“That’ll teach you for teasin’ me,” he growls, biting my lower lip. “I don’t play well when I’m bein’ teased.”
“God,” I groan as he slides his fingers in and out faster.
Just as I feel my release at the surface, he pulls his fingers from me, causing a gasp of desperation to leave my lips. He places a hand on the glass mirror behind the sink and I hear him tear at his jeans with his free hand. Then he reaches for me, gripping my ass and sliding me forward so I’m sitting on the little part of the bench before the dip of the sink. He tilts my hips and then drives into me hard and fast.
“Fuck,” I yelp. “Jagger.”
“Call me Johnny when you cum,” he orders, his voice feral. “Let me hear you say it. Say my real name. Scream it.”
A demand.
An order.
His words send violent tremors through my body, and I cry out as he slams into me so hard the bench creaks. One hand is still pressing against the glass mirror, and the other one is pinching my thigh as he uses it to drive his thrusts. I’ll be left with bruises tomorrow, no doubt about it, and I’m perfectly fine with that.
“You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he growls, his eyes flashing with desire.
His voice is raspy and deep, and it takes me over the edge. I clench and then release so hard I scream his name. Just like he wanted. I’ll always give him what he wants.
“Johnny,” I whimper, head dropping back, eyes fluttering closed as the most incredible orgasm rips through my body.
“Say it again,” he grinds out, thrusting harder.
“Johnny.”
He grunts his release, and his hand slams so hard against the glass I’m certain it nearly shatters. He slumps down a moment later and our bodies mold together as we both pant, arms tangled, bodies crushing, everything just perfect. He slowly leans back and pulls me out of the sink, and then he adjusts me, so I look reasonable again. I do up his jeans and he stares down at me with lusty eyes as I work, tightening his belt.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I say, smiling up at him.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”
“Ditto,” I whisper.
He grins and brushes a kiss across my lips. Then we leave the bathroom. When we step out, everyone stands and claps. My cheeks heat, and I want to curl up and die, but I’m drunk enough to laugh. Especially when they begin mocking me.
“Johnny. Johnny!” Ace mocks, before they all burst out laughing again.
I pick up the closest thing, which is Jagger’s phone, and I throw it at his head. He roars with laughter as he falls off his chair trying to dodge it.
“Revenge is sweet, bro.” Jagger grins.
“I welcome your revenge, Johnny!” He pretends to moan, all while lying on the floor still in fits of laughter.
Jagger goes over and helps him up, both of them still laughing.
“Well, I’m going to let you guys get back to your game of poker now I’ve been truly shamed.” I laugh. “I need pizza. I know he doesn’t have any here.”
“You can stay,” Jagger says, taking a seat. “Play.”
“Girls night,” Ava says, pushing up off Angel’s lap. “Doesn’t happen often. We just wanted to crash the party a little.”
“Fair call,” Jagger says, looking to me. “I’ll see you later, then, baby.”
God, I love it when he calls me that.
I lean down and brush my lips over his, before turning and walking out the door with the girls.
Little do I know my life is about to change.
OUR BIGGEST MISTAKE that night is that we don’t go home. We decide we’ll go for a walk to the store and get ourselves some pizza and chocolate, maybe some more liquor. So, instead of going home just like we should, we decide to go in the opposite direction, laughing and giggling, having the time of our lives. We go into the store, we get what we need, and then we make our way out into the incredibly dark parking lot.
There is a small area that goes around behind it, somewhat of a shortcut, that if we take, we get back to the apartment quicker. It takes us down a side road, and we skip a few longer stretches. We’ve only just stepped out past the back of the store and are about to reach the quiet back street when I notice a truck. It’s idling in the parking lot, but we’re far enough away from the store that it almost seems odd that it’s parked here. Why would you want to park here, where nobody can see or hear you?
It seems strange.
I pause and stare at the truck, and then look to Ava who steps close to me, clearly having noticed the same thing.
“Maybe we should turn around and go the other way,” Jenny suggests.