Part 10 (1/2)

”Christ, Laney, you're so wet.” His fingers dipped lower into me. ”Oh, G.o.d. So f.u.c.king tight.”

Biting my lip, I gripped the blankets beneath me. The rhythm of his fingers burying into me slowly spreading a sensation over my legs. ”Lachlan,” I whispered, grinding my hips against his fingers. ”Please, more.”

He tore his gaze away from my exposed flesh and looked up at me with hungry eyes. ”I'm going to kiss you now, luv. Hold on tight.”

Knowing he didn't mean it literally, I still tightened my grip. Pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh, he plunged his tongue inside of me.

Holy s.h.i.+t.

Yelping out, I gripped his head and held on tight. All my problems blew away, the world slipped from my vision, there was nothing except his lips on my core. He lapped at me, tasting me while gripping my a.s.s with his open palms. Crawling back up to me, he took my bottom lip with his teeth and pulled. ”That was-f.u.c.king amazing,” I whispered.

Lachlan smiled down at me, then winked before he reached behind him. A s.h.i.+ny wrapper flickered in the moonbeams, and I swallowed a large lump that was stuck in my throat. ”Are you sure? This is the last time I'm going to ask you, I swear. I just want you to be one hundred percent sure.”

Taking his face between my hands, I nodded up at him. ”Please, Lachlan. I'm ready.”

Burying his scruffy face in my neck, he sighed. ”Okay, baby. Just sit back, because I'm going to take care of you.”

Carefully, Lachlan stood and dropped his boxer briefs. His c.o.c.k was thick, longer than I had imagined, and it made me wetter than I ever thought possible. He dropped down to his knees quickly, positioning himself between my waiting thighs. I waited, glancing up at the stars as he rolled the condom over his length.

Leaning closer, he pressed kisses all over my face, then glanced down at me with heavy lids. ”I'm going to start, luv. Hold on to me. If I hurt you, you tell me, and I'll f.u.c.king stop. Right then. No questions.”

Nodding, I clung to his sides, holding on for dear life. Lachlan reached down and pressed himself at my entrance. Tears built in my eyes, not from pain, but from want, need. He locked eyes with me as he slowly began to press into me. A tingling pinch rocked over my core, causing me to press my thighs hard into Lachlan's sides.

”Luv?”

”I'm fine,” I mumbled. ”Go.”

He pushed my hair from my face, wrapped his large hand around my waist, and pressed in harder. A cry tore from my throat, making me clench my thighs tighter. Lachlan's eyes were wide, his mouth ajar, and his hand tight on my hip. ”f.u.c.k,” he grunted out. ”You're so f.u.c.king tight, luv. b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l,” he spit through his teeth.

Once he was in, he slowly withdrew and eased his way back in. The burning sensation was starting to fade and a pleasurable ache took its place. ”More,” I whispered. ”A little faster.”

I was so comfortable with him. There was no way I would ever find someone that fit me so well that treated me like I was the only girl in the world. Lachlan growled, pus.h.i.+ng into me harder. Once he found a steady rhythm, he gripped both hips and ground harder.

The heat in my body erupted. This was so perfect. Lachlan bit his bottom lip, leaning in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. ”I love you, Laney. Forever.”

I drown in his voice. ”I love you, too.”

”h.e.l.lo.” Heather's voice pulls me out of my daze. ”Was it Lachlan?”

I blink a few times to focus. ”Yeah,” I whisper. ”It was him.”

Chapter Twelve.

Laney ”But if you close your eyes Does it almost feel like Nothing changed at all?” - Bastille ”I'm not sure I want to do this, Heather.”

Heather scoffs, painting more lipstick on my already caked lips. ”You're way too pretty to not go out. You're depriving the male specimen of this,” she says, gesturing toward my tightly clad body.

Rolling my eyes, I pull my hair into a long side-braid. ”Whatever, Heather. Drinks do kind of sound nice. We haven't been out in a while.”

She nods. ”Yep,” she says, popping her lips in the mirror. ”I look good, too. I've been dying to wear these heels.” Her leopard-print pumps were a little too outrageous for me, but look h.e.l.la cute on her.

”Bethany texted me and said she is going to meet us there. She is running late. So, let's go get us a seat before they're all taken.”

I snort and grab my wallet. ”I'm sure that won't happen. It's a Wednesday.”

Heather dabs some perfume between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and on her wrists. ”Obviously, you aren't used to going out during the week. It's Hump Day and drinks are half off. The Loft is going to be packed.”

s.h.i.+t. I didn't even think about that. ”Well, I guess we do need to hurry then.”

As usual, Heather is right. Vehicles line both sides of the road. A vibrant buzz radiates from The Loft as we near the entrance. A smoky haze sweeps past us as the usher opens the door. I cough and swat the smoke out of my eyes. The place is packed with swaying bodies, the bar full of people chugging half-priced alcohol. Heather wraps her arm through mine and tugs me along until we find a small booth in the corner. She is already flagging down a waitress before I can get my wallet out.

We order drinks and relax back into the seats. ”Bethany just texted me, she's here. Look for her.”

I glance around the bar, eyeing everyone until I see Bethany trotting toward us. She scoots in with Heather and smiles over at me. ”So glad we could do this. I've been needing a drink.” She orders one when the waitress drops ours off.

”You need a drink? I f.u.c.king need a drink.” I sip my wine and sigh. ”I'm the one pretending to like a guy.” Sliding the tip of my index finger over the rim of my gla.s.s, I glance at them over my gla.s.ses.

Bethany lifts an eyebrow and nudges Heather. She gives me a pitying look and points behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Aiden leaned over some girl at the bar, feeling on her b.o.o.bs.

Anger. Rage. f.u.c.king torment. My mouth drops open. All the pity I felt for him leading him on is seeping out of me. ”That f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d.”

Bethany shrugs and sips her drink. ”He's an a.s.s.” She chugs back more of her drink and slams it on the table. ”What do you do? Say something? Leave it alone? What would you truly do in the situation, if you really liked Aiden?”

Heather holds her face up with the palm of her hand. ”Beat the f.u.c.k out of her.”

I snort, then place my drink back down. ”No, never hit the girl. Odds are she doesn't even know he is dating me. It's him that's the problem. So, we fix it.”

”How?” they both ask.

”We find our own dates and dance. It'll kill him to see that I'm not interested in him and his little two-cent ho. Now, let's pick out my prey.” I hope they don't hear the anger in my voice. It's not because I care, but it does add fuel to the jacka.s.s-meter that is Aiden. I'm going to cream his a.s.s.

Heather squeals and clasps her hands together. ”We've got to find a fine one. Oh, how about the hottie with the nose ring?”

I wince. ”Be nice, ladies.”

They both laugh. Ten minutes later I'm about to give up, when Bethany points toward the outskirts of the dance floor. A tall guy with wide shoulders and dark skin is leaning against the wall, talking to a few other guys. He must be mixed with something because his mulatto skin is perfectly colored, with jeans that fit him just right and a dark red s.h.i.+rt that sets off his skin. ”Hmm,” I say. ”He could work.”

”Great-now go get 'em. I can't wait to see this s.h.i.+t,” Heather says, taking another long drink. ”Let's go. Get up.”

I put my palms up in surrender. ”Calm down, I've got this.” I stand, feeling a little wobbly with this wine I've been sucking down. ”Wow,” I giggle, which is rare for me, and steady myself against the wall behind our booth. ”Now, ladies,” I curtsy. ”Let me show you how it's done.”

Staggering, I catch my balance and start toward the floor. Elbows and shoves are thrown at me, almost making me bust my a.s.s. The dance floor is flooded. A few guys try to grab my waist but I swat them away. I'm a girl on a mission. The guy doesn't see me until I'm a foot away. His dark eyes glance down at me, and he smiles. It's a nice smile, almost sweet. ”Hi,” he says, leaning down so I can hear him over the music. ”You want to dance?”