Page 68 of Let Me Love You
“I know. But that’s the thing, Colt,” I whisper. “This isn’t about me.” I kiss him again, letting the slight scruff tickle the tips of my fingers as I cup his cheek, drowning in his sorrowful gaze. He really is gorgeous. All chiseled and kind and aloof to anyone but me.
When the limo pulls up in front of our apartment, I drop my hand onto my lap. “Now, go. Have fun. I’ll be in bed when you get home.”
“And if I wanna stay with you?” he asks.
“Then that means I have to go because it isn’t fair to Theo or Blake if we skip it because I’m being a Debbie Downer.”
“Always the martyr, Ash,” he mutters. “One of these days, you’re gonna have to let me fix that.”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, pecking his lips one more time as I push the back door open. “Love you.”
“Love you.”
24
THEO
The bass is thumping as we push SeaBird’s doors open. Half of the team is already here, lining the bar and placing their orders as Sammie, the bartender and owner of the establishment, pours their beverages and hands them over. Mia’s here, too, but she looks busy, slinging drinks and sliding them across the counter toward their owners, a coy smile teasing her lips. Bet it helps her with tips.
Good.
She needs them.
Blake giggles against my side and grabs my face, tugging me down and kissing me. She had a couple of shots at the banquet and is clearly feeling pretty good as she slips her tongue into my mouth. Fireball greets me, and I smile against her perfect, full lips.
“You taste like cinnamon,” I note.
“I taste like deliciousness.” She tangles our fingers together and leads me onto the dance floor, not even bothering to say hello to anyone who came to celebrate with us. Then again, I’m not complaining. Blake’s happy, so I’m happy. It’s that simple.
With her lithe body pressed against me, we dance to the beat. My cock hardens against the curve of her ass before the first song even has a chance to finish. With a knowing smirk, she turns around to face me, sliding her hands along my chest, hooking them around my neck, and dipping her tongue into my mouth again.
“Ya know, for someone who was giving your brother and his girlfriend shit the other day for getting handsy on the dance floor,” I growl against her, “you’re having a hell of a time torturing me out here.”
She bats her long lashes up at me. “Is there a problem, Teddy?”
I cup her ass and grind myself against her.
“I’m sorry. Can you show me the problem one more time?” she quips. My dick rubs against her toned stomach again, and she whimpers. “Yeah, I think you should take me to the bathroom.”
The music’s so loud my ears ring, so I lean forward and bite her earlobe. “Oh, I should?”
“Yup.” Her big, green eyes cause my balls to tighten as she peeks up at me. “And then you should fuck me in it.”
“Blake…”
She grabs my hand without waiting for my response and weaves us through the crowd. The place is busier than usual. Everyone is sandwiched together, probably breaking the fire code. I bet a few of the Lions’ players posted their whereabouts tonight on social media, meaning there are probably paparazzi mixed in with the puck bunnies and hockey fans already sporting the Lions’ logo on their jerseys. If I wasn’t so fucking horny, I might even suggest we end the engagement party now and tell everyone to go home.
Instead, I follow the fiery redhead in front of me as she squeezes between the bathroom door and the person who’d just finished using it, cutting in front of the throng of people waiting for their turn. She quickly locks the door behind us. The person we’d cut off bangs on the door with their fists, cursing us out, but the noise fades away as Blake hooks her fingers in my pants and unbuttons them.
“Been craving you since you walked on stage,” she mumbles, releasing my cock and grabbing it with her hand. Up and down, she pumps my dick, and my head rolls back.
“Fuck, Baby Thorne.” My chest heaves. “You’re gonna need to slow down if you want me to last.”
Her thumb sweeps along the head as she rises onto her tiptoes and bites my neck. “And I’m gonna need you to come inside me in the next two minutes because I pissed off a lot of people in the line out there, and you’ve been teasing me for a solid two hours, so chop-chop, Mr. Taylor.”
I grab her throat and squeeze, slamming my mouth against hers as I shove her silky black dress up. The bathroom doesn’t have individual stalls. Only a toilet, a garbage can, a small black counter with a sink, and a single mirror. I turn Blake around, forcing her to face it. Her palms land on the cold countertop with a light slap as she holds my gaze through the reflection, looking more incredible and wild than I’ve seen in a long time. Her hair hangs messily around her shoulders, and her lips are swollen from our kiss. But her eyes are what do me in. The dare in them. Fucking sparkling with mischief and more tempting than she’ll ever understand.
My fingers find her thong beneath the hem of her dress. I rip them off, shoving the flimsy scrap of material into my pocket, and line myself up with her entrance. She gave me two minutes to get her off, and I’m not gonna waste a single fucking second. With a quick thrust, I shove myself inside her, and she lurches forward, catching herself before her head has a chance to slam into the glass.