What happened between them—her and Lorenzo, as well as the whole group together—would shape their futures. And she knew now that those paths would be the same.
“Yeah.” He wasn’t gentle when he took her mouth.
Then he showed her exactly what he meant by claiming she belonged to him. Her body responded to his every touch, bending and flaring with each connection they made. Suddenly, there weren’t nearly enough of those to suit her.
“Maybe we should go inside,” she suggested between kisses.
“Too far.” He growled against her skin. “I’ve waited long enough to have you to myself.”
“Is that what you want?” She wished her hands were free so she could run her fingers through his thick mane.
“Sometimes. I love sharing you, being part of something bigger, but it’s about more than that.”
“For me too,” she whispered.
“This is one of those times.” He let go of her long enough to wedge one hand between them and straight down the front of her pants. He found her pussy and the places she needed his touch most, as though he had made love to her thousands of times instead of only a few.
“What if the neighbors see? What if one of the security guys does?”
“So what?” Lorenzo clearly didn’t give a shit. “They can get a good look at my ass any time they pony up the cover charge at the club. So they should consider it a freebie. A community service.”
“The police might not agree, and they’re all over Trent already.”
“It’d be worth a misdemeanor charge to be inside you right now.” He grazed his stubbled jaw over her cheek, the prickles only making her need him more.
So Holly didn’t object when he shoved her pants down to mid-thigh and flashed her a wicked grin when he discovered she wasn’t wearing underwear beneath them.
“Besides.” He allowed a hint of his usual laidback facade through his very serious demeanor then. “Your mom forgave Trent for getting you kidnapped, so she’ll probably be nice enough to bail us out.”
Horrified, Holly couldn’t even think about that. Her face, crumpled in horror, must have been apparent.
Lorenzo cracked up. Thank God he wasn’t still mad, or worse—hurt. “In any case, I’m pretty sure the secret agent dudes and lady out front are more likely to cheer us on then call the cops to report us.”
She got the feeling he was probably right about that.
Lorenzo twisted his hand and unsnapped his jeans with a flick of his fingers.
“Do they have stripper school for that or what?” she teased.
Thankfully, his quick smile and even faster attraction was back, wiping away the last of his melancholy. “I know all kinds of tricks.”
Holly was almost—but not quite—afraid to ask. “Like what?”
“I can easily make you come without taking any more of your clothes off, remember?”
Eventually, maybe.Easily? Nah. Holly couldn’t help it, she rolled her eyes at him. And that was all it took.
Lorenzo grabbed her ass, and hoisted her up farther against the fence so that her pelvis was aligned with his. Then he reclaimed her arms and nailed them to the fence. He kissed her as he danced, to music only he could hear, rubbing the bulge of his hard cock over her pussy. Despite the fact that he hadn’t entered her yet, she knew he was going to win this war of wills.
His body felt so good against hers, solid and so damn hot he heated her from the inside out.
His hair fell forward, framing their faces and making her forget that anything existed outside the two of them and the intimate moment they were sharing. Lorenzo kissed her, his mouth stealing over hers, his tongue sparring with hers before he moved away again.
And when he came up for air, he bit her lower lip just enough to make her pussy clench, wishing she had him to hold on to. His hips kept rocking, making sure he rode the furrow between her legs. His erection nudged her clit at the peak of each stroke.
Did he do this to women at the club? Was that why he made so damn much money?
And would she care if he kept doing it now?