Page 58 of Bend & Break
I exhale through my nose. “Guess we won’t be asking him anything tonight, after all.”
The crowd swarms Jonah, phones out, voices rising in a messy mix of panic and laughter.
I tug Mads back before we get pulled into it, pushing us toward the door. The noise fades behind us, traded for the cool bite of night air—and the heat from what we just did upstairs still thrumming under my skin with nowhere else to go.
Chapter 20
Blake
The street is quieter than it has any right to be after a party like that. My shoes scuff along the sidewalk, and Mads falls into step beside me, his arm hooking around my shoulders, claiming the space outright.
“You miss it?” he asks after a beat, the words sliding in like he’s been waiting to drop them.
I angle my face to look up at him. “Miss what?” I ask, confused.
He tilts his head, a grin tugging at his mouth. “The mask. Figured it had to be a real disappointment, fooling around with me earlier and not getting the cinematic experience.”
I’m just now realizing he didn’t even bring it in. He must’ve forgotten it in the car.
I snort, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, heartbreaking. Nothing kills the mood faster than having to stare at your ugly mug.”
Nowthat’sthe biggest lie I’ve ever told.
“Ugly, huh?” He squeezes my shoulder, steering me around a crack in the pavement. “Is that why you couldn’t stop grinding on me? It was out of pity?”
Heat crawls up my neck, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of looking away. “Exactly. You should be thanking me for my generosity.”
He barks a laugh. “Brutal. And here I thought you were into me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I shoot back, though the hitch in my chest betrays me.
He stops me and drags me into a full hug, my chin tipping against his chest as I look up at him. I can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat, and it throws mine completely off.
He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Please. If I told you to suck me right now, you’d be on your knees before I finished the sentence.”
I ease out of his grip, I drift back until his arm is stretched to its limit, keeping that single point of contact even as I put as much distance between us as I can. My words come out teasing to cover the mess he’s made of me, “Keep talking like that and I might.”
His laugh is dark. “Oh, you think you’re going anywhere now?” He pulls me back in, hand clamping against the small of my back as he yanks me flush against him. His breath ghosts over my mouth, his grip sliding to my chin, fingers firm as he tilts my face up. And then his mouth crashes into mine, hungry and demanding, swallowing whatever half-formed protest I thought I had left.
Mads runs his teeth along the line of my throat, the scrape of them sending a shiver through me, before his mouth finds my ear. “Admit it. You’re aching for me to put you against that wall over there,” he nods toward the alley. “You’d let me fuck you raw right here, wouldn’t you?” The rasp of his voice shreds my composure, and a whimper slips out before I can bite it back.
“I can put us out of our misery right now if you’ll let me.”
My breath catches, and I nod fast, too far gone to bother with words.
His hands slide under me, gripping the backs of my thighs as he lifts me like it’s nothing. My legs lock around his waist, holding tight as he carries me out of the streetlight glow and into the shadowed quiet of the alley. My whole body hums with tension, every step he takes vibrating through me where I’m pressed against him.
The solid press of his body pins me in place. I cling tighter around his shoulders, grounding myself as his free hand fumbles at his waistband, unbuttoning his jeans while still holding me up like he’s not letting me go for anything.
He fists a handful of my skirt, yanking it up around my waist. The night air hits my thighs, cold against my exposed skin. Something in my chest lurches at the thought of anyone walking by, of anyone seeing us like this.
It should make me want to stop. Instead, a dizzy, heady rush overtakes me, because this is it. The first time he’s really going to fuck me, and the recklessness of it only makes me cling tighter.
His touch skates along my thighs, warm and maddening as he pushes my underwear aside and slides two of his fingers inside me. The sound he makes is low, hungry. “Look at you.Sofucking wet for me.”
A broken noise escapes me, and I grab the back of his neck, dragging his mouth to mine. The kiss is rough, messy, all teeth and desperation as his hand works me until I’m unraveling against him, the orgasm tearing through me. I couldn’t have held it at bay if I wanted to.
“Please,” I whisper as the waves ease, hips already twitching forward, greedy for more. My hand closes around him, guiding, angling. “I need you inside me.”
