I have no clue how I’ve kept my dick out of her. Every night I’m in her bed eating her cunt multiple times. I could have taken her by now. She would have let me. I didn't want her to let me take her. I want her to need it almost as much as I do. I also don’t want her thinking I’m only here for one reason. I’m playing the long game. I want her for the rest of my life.
“I’m looking at them,” Reed says, throwing back the rest of his beer. “So is every other motherfucker in here.”
“Yep.” He jerks his head my way. “And they are all ours. As much as we want to put them in a cage we can’t.”
I’d fucking love to, but this isn’t about me. It’s about her. Taking the light out of her eyes would kill me more than some fucks checking her out. They’ll never know what she tastes like. What she sounds like when she comes. Look away, motherfuckers. It’s all you’ll ever get.
I fold my arms over my chest, watching them and not caring if this makes me a stalker. I sit up straighter when I see Carly jump up from her chair as the song changes. She holds her hand out to Tinsley, who takes it as they head to the dance floor alone. As much as I know this is going to be torture, I smile because my girl is spreading her wings again. She’s the first on the dance floor.
It doesn't take but a few seconds to realize both of them know what they are doing as they move to the music together. This is why she wanted to come here. They laugh and dance, not paying attention to anything but each other. It’s not long before more women join them on the floor as the restaurant part fades away and the space turns more into a bar feel.
More men inch toward the dance floor. I feel my body grow tight. Why can’t these fuckers leave them alone? I can’t say I blame them. If I were one of these men and saw Carly I’d be the same way. I know exactly how they are feeling.
When I first saw my girl, I wanted to snatch her up in the middle of a store. She wasn’t even in a fuck-me dress and heels moving her body like she is now. Plus, she was holding a pregnancy test and I still gave no fucks. I wanted her still.
“I can’t take any more,” I say when I see two men making their move. It’s all over their faces, and the girls have no idea. They’re oblivious to how attractive they are.
“Thank fuck.” Reed is on his feet moving with me through the crowd. The men start to try and dance with the girls, but they shake them off and step away. They don’t take the fucking hint, though. Not until they spot us coming toward them. Then the lightbulb in their thick skulls finally turns on. They turn, getting the fuck out of there as quickly as possible. They must have sensed danger, but Carly hasn't even noticed I’m almost on her until she spins right into me. She looks up at me, her hands going to my chest.
“Took you long enough.” Her fingers grip my shirt, pulling me down for a kiss. I grab her hips and pull her into me as I take her mouth, letting every motherfucker in this place know who she belongs to. She moans into my mouth, trying to rock against me. As much as I love the feel of her up against me, I sure as hell am not dry-fucking her in the middle of a dance floor.
“Sweetness,” I growl, pulling my mouth from hers.
“What?” She blinks innocently up at me.
“I think it’s time to check another item off your list.” I take her hand, leading her toward the back of the place. We continue down the hallway past the bathrooms. A bouncer at the end steps out of my way, letting me by. I made sure I bought that privilege before I let Carly step foot in here tonight. I needed to guarantee her safety.
“Where are we going?”
I push open the door to the owner’s office, pulling her in and slamming the door behind her.
“What is-”
I cut her off, my mouth taking hers. I grab her ass, lifting her to press her against the door. I devour her as I rock my cock against her wet heat. I pull my mouth from her, kissing down her neck and the v to her tits.
“Oral in public?” she asks. Her breathing is heavy, already letting me know how turned-on she is. I can read her so easily.
“That’s the one,” I say as I nip the top of her dress. For the first time tonight I’m fucking happy she has a dress on. It is going to make this a whole lot easier. Her fingers go to my short hair and give it a tug. I pull back to look at her. She’s shaking her head back and forth.