Page 29 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

I flip the light switch, and the fluorescent lights flicker and hum to life. I stalk across the room, swipe two bottles of vodka, and tuck them under my arm. Footsteps echo across the storage room, and I glance over my shoulder. Eve stops within arm’s reach of me.

“I never got to say this last night,” she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, “but I didn’t stay to watch hockey. I stayedbecause of you,” she murmurs. Her hand rests lightly on her chest, near her heart, the words a confession. Delicately, she trails her fingers over her chest and down the valley of her tits. “I went to bed thinking of you.” My nostrils flare with every rise and fall of my chest. Her hand drags over her stomach. “Your mouth on mine. While your fingers dipped into the waistband of my sleep shorts. The same ones from the hotel room.”

My gaze lingers on her fingers as she idly traces the waistband of her jeans. As seconds pass, my heart rate accelerates so fast it might burst through my rib cage.

Her lips fall open on a whispered gasp. “I closed my eyes, picturing your hand, your fingers as they slid inside the elastic and over my pussy.”

“Eve,” I growl, the rest of the words getting lodged in my throat. I’m torn between telling her to stop and that she can’t stop until she finishes.

Her hand dips to between her legs. “The pad of your finger grazing over my clit before sliding down to my entrance.”

“Eve.” My deep voice is a warning. But it’s not a warning to stop. All my restraints snap in half. This is the point of no return. In one long stride, I’m clasping her hand in mine. Her hooded eyes stretch wide as I tug her out of the storage room.

“Where are we going?” The clatter of her steps shuffle behind me, but she quickly regains her balance.

I don’t answer her. Instead, I lead us into the employee room. Without turning on the light, I drag her to the far corner of the room. Spinning her around, her back smacks against the wall. My fingers dig into the soft skin of her waist as my other hand threads through her hair. I crash my lips to hers. She inhales a sharp breath before her lips mold to mine. It’s a sweet and satisfying kiss. Her hands roam up my torso and rest on my chest while I tug her closer, my growing erection digging into her stomach. She moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound.

I barely survived the last week not kissing her. Touching her. Because this is perfection. Her kisses are like a breath of fresh air, bringing me to life. Realization hits me—I hadn’t been living until I met her.

She breaks away from the kiss. Her chest heaves as she collects her breath. “We’re doing this?”

I press my lips to hers, giving her my answer.

“And Jake?”

I run the tip of my nose along hers. “Honestly, I don’t even know anymore. The only thing I’m sure of is you. This. Kissing you. Touching you. It’s the only thing I need.”

A small smile flirts on her lips. “Me too.” Her mouth crashes to mine. The kiss is just as frantic as earlier as if she needs me just as much as I need her.

My hand slides over the curve of her ass and to the back of her thigh. I hike her leg over my hip, grinding my rock-hard dick against her. A moan rumbles from the back of her throat, so I do it again, loving the noises she makes. Fuck, I miss this. Miss her. So damn much.

EIGHTEEN

IS THAT A REQUEST?

Eve

I pull Lach closer, grinding against his denim-covered cock. I’m seconds away from having an orgasm just from dry humping. His breathing hitches, a ragged, desperate sound as if he’s about to lose control. In the few weeks I’ve known him, he’s always appeared calm and collected, except when it comes to me. I’m the one he loses control over, and I fucking love it.

Breaking away from our kiss, I drop my leg to the floor. Using the wall, I slide down, feeling every ridge and valley of his abs as I drag my hand down until I’m eye level with his cock. He rests his palms against the wall, shadowing me from what little light shines in the break room, and peers down at me.

“What are you doing, Eve?” His voice is raspy.

My fingers trail along the waistband of his jeans. “I need something to suck on.”

With one quick motion, I flick the button open and peel back the denim, yanking it over his hips. I salivate at the sight of his thick cock stretching the cotton boxer briefs. Leaning in, I drag my lips over his bulge. He sucks in a sharp breath from thecontact. One of his hands drops, and his fingers thread through my hair.

“Take me out. Show me how much you can take in that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Is that a request?”

“No. It’s a fucking demand.” His voice is deep and gravelly.

Like a turkey thermometer, my nipples spring to life beneath my shirt. Lach going alpha male on me is the biggest turn-on ever. “I guess I better be a good girl and do what I’m told.” With my fingers wrapped under the elastic, I pull down. His cock springs free. A bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip. I wrap my fingers around the silky-smooth base and swirl my tongue around the head. A deep groan sounds above me, spurring me to continue. I suck the crown into my mouth like a lollipop.

Lach’s fingers tangle in my hair. “Show me how much you like my cock in your mouth.”

With my hand still on the base of his shaft, I slowly slide my mouth down his length. When I’m about halfway, I pull back up.

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