Fine. Go.

My breath jagged, I opened the door.

A short gasp left my mouth because the second I stepped out, I was pushed back in. Instantly hot, I tasted Liam’s breath. My skin buzzed as his hands twisted my dress, and I exhaled sharply when I felt his tongue on my neck.

“Liam – ”

“Bend over for me.”

There was no hesitation. I gripped the edges of the sink, my eyes rapt on the mirror as I watched Liam position behind me. His bottom lip tucked in a lusty snarl as he lifted my skirt. The jangle of his belt replaced the need for any words. We both knew what we wanted and how much time we had to get it, and that urgency thickened the air like a sauna.

A.J’s voice still calling outside, Liam sunk into me with a groan. My jaw dropped. I’d never felt him this hard or this eager. I moaned as he shoved his hand up my dress, squeezing my tits, driving in and out of me like an animal. I saw pure lust and desire when I met his stare in the mirror, our eyes unblinking as we moved fast, in unison, bringing ourselves to the peak of our pleasure in the shortest time possible. Every second that passed was a second longer than we could afford, and the fact was evident in our bodies as we fucked desperately. Chaotically. The sound of panting and wetness filled the air as my hair fell into my face. When my grip slipped off the sink, Liam’s hands slammed over them, holding me in place as he pounded me from behind. He was wild and unhinged, and I was an inch from my peak when fists hammered outside at the door.

“Hurry the fuck up in there!”

I gasped and slid off Liam’s cock, but growling, he yanked me back down, spreading me apart. Hand over my mouth, he thrust viciously inside me, rubbing his hands all over the front of my body, squeezing everywhere he could. It was filthy and obscene and I loved every second of it. Reaching down, I stroked myself hastily as Liam pinched my nipples through my dress. I closed my eyes, taking in every sensation. But the second the rapping came again, I arched off him. With a grunt, he slammed me down again. I writhed away and made it to the door, but he pinned me against it, rubbing my clit from behind and burying his cock back inside my pussy. With someone just outside the hall, I moaned in fear, in excitement and ecstasy – in a million battling emotions that were quintessentially us.

But one more knock and I pushed off for a last time.

“Don’t fucking leave me like this,” Liam pleaded, caging me in with his arms. In a panting rush, I smoothed my skirt and fixed my bra, tipping my face to him for a kiss. I closed my eyes when he gave it to me.

“We’ll finish later,” I breathed. And as torturous as it was, I slipped out the door.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Somehow, I wound up in a different car than Liam, arriving at Muse Room with a group of the guys I didn’t know quite as well. It wasn’t ideal, but I was just grateful that when I burst out of the bathroom before, no one was in the hall. I knew that Riley had already left at that point, but it would still have been shameful running into anyone looking so freshly and obviously fucked. Sitting in the front seat of the car, I prayed the smell of sex didn’t linger on my skin. Liam hadn’t finished. Neither had I, and I was afraid that my need still bloomed in my cheeks. I wanted so badly to escape into dim lighting, in case the guys could in fact tell that I’d just been a stroke away from coming.

The second the car rolled to a stop, I jumped right out and bolted into the lounge. My eyes immediately caught Liam’s remarkable presence across the room, his long frame leaning against the bar. I made my way eagerly toward him, but suddenly, Riley bounced in front of me.

“I have a surprise for you,” she whispered in song, holding tight onto my wrist.

I blinked at her. “What?”

“It’s coming in three…two…”

“Sasha.”

I jumped and spun around to see Tuck standing before me in a nice plaid dress shirt and jeans. His blue eyes crinkled as he smiled.

“Hope it’s alright that Riley invited me here. She seemed pretty adamant that I come.”

My eyes fluttered as he slipped his hands onto my waist, touching me where Liam had gripped me so tightly barely fifteen minutes ago. “Oh. I, um…”

“She, um, has a giant crush on you and we all know that,” Riley mocked me. “And it’s time for you both to act like adults and do something about it.” She giggled as she leaned into my ear. “Also, I need you distracted in case I decide to make some poor decisions tonight.”

“Riley. Do not.”

“What? Nothing penetrative – how ‘bout that?” she smirked. I shot her a look and she rolled her eyes. “My God, you’re no fun. Tuck – would you please inject some fun into this one? Please?” She laughed when Tuck raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t mean for that to come out so sexual, but take my words as you will.”

With that, she flounced off to catch up with Dwyer, who had reached that point in the night where his shirt and tie were undone. I watched Riley whip the tie off his neck and slap his ass with it. Stunned, I stood there staring till Tuck slipped an arm around me. “My sister’s a handful too,” he laughed, nodding at the bar. “But there’s never really an escape from your own family, so in my experience, the best way to deal with that is a drink. My treat.”

I stiffened as his hand slid down to the small of my back. When I looked up, I saw Liam watching us, his eyes glassy but alert. His shirt stretched against his broad chest as Max held onto a handful of the back, keeping him at bay for me. My pulse picked up.

“I think I’ve actually had enough to drink for tonight. But you go get something. I’ll, um, meet you by the booth,” I said hastily. As I left, Tuck caught my hand and pulled me back.

“Sasha – are you okay?”

“Of course. Why do you ask?”

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