Page 75 of Off Limits

“Can I watch?” One corner of his mouth ticks up in a devious smirk.

Giggling, I push against his shoulder. Before I can walk away, he grabs my wrist and pulls me against him, mouth melding to mine.

I sit on the bed while Lochlyn changes his shirt. It takes every ounce of self-control to not run my hands all over his chest. Kissing my temple, he walks out to let me change.

When Chelsea and I had gone shopping for the concert, I’d wanted to get something that would make it impossible for Lochlyn to keep his hands off of me. I’d figured Chelsea would have decided not to come, as had he, waiting until the last minute to buy her tickets. I almost feel a little bad because I know what I’m going to be doing to him. Almost.

Slipping on my jeans, I already feel good. They’re Lochlyn’s favorite. The black top I bought has a solid body with fishnet long sleeves. It’s skin-tight. I’ve already refreshed my curls, which are bouncy and round, my make-up dark around my eyes, a light sheen of gloss shining on my lips.

After complaining I couldn’t see how I looked when I visited for his birthday, Lochlyn hung a full-length mirror in his closet for me. Taking a look, I impress even myself, which is a hard task. It’s not how I normally dress, tighter than the shirts I usually wear, but I look good. Chelsea’s going to be proud, Lochlyn’s going to go crazy.

Completing my look by pulling on my black Converse, I walk out of Lochlyn’s room. All eyes fall to me. I watch as my boyfriend’s widen and his lips part.

“Holy shit, Shay, you lookhot!” Chelsea is, of course, the first to say anything, being the only one who really can. Noticing Brendan also staring, she smacks him on the chest. “Hey! Stop staring at my best friend.”

“Sorry, you called my attention to her.” If Lochlyn wasn’t trapped in such a tunnel, I’m sure he’d be furious that Brendan was looking at me, but I don’t even think he hears anything going on around him.

“Well, stop. Sheesh, all three of you. She has a boyfriend.” I do. And he’s one of the people staring at me with fire in his eyes.

“I don’t want to be distracting. Should I change?” I hook my thumb over my shoulder to Lochlyn’s room.

“NO!” all four voices yell at once. I’m thankful everybody says it and not just Lochlyn.

“Okay, then. Can we go?”

As everybody files out of the apartment, Lochlyn grabs my back belt loop and pulls me right up against him, his lips meeting mine immediately.

“You look so fucking sexy. Why are you doing this to me?” His voice is low and gravelly. It sends a stirring through my body, settling between my thighs.

“I picked it, hoping Chelsea would change her mind. You like?”

“To say the least.”

“It’ll be dark at the concert. We’ll get close to the band.”

“Mhm.” I’m sure his mind is thinking of anything but words.

“Guys! What the hell, let’s go!” Chelsea’s voice echoes from down the hall.

Tipping up to give him one more quick kiss, I slide away. Groaning and grumbling, he follows me out, locking the door behind him.

The concert is amazing. Lochlyn and I try to break away as soon as we get there, but Chelsea isn’t having it. Thankfully, before the first band is even finished, she’s had enough and decides she and Brendan are going to leave. Lochlyn doesn’t even care where they go or what they do, as long as they leave, asking Wes to give them his key. We’d driven over, but their apartment is close enough to walk.

As soon as they’re gone, his arms are around me as we move to the beat. His chest vibrates against my back as he sings the songs we both know so well.

Somewhere through the concert, he spins me to face him, taking my hands in his and wrapping them around his neck as his slide into my back pockets. The way he looks at me as some songs play, the words dancing across his lips, it’s like he’s singing to me. And if he’s not, I pretend he is.

When I reach my limit, I pull him down, crashing his mouth to mine as he slides his tongue across the crease of my lips. As my tongue seeks his, he moves his hands to my thighs, lifting me up.

I’m always in awe at how strong Lochlyn is. He picks me up like he’s lifting a feather from the ground and holds me like it’s nothing. It always seems like he can do it for hours.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m conscious of the fact that we are surrounded by people, that Chelsea could decide to come back, and that I’m engaging in a level of PDA I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with. But in this moment, all I want is the alone time with Lochlyn that I’ve been longing for, surrounded by my favorite music.

“You have fun at your concert, baby girl?” Lochlyn asks between hurried kisses along my neck.

“Uh, huh,” is all I can muster as I run my fingers through his hair, desire building in me like a quickly inflating balloon.

When we had gotten back to his apartment, Chelsea and Brendan were already asleep. Weston had left before the ending too, but stayed up until we got back. He had decided to do some digging on our behalf. They aren’t suspicious at all; Chelsea is just frustrated with things not being what she expected and is having some trouble at school, which she’s kept to herself. She had wanted to come to get away, but it isn’t helping.

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