The balls knock together hard. One flies through the air, and Davis catches it with his freaky reflexes as Berkley sinks the eight ball to lose. I don’t feel the least bit guilty that I distracted him. I bite my lip to keep from laughing.
“What the hell? I can’t remember the last time I fucking beat you.” We’re never going to hear the end of this. Davis will make sure to bring it up every chance he gets. Berkley puts his pool stick up. The heat in his eyes tells me that I’ll be paying for my little show. That thought only heightens the throb between my thighs.
“Told my mom I’d help move some boxes. I’ll be back.” He gives me a look I know well. He’s getting too good with these excuses for us to disappear. The thought of what he’ll do to me has me growing wet.
“Need help?” Davis offers.
“Nah. Keep an eye on those two dipshits,” he responds. Both Mike and Sy flip him off over their shoulders, not pulling their eyes away from the television. I watch him as he heads up the stairs.
“You want to play?” Davis sets his sights on me.
“I wouldn't want to end your winning streak.” I stand. “I should call my mom.” I look down at my phone. “She should be on break.”
“Tell her I said hi.” I feel a pang of guilt at my lie. As much fun as sneaking around has been, I’m not sure how much longer we should keep it up. I was okay with it at first because Davis has been a little lost, and I didn't want to rock the boat. Now we’re hitting a point where we need to make a decision on how to handle Davis. We can’t keep hiding our relationship.
“Will do,” I agree. Berkley and I will have to talk about this tonight when he sneaks over to spend the night. I make my way upstairs to find him. I let out a laugh when I’m lifted up around the waist. A hand comes over my mouth as Berkley pulls me into the pantry.
“You’re going to get it.” He turns me in his arms. I wrap around him instantly, loving the way it feels when he holds me.
“That was kind of what I was going for.”
He groans and kisses me. His fingers dig into my ass under my dress. His touch on my bare skin causes me to grow wetter.
“No fucking panties? I don’t know if I want to fuck you or spank you.” He growls as he kisses my neck. Since that first time Berkley and I went all the way I’ve noticed his taste can run a little darker. He enjoys holding me down and taking what he wants. Making me beg him for it. I don’t think either of us knew this was something we craved until now. Until we had each other.
“You know you can do both, but fuck me first. Please,” I beg, knowing he’ll give me what I want. Nothing makes him hotter than when I beg for him to take me. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that the sneaking around only adds to it all.
“I’m dying to be inside of you again, and I just had you on your knees a few hours ago.” I whimper at the reminder of how he followed me into the bathroom where I proceeded to suck him off while everyone was down the hallway. I could hear their voices while his fingers tangled in my hair. “Be quiet and take me out,” he orders as he puts one of his hands over my mouth as he presses me into the wall.
I reach between us, going for the button of his jeans when the pantry door opens and my eyes lock with Davis’. I try to say something but Berkley’s hand over my mouth doesn't allow me to. Not until Davis is ripping him away from me and screams leave my mouth as all hell breaks loose.Chapter SeventeenBerkleyI deserve the first blow and then the second and even the third, but by the fourth one, Chandler’s cries break me, and I push Davis off.
“What the fuck, man?” he yells, panting at me.
I swipe a hand across my mouth. It comes away bloody. Chandler drops to her knees and tries to use her skirt to dab at the corner of my mouth. The action exposes her ass to Syracuse’s and Mike’s gazes, who are trying hard to hold Davis back. I push her hand down. “I’m fine,” I say gruffly and get to my feet.
I sway, and Chandler reaches out a hand to steady me, but I skate out of reach. If she touches me, Davis is going to lose it. I hold out my palm. “Look, man, I can explain.”