Page 42 of Crow

She’s right. This is what she does to me. Makes my cock kick and weep, makes me want to blow straight into my boxers.

She chooses that minute to remove her hand, fingers glistening in the low light. I capture her wrist and bring her fingers to my lips. I suck them into my mouth, laving at her digits with my tongue, sucking at them, savoring her delicioushoney until her fingers are clean. I pop them out of my mouth. They’re soaked with my saliva now.

I want to leave right fucking now, but I don’t want to ruin the night for Tarynn. If the heady expression on her face, half dazed and half lust, and her blown pupils are any indication, she might want to get out of here as badly as I do.

“I think I might want to go,” she says, voice thick but not slurred. Not from the alcohol.

“We can leave.”

“We can always go back out again.”

“Out again?”

I could fall and die, crash and burn, in her sinful smile. I want to taste her lips again. Tease them and claim them. Bruise them until they’re swollen and marked from my kisses.

“I want to go back to the hotel.”

She stands abruptly and takes my hand, trying to haul me up. When she said she wanted to go, she meant now.

I get to my feet and put my hand where it belongs, on the small of her back, to guide her out. I make sure no one bumps her or comes near.

Outside, I suppose the night has cooled, but the hot summer heat of Vegas is far warmer than Hart feels even on its warmest day. Hart is all cloying humidity and sticky summers. This heat practically shimmers, even in the dark.

There’s still a line. If anything, it’s only grown. For Vegas, the night is young yet, and with other clubs not open tonight, I’msure this one will be going strong right until closing time—that’s if it ever closes.

There aren’t any taxis waiting. I suppose that they won’t start coming until later. It’s no matter. I can call for one.

I get my hand in my back pocket to pull out my phone, but that’s all I accomplish before I’m nearly tugged off my feet. Tarynn has my hand and she’s pulling mewith all her strength, over to the corner of the building. The club is on a corner lot, with no other buildings around. It’s surrounded by parking lots on all three sides. The other buildings down the street are dark though, and the streetlights don’t reach around to the side.

As soon as we’re out of sight, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into her. She falls against the brick building, looping one leg up and around behind mine. She arches into me, slamming her breasts into my chest, placing hot, sloppy, delirious kisses over my chin until she reaches my lips.

It’s the hottest onslaught. I feel like I’m in a fever dream.

“Crow,” she moans, nipping at my lips, trying to entice me into losing control.

Spoiler alert—I’m more than halfway there already.

But Crow? That just won’t fucking do. I can’t very well get her to call me Raven. I turn my face to her ear, biting lightly at the lobe. She shivers, her hips bucking up into my hard cock, still trapped in the waistband of my pants. I want to grind into her. I want to free it, tear her panties right off, and give her every thick inch.

“Owen.”

Her hands twist into my hair, nails digging into the back of my neck and base of my skull. “Owennnnn,” she purrs, dragging out the syllables.

I’ve given my name to one person in my life. Crow. No one else has ever known it and they certainly wouldn’t haven’t whispered it like Tarynn just did.

I want to shove her against the wall, lift up her skirt, and bury my tongue inside her pussy until she’s a screaming mess.

“I want you to unravel me,” she begs, her words turning me inside out, getting into my brain and making me dizzy.

“I can’t do this if you’re too drunk to fully know what you’re doing.”

“I’m just buzzed. The pretzel worked its magic.”

She unwinds one hand from my hair to take mine, twisting our fingers together. She brings it up, setting it right on the gaping neckline of her shirt, above her breast. So help me fucking god, I want to take that sweet round orb in my hand. I want to shove that bra and shirt aside and close my lips around her nipple, bite and suckle her as her legs grow unsteady.

I lift my hand instead, brushing my knuckles down her cheek and lifting her jaw. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I know that if I don’t like something, you’ll stop. You don’t have to worry. I might be a pastor’s daughter, but I’ve been reading smutty books online for years. My parents would have dropped dead if they knew about it. I’m also a med student so… there’s literally nothing that I don’t know about and haven’t seen. Also? I’ve masturbated before. Probably going to hell for it, but there it is.”

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