CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
*Chaz “Cash” - Treasurer*
Istand in a stream of waning moonlight coming in through the large windows, watching Lace sleep for longer than is healthy. Coty refused to let her sleep next to Vee, so he dragged her into the room I share with Brodi. He fucked her in my goddamn bed. He even marked her; the deep purple hickey on her neck stands out dark against her smooth skin.
Coty sleeps like a rock, though, especially after a long day on the road and a remedying fuck and fat joint to round it out; the ball is in my court, and I am about to play that fucker for the cup. I tiptoe to the bedside table, swipe up his phone, prop up the camera on the opposite side of the room, aim it toward the stage, and click the roll button.
Then, I strip buck ass naked right in front of it, twirling my hips and giving my limp dick a little swoop before turning around and slowly easing under the covers beside Lace, reaching my hand over her body, and flicking his Resting Bastard Face the bird.
All it takes is the first contact of her warm body against mine for 100 percent of my attention to redirect. Her bright brown eyes are wide and watchful, nearly giving me a damn heart attack. Both because I thought she was still asleep, but also because… Damn, what those eyes do to my insides.
After I come to my senses and recover, I flash her a grin, run my finger down that damn mark on her neck, and whisper, “Smile for the camera.”
Her eyelashes drop to my mouth, and that pink little tongue draws a line across her bottom lip. I swoop my head down and steal a taste before it disappears again. Her mouth parts and tongue flattens and loops against mine, mixing with the faintest of moans that goes straight to my cock.
She slows the kiss and brushes our lips together. “Coty is going to kill you.”
“Say it again,” I whisper, placing small kisses against her cheek and up to her temple, breathing in her amazing saltwater and sand scent. She chuckles, trying so hard to be quiet. “What if they renege this weekend sometime, hm?” I hum in her ear. “What then?”
She turns her face toward me, nudging our noses together. Instead of responding, she just stares at me with that look, the one where she is really thinking about the person in her sights. The look where even a single bat of her eyelashes manipulates you into believing you have done something wrong… or that you can do something better. “I have followed the rules,” I sigh, mind swimming with that misguided concern. “For a few years now. And I am still following the rules.” I lift my chin and place a light kiss on the tip of her nose. “But if Kal changes his mind, I don’t want to have any regrets.”
Lace gingerly adjusts to her side so that our naked bodies are belly to belly. I refuse to tuck my need for her so it pokes between her thighs and leaks promises on her warm skin. Still, she remains quiet, revving my heart up an RPM with every passing second. The fucking power she has over me. This incredible woman buckles me more from just one, soul-searching look than a dozen iron fists from Coty.
Probably because she sees me like this. In the quiet of the night, the masked humor falls away, and she rips me open. Just with a look. I become a guilty child ready to admit to everything just so I can win the affection of the woman who holds my heart…
…and my dick.
Literally.
While I was mentally talking to myself, her small, warm fingers moved from my shoulder, trailed down to my hip, and are now wrapped around my dick, guiding its swollen tip from her clit down lower.
The conversation in my head goes mute. Without even a whispered word passed between us, I adjust to being on top of her, teasing her entrance. She arches her upper back, lifting her head to my mouth. While rubbing my length between her legs, I dip down and take the opportunity, once again, to prove to her how I feel through another of my many stolen kisses.
Right now, she is having none of that sweet stuff, though. Thrusting her hips upward, she forces me inside. My balls draw in and throat clenches, dick extra responsive to being inside the woman it pines for. After curtaining my hair over my shoulder with a light touch, Lace scrapes her nails down my back until my bare ass fills her palms and she can wrench me in even deeper. She tilts her hips and grinds against me while pulling my body against hers, consuming as much of me as possible. It takes every bit of effort to control my breathing and fight against coming prematurely.
I oppose her next pull, using my physical power over her to slip out just enough to slam back inside. My bed jerks beneath us with the solid thrust. A small squeak spills from her throat. Foreheads together, our gazes flick sideways to the sleeping man beside us. Coty lies on his back, mouth open, dead to the world.
My mouth quirks up to the side, smug. She presses her lips together, amused at the recklessness. I pull back slightly again and thrust forward hard and fast. This time when her attention tries to dart sideways, I place my fingers and thumb on her jaw and correct her, making sure her focus stays where it needs to be. Her eyelashes flutter up at me, and her pussy clenches, thighs tensing like a vice around my waist.
This time, I drive inside her again and again, gradually getting off on both the clench of her pussy with each aggressive punch and the thrill of shaking the bed that my superior is sleeping in beside us. I work a sound out of her that is louder than a squeak and is followed by a needy pant.
Using each fluttery breath as my rhythm, I pace myself like a musician might use a metronome, sliding in with each inhale and out with each exhale. Grinding, feeling, savoring. Tuning myself into her.
With each pump, her breaths increase and so do the pace of my thrusts. I fucking lose myself in her warmth.
Before long, her steady, labored breaths turn vocal. Soft hums at first, then keening moans. As much as I love fucking with Coty, I want to make sure he stays asleep long enough for me to fill my girl, so I reach up and wrap my hand over her mouth, muffling the sound while still pumping hard to make sure they keep coming.
Her body responds like a vixen, chest heaving so fast and hard my dick tenses, pulses, and fills. Her hips arch, a wail vibrates against my hand, and her ass lifts, instincts naturally trying to absorb as much of my cum as possible.
I fucking lose it, turning rabid. Aching. Needing. Bucking against her like a damn animal. Her teeth pinch the sensitive skin of my palm, and I bust hard, thrusting inside of her with every gush.