
Unwilling to hold back any longer, I stride toward her, grinding my dick into her back while she runs a tube of gloss over her pink lips. My fingertips linger on the nape of her neck before I glide her hair out of the way, and suck the tender skin on her shoulder. Loving her gasp, the shudder of her delicate body under my lips.
The other hand snakes around her waist when she leans back into my touch, catching her when her knees flex. I palm her dainty throat, squeezing enough to get her attention, and tip her head backward so my mouth brushes her ear. “I want you in my bed as soon as you get home.”
Gorgeous blue eyes meet mine in the mirror. Flaming with the same desire. Burning with the pure lust igniting between us again. “Okay, Luciano.”
This time she curls her fingers around mine, guiding me to the living room where her friends have started the party already. One with a beer to her lips, while the other sits on Ty’s lap, his hand dangerously close to the hem of her glittery hooker dress. Eli's oblivious to their impropriety, while he attempts to pour a bag of chips into a bowl. Only half of them actually make it in to the container.
Ty stands up and sets the brunette on her feet. She quickly grabs onto him again. “Ready Molls?”
Hell the fuck no. “What're you doing?”
My brother shrugs, nonchalance meeting my ire. “I’m going with them.”
“The fuck you are.”
Eli’s head flies up from cleaning his mess. Worry lines his little face. More from my tone than my language. Always fearful when there’s an argument. Too many scary memories from our Dad and Harper. People fight and then they leave and never come back. The only experience he knows. Which I’ve got to fucking dispel.
“Dial it down bro.” He nods toward our little brother. At least sober enough to recognize when Eli’s frightened. “Consider me protection. I’ll watch your girl and make sure nothing happens to her.”
He draws Molly’s friend closer and runs his nose through her hair. “To any of them. Except from me.”
A seductive laugh bubbles in her throat, and she yanks him down to her, her tongue invading his mouth. Of course, my man whore of a brother gives it right back to her. Fucking shit. He’s known her twenty fucking minutes and already almost fucking her right in front of us.
I glance back at Molly who kneels down, soothing Eli with her soft voice. How the hell did she end up with such a slutty friend? My own conscience cringing that she’s the kind of girl we used to bring home all the time. Never had a damn bit of remorse. I was such a fucking idiot. Still am for letting her do this.
A smile covers Eli’s face, love filling his expression as he hugs her. While relief softens mine that she’s worked her magic.
“Be good tonight, and we’ll do something fun tomorrow, okay?”
He nods against her shoulder, squeezing as tight a four year old can. All is right with his world once again. She helps him pick up the rest of the chips while her other friend chugs the remainder of her drink. It’s going to be a long fucking night for both of us waiting for her to get back.
Once Eli releases her, Molly grabs my hand, kissing my cheek with her soft lips. “You be good too, and we’ll do something funtonight, okay?”
Fuck me. This woman owns me with one naughty whisper. God, I fucking love her. “I should be telling you that.”
“Don’t worry. I will be.”
All Eli and I can do is wave as they drag her away, giggling and tumbling into the Escalade with Kurt closing the door behind them. He gives me a sharp nod, conveying he’s got everything under control. Too bad I can’t say the same thing about my heart. Or my dick.
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Igently slideEli’s door closed and head to my office. Little man couldn't even make it through just twenty minutes of the second movie before he fell asleep. Too far gone to even stir when I flipped over to catch the rest of the game instead. Or, kidded myself that I was interested in the score. When most of the time my attention stayed on my phone. Watching for updates. Or fucking demanding them when they didn't come through often enough.
Girls on the dance floor. Ty at the bar.
