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I burrow my head into her dress, seeking out her nipple, and she tugs the material down for me as I thrust in again, my hands flexing on her thighs.
Then she digs her fingernails into my back, the slight pain driving me wild as I push in faster, quicker, knocking against the keg so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if it fell down and caused a chain reaction of all of them falling down. Even if it did, I still wouldn’t stop fucking her. I don’t know if I could. But then she clenches down on me, a guttural groan escaping her lips.
“Yes, yes,” I say, my voice raspy and uneven. “Come for me,Hannah.” Even as I say it, I feel my own orgasm rolling out, taking hold of me. I give myself over to it, losing myself entirely to the wave of pleasure.
Once it recedes, I pull her even harder against me, collecting all of her in my arms, needing every part of myself touching every part of her, and kiss her neck and lips before finally pulling back.
She beams up at me, her dress in complete disarray. “Do I look like I just got fucked in the storeroom?”
“Yes,” I say, grinning back at her. “Do I look like I just fucked you?”
“Absolutely.”
I pause, wanting to ask but not wanting her to react poorly. “I need to see it. I need to see my cum dripping down your leg. I know you’re going to clean up, but first I want to see it.”
“Look at you being a secret pervert,” she teases, getting to her feet.
“A pervert for you, definitely,” I say as she spreads her legs and leans back, letting me see the cum trickling down the top of her thigh. The breath whooshes right out of me.
“Let’s stop at the bathroom and then go on that tour,” she says.
I nod in agreement, still incapable of speech. I help her straighten her dress, and only once she’s fully covered again do I regain the ability to speak. “But why don’t we make a point of avoiding your brother.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
HANNAH
It’s Wednesday morning—late morning, full disclosure—and I’m about to go meet Sophie and Briar for breakfast, but when I go to leave, a knock lands on my door.
I look through the peephole and frown. It’s Mick, the big guy from down the hall who goes to the same boxing gym as my brother. He’s a total asshole half the time, so the joke is that he’s Mick half the time, Dick the other half. But occasionally he and my brother grab a beer because they both enjoy punching people.
My heart starts thumping faster. Did something happen to Liam last night, and this guy figured I didn’t need to know until morning?
I whip the door open, but once I get a close-up view of him, I cock my head. Because Mick/Dick is covered in glitter, and he isnotthe glitter type. “New look for you?”
“It was meant for you,” he says gruffly, sounding pretty pissed off. He shoves a small cardboard box at me, and I start laughing hysterically when I realize what must have happened.
Travis tried to glitter-bomb me, but he accidentally glitter-bombed Mick/Dick instead.
“It’s not funny,” he insists. “It got me in the eye.”
“They can do that,” I say through laughter. “Why’d you open my package anyway?”
He scratches his head and unleashes a cloud of colorful sparkles. “Oh, c’mon, Hannah. I wasn’t trying to steal it. I just didn’t look at the label.”
“Well, thanks for taking one for the team.”
“Do you know who sent it?”
He clearly means to do the sender harm, and there’s no way I’m throwing my guy under the bus, so I shake my head, feigning ignorance. “Guess I must have pissed someone off.”
He grumbles and stomps off, leaving faint glitter footprints along the hall.
I’m laughing so hard I’m barely breathing now, but after a few seconds, I gather myself enough to close the door behind him. I carry the little box in with me and sift through the remaining glitter, finding a note.
All it says is:
Now, it’s even.
