Page 72 of City of Salvation

“Yourbrother,” I said the word as if it were a curse, “is shady as fuck.”

Dex’s face darkened, and the menace in his tone sent a chill down my spine. “What the hell did he do?” If his grip got any tighter I’d have bruises. What did it say about me that I liked the idea of being marked by him?

Friends, bitch. You two are friends…

“I’ll tell you later. Right now, I’m going to show him exactly what I think about being with you,” I said.

His brows furrowed in confusion as I lifted onto my knees, high enough so I was looking down at him. I cupped his strong jaw—his stubble was rough on my palm, and I desperately wanted to feel it on my thighs again.

He was beautiful, with his full lips and a nose that was slightly cooked. It was so him to have it pierced, too. My thumb pulled at his bottom lip, and he obliged.

Leaning down, I whispered against his lips, loving the way they curled up at the corners.

“Good boy.”

The excitement shining in his eyes as he waited with his head tipped back and mouth open had me so turned on my underwear was soaked. I threw back the shot, loving the burn as I swallowed down some of the contents before leaning over and spitting the second half into Dex’s waiting mouth.

His patience had run out, because there was a bite of pain at the back of my head where he’d threaded his fingers, slamming our lips together.

The hand that had been on my hip moved to my ass, and I yelped when he smacked it. He took advantage of the reaction. Tequila and mint overwhelmed me as his tongue invaded my mouth, sliding across my own.

“Need more,” he groaned between kisses, pushing me down on his cock.

Fuck pants and their cock blocking ways—literally.

I was vaguely aware of the fact that we were in public, but it didn’t stop me from grinding down on him.

“Dammit, Dex. You’re so fucking delicious,” I said between kisses.

Fuck, now I was so drunk on lust that I was saying my thoughts out loud.

The clearing of a throat broke us apart. Sort of—I was still plastered to his front, arms draped around the tops of his shoulders as Dex ground my pussy on his crotch.

Torque’s cheeks were flushed, and I didn’t know if it was drool or beer running down his chin. “So, um, you guys going to come to the fights or go fuck?” he asked, pointing his thumb toward where I assumed they held the fights.

“Fight,” I said. At the same time, Dex responded with a very different answer. I laughed at the full-on pout he had going on, but it died quickly. “Always with the cupping of my face,” I said, attempting to diffuse how many emotions were swirling around.

He just leaned in, trailing the tip of his tongue along the shell of my ear. “I’m fucking you tonight, Niks,” he said, thrusting up into where I still straddled him. My breath hitched with how hard he was beneath me. “I can feel how wet your pussy is for me, even through our clothes. I’m filling that greedy fucking cunt, with my fingers, with my tongue, and with my cock. Tonight,” he said with confidence.

The mouth on this fucking man was so god damnedfilthy,and I loved every fucking second of it.

“Friends don’t fuck, Dex,” I whispered back, my voice sounding more like a moan.

He pulled away, looking me dead in my eyes.

“I’m not your fucking friend, Nikki.”

CHAPTER 30

DEX

HORNY

“Fake”dating her had lasted all of two fucking seconds.

Why had I thought I could pretend with her and then step back into the role of afriend? The fact that I’d had my tongue shoved in her cunt andthenbecame her friend was amazing. There was no way I could do that shit twice.

The problem was, I needed to convince Nikki that what was simmering between us—no, boiling—was worth exploring.

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