“You’ll stay.” I cupped her nape, squeezing hard enough for her to pay attention and give me a little nod. “Good, brave girl.” She whimpered and seemed to go almost boneless against me.
Over her shoulder, Adam shook his head. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on his knees, like he was ready to pounce and snatch her back.
I buried my face in her hair, inhaling her summer scent, and she let out a faint gasp. Her thighs tried to close, clamping tighter around me. My cock had been at attention for most of the night, but the noises she made when I touched her turned it to an aching, steel mast threatening to punch through the zipper of my jeans.
“You’re mine now,” I rasped against her neck. Her pulse fluttered under my lips. “I have you.”
“I don’t...I don’t—” She was flustered, but her need overrode that. Moving with me, responding to my touch like she’d been wanting this for ages.
Without intention, I took her fluttering pulse between my lips, sucking gently. Her skin was so smooth, it felt like silk under my tongue. Her breathy pants hit my ear, sending a wave of insanity straight to my straining cock.
Her cheek pressed against mine. She sucked in a sharp breath as I moved her back and forth over my length a little faster than before.
“Callum,” she moaned quietly. Only for me. Not a show for anyone else, though I sensed more than a few eyes on us. I owned her reaction, her need. This was about the two of us. “What are you doing to me?”
“You like this.” Again, not a question. To hear her deny it, even though I knew the truth, would be too much. A bridge way too fucking far.
“I like this,” she agreed so very sweetly.
“Yeah, you do. Jesus, fuck, you’re a good girl, Wren.”
My palms moved to her ass, taking two handfuls, holding her tight against me. I thrust upward, her panties and my jeans separating me from where I wanted to be. It was an exercise in frustration, but I couldn’t stop. Not now.
Her moans picked up, and so did her rhythm. Rocks turned to sensual rolls. She clutched at my shoulder and my hair, keeping her cheek flush with mine. My mouth nipped at her jaw and ear, the only places I could reach. I wanted to explore more of her, to taste her skin, but she needed me right where I was, that much was clear.
“Callum, you—” Her head fell back, and her lips parted. She pressed down hard on my cock, driving me to the same brink she was on.
“Use me.” I squeezed her ass, and my eyes fell shut. “Take what you need.”
And she did. Wren rubbed herself on my cock until she had to dip her head down and muffle her cries against my neck. This soft, surprising girl was coming in my lap, her limbs shaking, body quivering, and I was holding her through it. She mewled my name like a sweet little kitten, and that was it for me. I’d been holding back all night, keeping myself away from her, ignoring the ache behind my zipper, but hearing my name from Wren’s lips was the end of it all.
My cock jerked against her hot center, and my fingers dug into her ass so hard, she whimpered, but that only made me come with more force. Hot cum spilled from me, seeping into my underwear and jeans like I was fourteen years old again.
“That was perfect,” I rasped. “You made me come so hard. It’s never been like this.”
She made a noise that sounded like a purr as she nuzzled me and pushed herself deeper into my hold.
A minute passed, maybe two. Wren’s hot breath on my skin soothed me into a stupor. She was limp against me, her short nails scratching my scruff, the other hand working up the back of my hair. I wasn’t one for cuddling and afterglow, but I didn’t mind this. Not with her.
Somewhere, a glass shattered, startling her. She sat up abruptly, and her big, round eyes flew open, growing even wider as she took in the party that had been going on around us the whole time. We weren’t the only pair who had gotten lost in one another, not by a long shot, but there were a few eyes on us anyway.
Wren whimpered. “Oh my god.” She scooted back, trying to extricate herself from my hold. “What did I—?”
Already, she was filled with regret and horror. That had to be a world record. Especially since I’d barely touched her. We hadn’t even kissed.
“You’re fine.”
Her eyes squeezed shut. Her nose wrinkled. It would have been cute if she hadn’t been so distressed over being with me. That made it hard to take.
“I’m not.” She worried her bottom lip with her teeth, refusing to look at me. “I need to go home now.”
“Okay.” I helped her slide the rest of the way off my lap then stood up so I could steady her shaky legs. “I seem to have made a mess of myself, so I need to go too.”
“You don’t have to. Don’t let me take you from your party.”
Bending down, I spoke low into her ear. “I came in my pants like a pubescent boy. I’m not stayin’ here another second. Let me walk you out.”
She swallowed hard. “Okay.”