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My fingertips graze his heated skin, trailing up over his muscular torso and the black ink covering his chest. I’ve never even considered getting a tattoo, but they look beautiful marking his skin. His large palms travel down over my lower back until he’s lightly cupping my bottom. His hands continue to move, slowly sliding around and gripping my hips as he pulls me back down, hitting just the right spot.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groans.

“Ahhh…” I breathe out. I lean back, letting my body do the work as my mind lets go completely.

“You are so beautiful,” his deep words touch my ears and I know without a doubt that he’s watching me. I feel my skin heat even more, but I leave my eyes closed and lifted towards the ceiling as I continue to rock against him, faster and faster as the pressure builds deep within my belly.

My body is coated with a thin layer of sweat and I feel the impending spiral take hold. A deep pulse hits my center and I begin to crumble, feeling his fingertips dig deeper into my hips. My body trembles, clenching and releasing as I fall to his chest.

“Fuuuck,” his growl is loud against my ear as his arms circle around my back, holding me tight against him.

Never in my life have I experienced anything close to this. The only person I was ever intimate with was my ex, and it was nothing like this. There is absolutely no comparison.

???

A noise startles me awake and I’m covered in darkness. After taking a second to let my eyes adjust, I quickly remember that I’m not at home in my own bed. I reach to the side and tap my phone. The screen lights up to reveal that it’s just after six on New Year’s morning.

Last night was fun. Actually, it was amazing. But from everything I’ve heard, Fifty isn’t one to make any type of commitment. And honestly, I’m not really expecting that, but I also don’t want to stick around and feel the embarrassment of my first ever one-night stand.

My legs move from under the blanket and I let my feet touch the floor as I start to search for my dress in the dark. I manage to find it fairly quickly and pull it back over my head before reaching back down for my shoes. Holding my heels in my hands, I grab my phone and slip quietly out the door knowing that it will be much easier to leave now and avoid an audience.

The party room is almost completely empty, other than a few stragglers who passed out on the large couches. The quiet seems overwhelming after the raging party that happened here only a few hours ago. I move easily through the now empty room, and step outside.

The crisp morning air tingles my skin and takes my breath away. I bend down slightly, slipping my feet back into my heels and a small movement catches in my peripheral vision. I turn, finding an unexpected smile.

“Looks like I’m officially outta the game, huh?” Shark’s question moves past his lips as the smooth smoke pours out.

“It’s not really what you think?” I start, but it’s no use.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure it’s exactly what I think,” he cuts me off. “I’ve seen it before and I’m sure I’ll see it again,” his eyebrows raise, and I feel my own pinch in confusion. “You know he’s gonna be pissed when he wakes up and you’re gone.”

“I’m sure he’d rather not have to deal with escorting me out. I just figured I’d save us both and show myself the door,” I cringe, feeling completely out of my element.

“Fifty’s not like that. Even with the girls that he really wants to leave. He just can’t turn on his inner asshole like some of us can; at least not with the ladies. A pretty face is his one weakness,” he tells me before bringing his cigarette back to his lips and pulling in a deep drag. He slowly lets the smoke seep out, creating a cloud around him.

“And darlin’, the way he was looking at you all night, I think the last thing he ever intended to show you, was the door,” he grins.

“I guess we’ll see,” I shrug before moving down the steps and towards my waiting car.

Fourteen

Fifty

My fingertips brush the headboard as my arms reach up over my head and I feel the stretch pull down the length of my body. Bringing my arms back to my side, I feel the empty bed beside me. Jade must’ve needed the bathroom, and I was so fucking spent from our night together that I had no idea she even got up.

I reach out and flip on the small bedside lamp, my eyelids quickly snapping shut as the bright light shines through the room. I swing my legs off the side of the bed, letting my feet hit the cool floor. Standing tall, I stretch again, this time reaching up towards the ceiling and feeling the muscles down my back.

I find my jeans on the floor and pull them on before grabbing a fresh t-shirt and my pack of smokes. I need to go out for a quick butt. Jade should be easy enough to find, either on my way out or back, I’m bound to bump into her. I pull my t-shirt down over my head as I walk through the mostly empty clubhouse. It’s mid-morning, but seems like everyone is still sleeping after that party last night.

“Mornin’, Timmy. Pour me a cup of coffee, would ya?” I request as I step up to the bar, finding the kid bright eyed and restocking the glasses. Jade’s voice echoes in the back of my head, and I can’t help but wonder if he got to have any fun last night.

“Here you go,” he says, setting the mug in front of me as I lightly tap the pack of smokes against my palm.

“Have you seen Jade, that girl I was hanging out with last night?” I question.

“Nope. Sorry, brother. I haven’t seen her since last night,” he answers.

“Thanks, kid,” I say, taking my mug and heading for the door.

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