Midnight comes and goes, but I don’t think Grey has to worry. I’m still going to do whatever the fuck he wants.
What hehasdone is tease me. Repeatedly. Every dance, every shift of his thigh, which has inched between my legs and settled against my core, has me on edge. I’m a sweaty mess by the time he finally stops moving. Our dancing was erotic, bordering on dry humping, but no one cares.
And the party has filtered down to a more… intimate setting.
Maybe that’s what he was waiting for.
Goosebumps prick along the backs of my arms, and I swing my head around. It’s hard to focus on any one person. They’re all in their own little spheres. Willow’s around, dancing with someone I don’t recognize. Not Knox, that’s for sure.
Greyson leans down and catches my mouth, dragging my focus back to him. I relish the way his tongue sweeps into my mouth and the taste of tequila on his lips. He backs me up until my ass bumps into something, but he only lifts me and sets me on top of it.
“Do you think they know you’re mine?” he asks me.
I raise my eyebrows. “Maybe you should prove it. Just in case.”
He glances over his shoulder, then back to me. “Okay, baby.”
Without warning, he pulls my leggings down past my knees. I gasp and grip the edge of the table, looking around the dark room. We’re in our own little bubble… just like everyone else. And if we get a few glances, who cares?
Grey’s finger slips under the edge of my panties and pushes into me. I arch my back, closing my eyes as he curls his finger inside me.
“Eyes on me,” he orders.
I’m vaguely aware of a chair at the table being pulled away, dragged back against the wall. Someone sitting, watching. And yet, with the way Greyson leans over me, I don’t think the viewer can actuallyseeanything.
It’s more about the feel anyway.
And right now, all I feel isgood.
“You’re drunk,” he says in my ear. “Like that will protect you.”
I snicker. “It was never about protecting myself.”
He cocks his head. He moves his hips, and I groan at the sensation between my legs. His finger still moves, slowly pumping in and out of me.
It makes me wonder if his cum is still there, evidence of our earlier tryst.
“What’s it about, then?”
“Trusting you.” Simple as that. “I hope you’re going to fuck me now.”
“She’s delirious?”
I roll my head to the side, focusing on Steele. My gaze narrows. “You like to watch, O’Brien?”
He leans forward in his seat, steepling his fingers. “Sometimes. Other times I like to participate.”
My eyebrow tics up. Grey grips my chin, directing my face back to him. His fingers tighten just a bit when he leans in, placing an open-mouthed kiss on me. When he pulls back, I sway with him.
He presses down on my chin, opening my mouth wider. My tongue comes out, sweeping along my lower lip. He spits into my mouth, and I make a noise in the back of my throat. Belated shock, but mainly… turned on. By all of it.
“You’re putting on a show,” someone says over Greyson’s shoulder.
Another hockey player.
“She’s mine, and you fuckers need to know it.” He looks back at me. “Aren’t you, baby?”
I swallow, tasting his saliva mix with mine, and nod.