“Oh, Red.” Pulling away, he holds my jaw in his hands, gazing into my eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Hunter, you could never hurt me. I like when you’re rough.”
“I know,” he replies, still buried inside me. “But I lost control. I’ve never felt like that before.”
“And that was just from watching me kiss him. Are you sure you want to watch me—"
“I’m sure,” he answers without hesitation. “More than ever before. I want this.”
Just hearing him say that makes it hard to breathe. He really wants me and Drake…to sleep together. This feels impossible and insane, but he’s so sure.
“Do you?” he asks. “Want this?”
My heart is still hammering in my chest, and it feels like it hasn’t stopped since Drake cornered me against the wall. I can still feel his lips against mine. He didn’t seem nervous anymore. He was confident and hungry for me, and it felt so right. I want that again.
And I realize, at this moment, that I’ve been feeling bad for how much I want Drake, but Hunterwantsme to want him. He would never ask me to do something I didn’t want, so my desire is what makes it so much hotter for him.
So, with a bite of my bottom lip and my legs wrapped around his waist, I nod. “I do.”
Rule #11: If you can’t join ‘em, get drunk.
Drake
There’sno two-drink limit at this club. There probably should be because Hunter and Isabel have been gone for almost an hour, and I’ve been sucking down vodka tonics like they’re nothing.
I touched Isabel. That’s the thought that’s currently playing on repeat in my head. I touched her, kissed her, felt the soft cushion of her ass, grazed the pooling arousal of her pussy with my fingers, and tasted the sweetness of her lips.
This might come as quite a shock, but I don’t actually kiss women—or men, for that matter—very often. It’s usually a couple quick, soulless kisses and then we’re naked and our mouths are elsewhere.
Truth be told, I actually enjoy kissing men more. You can be rougher with a man, and the growing scruff of facial hair adds a little bit of texture to the act.
But I didn’t want to be rough with Isabel. I wanted to savor her. I wanted to let my mouth celebrate the softness that was her. It was the most intimate kiss of my life, and the only one I’m ever going to get, so I’m glad it’s permanently etched in my memory.
On the bright side, Hunter flipped out, which I knew he would, so the deal is off.
Hallelujah.
I should be so happy right now. Instead, I’m drunk. And alone. And I’m sure he’s in some room somewhere, fucking her senseless to undo everything I did…even if she was slick with the arousal I gave her.
Jesus fucking Christ, what is wrong with me?
“Another,” I mutter, grabbing the attention of the bartender, who brings it over with a reluctant, tight-lipped smile.
“This is your last one,” he replies. “And I’m making it weak.”
I shrug. It’s irresponsible to serve alcohol in a sex club anyway, but lucky for them, I’m a complete gentleman.
“Let’s go,” a soft voice murmurs in my ear, and I turn to see a flush-faced Isabel, running her hand softly against my back.
“I just ordered a drink,” I reply, turning back to my watered-down tonic.
“We have drinks at the hotel.”
I’m filled with bitterness. I know I shouldn’t be. I signed up for this, and I did what I came here to do. I scared this idea right out of Hunter’s head, but at what cost? Now I’ve had a taste of the one woman I can’t have, and I have to deal with that forever. So she can let me have this drink.
“I’ll meet you there. Where’s Hunter?”
“Saying goodbye to the owner. Come with us,” she pleads.