Page 12 of Beneath the Hood

“Babe, who’s this?” Arms slink around my waist, my heart jumping at the voice, my skin sizzling from the touch.Goddamnit.

Blakely peers around the side of me, her fingers lightly scratching against my abs, making them tense against her palms. I stare down at her, my brow quirking.

She looks at the bartender. “I’d love a water.”

The bartender clears her throat, eyes dimming as she straightens and nods. “Sure thing.”

I grab Blakely’s hands, intent on pushing them away, but instead my fingers tighten around hers, moving them from around my waist and dragging her until she’s standing in front of me. My hands slide up her arms, goose bumps sprouting underneath my fingertips. My cock is fucking aching, and what the hell am I even doing? Clenching my jaw, I take a step back, dropping my hands.

“Cute,babe,”I say.

She laughs. “I was doing her a favor. Saving her from those atrocious pickup lines.”

My lips twitch, amusement dripping through my chest. “See, that’s your first mistake.”

“What is?” Her head tilts to the side.

“Thinking I need lines.”

My eyes follow her tongue as it peeks out, swiping along her bottom lip. She shrugs. “So maybe I was saving you. Honestly, it was pathetic. She looked like a sacrificial lamb, waiting for the big bad wolf to eat her up.”

I lean in until my lips are next to her ear. “Maybe I was hungry.”

She sucks in a breath, her supple cleavage brushing against my chest. My heart slams against my ribs as I think of how her tits would feel wrapped around my dick.Fuck. I need to get this back in control. I straighten, reaching up to grab the chain around my neck.

Her eyes flare, no doubt noticing my struggle.

“I can think of several ways tofeedyou, if that’s what you need,” she says.

My cock throbs, images of her moving her hips the way she did on stage assaulting my mind, but this time she’s sitting on my face while I feast on her pussy and drown in her juices.

I clear my throat. “Stop that.”

She smirks, leaning in and rising up on her tiptoes until I can taste the mint on her breath.

“Or what?” she whispers.

My nostrils flare, hands tingling with the need to palm her ass until it hurts—make her realize she can’t handle a man like me.

A flash goes off, and it jolts me out of my daze. I step back, turning my head to the side, noticing a group of girls with their phones out, all of them directed toward us. I sweep my eyes slowly over the patio, watching as some avert their gazes while others blatantly stare.

Blakely and I have everyone’s attention.

My eyes find hers again. The flash must have knocked some sense into her too, because in an instant she transforms, that thousand-watt, picture-perfect grin spreading across her face. It’s quite the dichotomy, watching her face light up and frame the darkness in her eyes.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “Blake, listen, I—”

“Don’t.” She shakes her head slightly. “We should go. Sierra will kill me if she sees me out here with you.”

My lips press together, her words reminding me of the bruises on my heart. “I get it. Bad look to be seen with the babysitter.”

It’s a low blow and I know it. But fuck her for saying that to me. Like I’m not good enough. Like I’m just a stand-in.Cracking my neck, I wave my arm. “After you, princess.”

She hesitates, sucking that pouty bottom lip between her teeth, and I stare at a spot behind her head, not trusting myself to look into her eyes. Finally, she squares her shoulders, turning to walk inside.

I follow close behind, my gaze locking on to the way her ass bounces with the sway of her hips. My gut clenches, my cock thickening,and I grasp the chain around my neck, the tiny metal balls biting against my skin.

She’s nineteen.

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