Page 33 of Fletch

She laughs. “Morals? You don’t have any of those.”

I press my hand to my chest and fake hurt. “I’ve grown up.”

“Bullshit. When was your last serious relationship?” I bite my lower lip, trying hard to hide the smirk. “Exactly,” she states, laughing harder. “If I had a mother, she’d have told me to stay away from guys like you.”

“Would you have listened?”

It’s her turn to chew on her lip, and she gives her head a shake. “It’s easy to get lost when I’m with you,” she admits, not quite meeting my eyes.

I drain my drink. “Maybe you’re not lost, Snap. Maybe you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.” I place my glass down and move her full one from her reach. “Let’s get you home.”

“Home?” she repeats, almost looking confused.

“Yep, that place you lay your head at night,” I tease, standing and holding out my hand. She eventually takes it and allows me to tug her to stand. She falls against my chest, and when she raises her head and her eyes meet mine, there’s heat there. She glances at my lips, her tongue darting out to wet her own. “You want me to kiss you, Snap?” I whisper, brushing her hair away from her face and gently cupping her cheek. “In public?”

“You didn’t used to be shy,” she murmurs. I press my lips to hers, softly placing a kiss there. Her hands circle my neck and she presses herself against me to deepen the kiss. When we pull apart, she’s panting breathlessly. “Bathroom,” she says, arching a brow as if she’s challenging me. Then she steps away, heading for the ladies’ bathroom.

I stay rooted to the spot, glancing around casually while weighing up my options. It takes me less than a second to follow.

I shove the door open, and she spins to face me, leaning against the condom machine and holding her hands behind her back like a child being caught stealing. I close the gap between us and push my fingers into her hair, pulling her to me and taking control of her mouth again. I reach behind her and retrieve the condom before walking her backwards into the nearest cubicle. It’s a tight squeeze, and while I unfasten my jeans, I lower onto the closed toilet seat. It breaks the kiss, so Gemma reaches under her dress and shimmies from her underwear. I rip open the condom and pull out my erection. She eyes me lustfully, watching as I roll the rubber over my length, and then she throws a leg over me and lowers onto me, groaning the second my cock slides into her tightness. I squeeze my eyes closed for a second, enjoying the feel of her choking me. She holds onto my shoulders, lifting herself and slamming down hard. “Fuck,” I hiss, squeezing her hips. “Slow down.”

“I need this,” she pants, moving faster.

She leans back slightly, placing her hands on my knees and giving me access to her clit. I gather some of her wetness on my thumb and press it against her swollen bud. She groans. “Oh shit,” she whispers, closing her eyes. A blush creeps up her neck and over her cheeks as her swollen lips part, letting out small gasps of pleasure as her orgasm washes over her.

I lift her and press her against the closed door. “You’re addictive,” I murmur, squeezing her backside. I fuck her hard, not bothering that the door is banging with each thrust. And when I finally come minutes later, a low growl escapes from the back of my throat as I strain, pushing in as far as she can take me.

I still, pressing my head against her shoulder while I catch my breath. I lower her feet onto the ground, and she wipes my brow with her hand. “We should do that again back at mine,” she whispers with a giggle. I’m not about to refuse, so I grab a handful of tissue, remove the condom, and drop it in the waste bin. Then I fasten my jeans while she slips her underwear back in place and straightens her tousled hair. I take her by the hand, and we step out to find a woman waiting patiently. She stares at the ground as we pass, giggling like naughty teenagers.

We walk hand-in-hand back to Gemma’s place. She doesn’t seem to care we’re out in public or that we could be seen, and I don’t waste my breath reminding her because I like it when she’s like this, so calm and relaxed.

The lights are out, and she carefully unlocks the door, allowing us to slip in quietly. She locks it behind us, throwing her keys on the side before taking me by the hand again and leading me upstairs.

The second we’re in her bedroom, I wrap my arms around her and kiss her. It’s going to be a long night.

Gemma

“What the fuck!”

My eyes shoot open, and Pete is staring at me from the bedroom doorway. I blink a few times, squinting as light peeks through the curtains. “Pete,” I croak, realising my throat is dry.

“Who the fuck is he?”

I glance to my left and gasp in horror as Fletch stirs, stretching out and causing the sheet to fall away from his naked body. I sit up, groaning as my head spins. “Shit,” I mutter, covering my face as my mind replays last night. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“Answer me,” Pete yells.

Fletch groans aloud. “Shut him up, my head’s banging.”

“Is this a joke?” Pete demands, glaring at me.

I scrub my hands over my face. “Go downstairs, I’ll be there in a second.”

“Or we could do it now,” he shouts, closing the gap between us and ripping the sheet from me. I screech, trying desperately to grab it back, but when he sees I’m naked too, a painful cry leaves him. I jump up, making a grab for him to comfort or soothe his pain, but he jumps back, looking at me in disgust. “Don’t fucking touch me, you slag.”

His words hurt, and I drop back onto the bed and frown. “Pete,” I whisper.

“Is this why you kicked me out? So this . . . this . . . criminal can jump in your bed?”