Page 122 of Broken Prince
“Don’t be.” I turn around in his arms. “It’s hot knowing just my ass got you off.” I bet he’s so red under that mask.
“I... I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be back.”
He takes off through the crowd, and I’m left here by myself and horny.
“I need a drink,” I mutter to myself.
As I’m heading to the kitchen, I see Winter dancing with a girl. But she’s not alone; Justin is behind her, Winter trapped between them.
“Holy crap.” They look pretty hot together. Or maybe that's just me still aroused by my moment with Elijah. I wish he didn’t take off, I wanted more.
Grabbing my drink, I decide I need to head outside for some fresh air. It’s too crowded in here, and I feel grossly hot in this costume.
Stumbling out the door, I decide to sit on the bench under the tree across the lawn.
By the time I get there, I’m fucking tired. “I’m too drunk for this.” I groan as I sit down on the bench.
“Are you now?” a voice has me jumping. I whip my head to the side to find Owen sitting there.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
He gives me an amused look. “Partying like everyone else.” He raises his beer bottle before taking a drink.
“Where’s your costume?” Man, he’s sexy. His hair has grown back out a bit. It’s long enough for me to run my fingers through it and tug. I’ve missed him.
“I’m wearing it.” He chuckles.
My brows furrow. “You're dressed in a leather jacket... I think. Who are you supposed to be?”
His eyes meet mine, and my breathing stutters at the heated look in his eyes. It’s a mix of anger and want. “Who’s your boyfriend?”
The question takes me by surprise. “What?”
“My brother mentioned you were seeing someone. Who is it?” The question comes out with a bit of a growl.
My pulse races as nerves fill my stomach. “No one you know,” I answer, not denying I have a boyfriend. “And he’s not my boyfriend. Not yet.”
“Yet?” he growls. “So you plan on making things official with this asshole?”
“He’s not an asshole.” I frown. “You don’t even know him.”
“I don’t need to know him to know he’s not for you.”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, getting angry. “And who is?”
He grabs me and pulls me to him until I’m straddling his lap. My lips part in surprise as my chest heaves. His two large hands cup my face, and he yanks me forward. “Me,” he growls before smashing his lips to mine.
I moan as his tongue slips in and over mine. I kiss him back, grinding my pussy against the hard bulge in his pants. His tongue, his smell, fucking consume me.
I want him, I want more. I’m going out of my mind right now.
What is right and wrong? Who fucking knows.
“That's it, baby,” he groans as I start to shamelessly use him to get off. He grabs my waist, kissing me again as he picks me up and carries me to the nearest tree.
His hands are all over me, roaming my body. I’m burning up, this aching need to cum filling my bones.
“Owen,” I pant out, tossing my head back against the tree as he ruts against me, my ass pressed against the trunk. “Fuck, that feels so good. I’m so close.”