Page 44 of Falling for You
“That’s why you’re my favorite, Wy. And your crib skills are top notch.” He puffs his chest out and smiles at me.
“Yeah, you’re definitely not fucking bringing them home.” Rome scowls.
“The perfect cockblock.” Hunter leans back and crosses his arms over his chest, satisfied as hell with his plan. If only he knew he put me directly into the lion’s den.
“Was it though?” I look over to Coop, finally joining the conversation, and his eyes are trained on Rome, bouncing to me for the briefest moment.
“I’m over you guys. I’m going to get another beer.”
I spin on my heel and head over to Jasmine. I’m tired of them already. Especially Rome. I know I told him that I wasn’t going to push him, and I’m not, but geez, he doesn’t need to agree and goad on my brothers with his comment about not bringing anyone back to his house. Like I’d ever fucking do that!
A heavy thud sounds from the right side of the bar near where I’m standing. I look over and see Rome.
“Sunshine, I didn’t mean it like that,” he whispers to me.
“It’s fine Rome.” I give him a curt platitude. I’m a little mad, probably more than I should be. Jasmine hands me my beer, “Thanks Jasmine!”
I flounce back off to the dance floor. Violet can join me or not, I just don’t want to be near my brothers or Rome.
I spot a couple girls dancing on a table and I decide to join them. Willow’s crooning about a broken heart and having your girls around you to help you get over it. It’s only fitting that I join the group who are screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs with the talent of a dying cat.
As is the case with drunk girls, I’m immediately folded into their group. We all shake our hips to the songs and scream along with Willow. She must be testing out one of her mentee’s songs, because I know damn well she isn’t experiencing the heartbreak she’s singing about, and if she is, I’ll be the one to get on G instead of him trying to protect me. I’ll take him out for hurting Willow.
One minute, I’m dancing, and the next I’m dangling over someone’s very large and broad shoulders. The scent of sandalwood, which I know because it envelops me daily in the shower, gives away the owner of this body.
“Roman, put me down!” My protests are drowned out by the sound of the music, so I add in a few light punches to his rock hard ass for added effect.
I lift my head to see that we’re walking down the hallway to his office. He stops, I assume to open his office door. He rips it open and then slams it shut before he drops me to my feet and crowds into my space. He pushes me against the cold metal door with his hard body. His thick legs encompass my bare ones, his hands are on either side of my face, cupping each cheek.
“What are you doing out there, Sunshine? Are you trying to kill me?”
“No. I was just dancing,” I say breathlessly.
“Dancing on a table, with the drunkest girls in my brewery, and moving your body in a way that has every man out there entranced with you. Including me. I can’t fucking take all those eyes on you, Sunshine. You’re mine.”
“Am I, Stud?”
“You fucking are, is this what you want? You want me out of my mind, desperate to touch you?”
I don’t get the chance to answer before his mouth slams into mine. His tongue pushing its way to tangle with mine. He reaches around the back of my neck, gripping the hair at the base of my neck and pulling just enough that I’m forced to look up at him. His other hand goes to my neck, applying the pressure he knows I love so much. A moan escapes my lips and my knees go weak. He pushes his chiseled abs into me to hold me tighter to the wall.
“You’re mine, Sunshine. Say you know it too.”
“I’m yours, Stud. Only yours.” I rock my hips into his cock, letting him know that I want him to keep going.
He grabs me by my ass and pulls me up his body. I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me to his desk and places me on top of the paperwork we were working on days ago.
Yes.I’ve waited too long for this.
“Tell me what you want. You want my cock inside you? Or my fingers?”
“Cock. Right now.” I reach down, fumbling with his zipper.
I finally free him when the office door slams open with a thud on the wall.
“Are youfuckingshitting me?” A loud voice booms.
“Hunt. It’s not what it looks like.” Rome is trying to shove his dick back in his pants, and I’m once again cockblocked by my brother.
