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"Yes. You?" he questions as he makes a show of running his hand down the sides of my arms and over my still-clothed back.
I nod and slowly sit on the bench.
Already there are some obscene words being thrown in our direction, and with every one I see Spike tense further and further, his eyes darting around, assessing the threat.
"It's just you and me. Don't worry about them," I say, trying hard to keep my eyes on him.
When he kneels on the padded bench and slightly spreads my legs, I realize this is actually about to happen.
CHAPTER 20
NOT LIKE THIS
SPIKE
This can't be happening.
Not like this.
Of course I've had my fantasies about taking Jayne again. About what it would be like to have her moaning my name as I slammed into her over and over again.
None of my fantasies ever included a large crowd of disgusting assholes staring down at us while we are doing it.
"I'm right here, Jaynie. Fuck everything else. All you do is focus on me. You hear me?" I whisper as I lean forward and kiss the side of her neck.
She whimpers but nods her head. I lick and suck on the exact place I know she loves. Instead of getting me excited, it's revolting. All I want to do is get up and punch every last one of these motherfuckers in their faces.
"Let's go! Show me those tits!" someone screams out from the crowd, followed by a wave of laughter.
I snap my head to the side. "Shut the fuck up." The snarl is guttural. I'm making it clear that I'm not the one to fuck with. Not right now. Not ever.
I take a breath and refocus on Jayne. "Do you know how much I've missed you, Jaynie? I've dreamed of you every night that you've been gone. I see you everywhere. I want you so bad."
Her eyelids slide down a little, but she doesn't take her eyes off me.
"So have I, Spike. I try not to, but I can't help it. It's always been you. It'll always be you." she admits, and that's all I need to get myself ready for what's going on.
All at once, it's as if the crowd falls away. The primal part of me still registers the threat, but everything else about me is focused solely on Jayne.
I slide my fingers between her legs, and it's the second time tonight I'm grateful that she is wearing this dress. The bottom part is loose enough that I can lift it up without showing her body. I grab hold of her panties and slowly slide them down her legs. The roar around us gets louder, and she squeezes her eyes shut tight.
I can't let her focus on them. I quickly slam my mouth down on hers and pour every last good emotion I can dig up into the kiss.
She moans loudly and wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers going into my hair, and she pulls on the strands.
Her back arches slightly, and I use my fingers to massage and rub back and forth on her clit. I want her to be as ready for me as possible. The last thing I want to do is force myself inside of her when she's not ready.
She's not as wet as usual, but I feel her body responding to me.
I pull my face away from hers just slightly so I can whisper against her lips. "You're so gorgeous. My perfect woman. No one will ever compare to you. The way you say my name. The way you moan. All of you, absolutely perfect."
From the side of my eye I see someone getting closer. I hover over Jayne before I turn in their direction.
"If you even attempt to touch me or my woman, I'll rip your fucking heart out and shove it up your ass."
The man laughs and puts his hands up as he takes a few steps back.
Now it seems as if everyone is surrounding us. I didn't even know there were this many people at this party. We are the main attraction right now.
