Ilove my family. I do. My brothers and sisters are rock-steady, loyal to a fault, and hilarious. They’re also shit at personal space and reading the room. For such an intelligent bunch, they’re shockingly dense sometimes. You could hit them with a stick labeled “Go home! I want to fuck my boyfriend,” and they’d never get it.
So when Parker gives me a simple way to get their asses out of my house, I have to take it. An hour at the bar will save me four hours of Donovan family house party, easy.
Mateo follows me up to the bar, sliding an arm around my waist as I lean over the counter, calling out to the bartender for a margarita. She nods at me with a friendly wink. Mateo’s scruffy beard tickles my skin as he kisses my neck. I lean back into him with a sigh. His palm flattens on my lower belly possessively, pulling me back into him a little harder, grinding my ass against his lap.
“One drink,” I promise him, as goosebumps rise on my skin. Parker is shouting at me to come dance with her and I shake my head, pointing at the drink the bartender is making for me. I’m wondering how fast I can down it and get out of here. The bartender sets the enormous margarita on the bar in front of me and my hand darts out, but Mateo is faster than me. He puts his palm over the top, holding it down against the bar. Craning my neck, I look up at him over my shoulder.
He’s smirking at me like he knows exactly what I was thinking, and his eyes are filled with hunger as his eyes sweep over my face and down my front. “We’re here now. I’m not in a rush.” He leans down to whisper in my ear. “Take your drink and go dance for me.”
“I thought you wanted to take me home and do all the dirty things to me, but okay.” I give him the most nonchalant shrug I can manage, sidestepping him and heading toward the dance floor.
His big hand hooks around my waist, hauling me back against his hip and sending a thrill through me. God, I love it when he manhandles me a bit.
Mateo’s hand brushes the hair off my shoulder, his fingers playing along the back of my neck as he speaks low in my ear. “You’re missing the point, Jules. I’ll take you home when I’m good and ready. Right now? I want you to go dance for me and while you do it, I want you to think about how I’m going to slip my fingers into that tight little pussy... how I’m going to eat you until you’re screaming for me to fill you up.”
A shiver runs through my body, desire curling in my core. I have to fight just to stay upright, his words nearly stealing the bones right out of my body.
“So be a good girl and go dance for me.”
I grin up at him. “I love you, you know that?”
His dark eyes rove over me like he’s planning where to put his mouth first. “I love you more.”
“You better rest that knee while you have the chance.” I give him a wink and push him back onto the bar stool, backing away toward the dance floor. I can feel his eyes on me as I join Parker, swaying to the music.
“You guys are adorable together,” she yells over the music.
Ha. Adorable. I doubt she’d call it adorable if she knew how filthy Mateo’s mouth is. I just smile at her and nod. Sure, let her think he’s adorable. “He’s definitely a keeper.”
Asher joins Mateo at the bar, claiming the stool next to him, looking sullen as ever. I laugh as Mateo pretends to give Asher his attention but misses his mouth with his beer when I shake my ass to the beat of the music. His finger makes a small turning motion next to his thigh and I roll my hips, happy to oblige as I pivot next to Parker. His hand flexes on his thigh and even from here, I can see the little muscle twitching in his jaw as he tries not to smile.
His fingers tap his thigh as he watches me, and I can see the thick muscles flexing under his pants. Good lord. I want to ride that thigh like a drunk sorority girl rides a mechanical bull on rush week.
Mateo clenches his jaw tighter and tighter, his eyes filling with heat, and I love seeing his control stretched thinner with each undulation of my body. I want to make him snap so badly. The alley where he fucked me last time is like fifty feet away. The little bruises where he gripped my thighs as he drove me against the wall are still visible under my dress. And all I can think is that I want him to make new ones.
The thought has desire flaring deep inside me and I’m so wet I can feel it as I move. I’ve officially had enough foreplay, but I know if I say that to Mateo, he’s going to go all alpha and keep teasing me. I need him to break. To want to be inside me as badly as I need to be filled.
Throwing back the last of my drink, I head to the bathroom, dropping it off at the end of the bar and blowing Mateo a kiss. He lifts an eyebrow in my direction, leaning out and watching me go down the hall. I’m half expecting him to follow me to the bathroom, but I don’t think we could get away with it.
Stepping into one of the stalls, I slip my panties down my legs, carefully stepping out of them and tucking them into my pocket. Exiting the stall, I wash my hands next to an older woman in pearls and a cardigan who smiles at me sweetly, clearly unaware that I’m going commando over here.
I make my way back through the bar, smiling sweetly at Mateo as I approach him. I step between his legs, giving his cheek a kiss and whisper, “I brought you a present,” in his ear as I tuck my panties into his pocket. I watch him expectantly.
He gives me an adorable puzzled expression as his hand goes to the pocket. He peers down, pulling out an inch of black satin before shoving it back in. He looks back up at me, eyes full of hungry promise.
“Car.”
A tingle of excitement rolls up my spine and out through my body at his tone. His voice has that possessive, growly edge it gets when I’m about to get it.
I love it. So much.
Mateo slaps a twenty on the bar and his hand goes to my lower back as he stands, steering me toward the front door. His fingers press into the base of my spine, his fingers flexing, kneading subtly.
My car is at the back of the lot in a dark corner, and Mateo’s eyes sweep the lot with an intensity that has me almost giddy. I have it unlocked before we even get there. Mateo takes my hips in his hands, turning me and pressing my back against the back door of the car as he opens the driver’s side door. He clearly has a plan and his eyes are daring me to question it.
He leans down, pushing the driver’s seat forward, and the little motor whirs as it crawls along. Mateo growls, annoyed by the snail’s pace. He slides his free hand under the hem of my dress, his palm cupping my inner thigh, grazing my skin as it moves higher and higher. His eyes hold mine captive as his fingers find my core, wet and needy. His finger parts me, slipping through my arousal, and my breath hitches.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he rumbles. The seat stops moving, and he pulls his hand back. Mateo stands straight, towering over me as he puts his finger in his mouth, sucking my juices off it with those perfect lips.