Lark stood, then shivered as she hissed.
Pan gave her a huge grin. Her narrowed gaze earned a laugh. He pulled her against him and leaned in to speak into her ear as they walked, “How wet are you right now, little bird?”
“So wet,” she whispered.
“Just how I like you.” He kissed her forehead. They walked outside and he scanne
d the air.
People were littered in small clusters. Loud rock music poured through the speakers attached to the ceiling. He spotted a group of prospects seated at the center table. Bingo. He guided her to the alcove hidden from view and bent in to taste her lips. She tasted like the caramel covered dessert she’d eaten, one dainty bite at a time. She had savored the flavor, closing her eyes and moaning. It’d been torture. Now, he was going in for payback. He pulled away. “I’ll be right back, babe.”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered a little too breathlessly.
He stalked over to the table. “Prospects.”
They all scrambled to their feet. “Yes, Pan.”
“Make sure no one comes over, near the alcove.” He pointed to his hiding space.
“We got it covered,” Kid said.
He patted his shoulder and returned to his alcove. “How’s that pussy of yours feeling?”
“Needy.”
“Good, cause I have something for it.” He unzipped his pants and freed his cock.
Her brown eyes rounded. “We can’t here. Anyone could come up!”
“I got it covered. You trust me?” He retrieved the condom from his back pocket and suited up. Her hungry eyes studied his cock. He could sense her battle with herself.
“Yes, God, please anything to get rid of this ache.”
“That’s my good girl.” He lifted her up against the wall and devoured her mouth as he
pushed inside her tightness. The feel of the balls rolling against his prick made him grunt. She screamed and he sucked down the sound while moving slowly. Her legs wrapped around him.
She dug her nails into his shoulders and rolled her hips. Their gazes held and nothing existed but her and the pleasure they found together. The sensations overwhelmed him and his balls drew up. Her pussy flexed and released. Her body shook slightly and she came, pulling him over the edge with her.
Chapter Eight
“You ready?” Pan asked. His words were casual, but the concern in his eyes was anything but. They avoided this for nearly a month, now it was time to pay the piper. His family wanted to meet her and she needed to decide if she could step fully into his world. They’d been on the outskirts before, hanging out with a few members at a time, having people over. This was a family get together. Everyone would be here.
Lark rested a hand on her stomach. On the surface, she looked put together, but inside she was a twisted collection of nerves. Today felt like D-day. Time with Pan was like the sand slipping through an hourglass. She blinked and days seemed to have passed in a whirlwind. They laughed, they loved and they learned. It was simple. Except—it wasn’t, not really. They fell deeper into whatever they were and tried not to think too hard about the future. The denial period was over. “Yeah.” She forced a smile. Her bravado was more for herself than him.
“It’s just a get together, not an interrogation. Don’t look so worried.” He smoothed his calloused thumb over her hand.
Butterflies danced in her stomach. Being the center of his attention still made her feel high.
“They’re all going to wonder why the hell you’re with me.”
“Ha! Probably the other way around.” She swung her leg off his bike and they walked
toward the rented hall where everyone was gathering for Demon’s daughter, Ara’s first birthday.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and she returned the favor. He’d become her sturdy
fortress. As she moved past the grief, he’d been there to pull her back from the dark, forcing her to get out of bed and find a new normal with him by her side. It was the easiest thing she’d ever done and the hardest at the same time. It felt wrong to find such complete happiness when Robin had just departed the world.