Page 91 of Unwrapped

Instead he whips up my sweater, unhooks my bra and attaches his hot tongue to my aching nipple.

I can’t speak after that. My hands frantically tug down his pants, reaching inside to feel his hard length. He groans as I pump it in my hand, feeling the thick girth; the velvety tip of the head, needing it to soothe the ache in my core. The need to have him there, rooted deep is everything right now.

My hands snake under his shirt, press against his abs, his chest as I take fistfuls of it and help him left it off.

My hot tongue traces things I feel but can’t see. We fall to our knees, licking, sucking, kissing our way to the floor. He tastes like peppermint and Jim Bean. Strong and a bit sweet. Fire breaks out between us. He pulls down my leggings far enough to slip a hand inside. “Fuck doll. You’re drippin’.” I groan, arcing my hips up to meet his seeking fingers. He plays with my clit, pinching it hard then rubbing it lightly. Two fingers dive in my creamy channel and I practically scream as they rotate around to rub that secret spot.

I close my eyes, even though I can’t see. I know I’m close and shame fills me as it’s Dare’s name I see—his name I scream as I come hard on someone else’s hand.

Falling limp and sated I apologize. “Sorry. I’m so sorry.” Muttering, I feel around in the dark for my sweater throwing it on without a bra. He curses, reaching for me, but I’ve already crawled to the door using the light coming from under the crack to find it.

I rip it open, running into the crowd. I open the heavy door to the bar, letting the icy air chill me. That was an inferno back there. I’m still on fire but the problem is I’m not sure for who.

“Need a ride?”

Federico stands in the shadows, smoking a cigar.

“Please. I need to leave”

“He messed it up again. Didn’t he?”

“Who?”

“Dare.”

“He’s not here. That was yesterday.”

“I don’t want to say anything. The code of the MC prevents me from being a snitch. But put it together babe.”

“I’m tired. Still a bit buzzed and feel a bit guilty. I’ll deal with him after Christmas.”

Federico shrugs and helps me inside his truck. The hotel is silent as I key in. I race up to my room not wanting to risk running into Dare. But I’m not tired, still feel hot and sticky from the bar. I grab my bikini and go down to the spa. The pool is lukewarm, and I dive right in. No one is here, so I peel off my bikini to float naked. It feels better than I remember. So free and so good. I’m still horny though. Sighing, I think skinny dipping was a bad idea after all.

A loud splash has me screeching. A sleek body moves under the water and surfaces next to me.

His face.

Those eyes.

That ripped chest covered in ink. My eyes lower to the arms grabbing my waist.

No.

Yes.

Screaming bloody murder, I jump high, pushing down on the top of my head with everything I have. I catch him off guard and for one triumphant moment he goes under.

But my victory doesn’t last long. He surfaces like a god; all ripped muscles and swirling ink over his hard body. I know I’ll never escape him, so I don’t even try.

“I hate you.”

“I know. You’ve told me more than once, cupcake.”

His strong hands grip my waist, holding me firm. “I wanted to tell you… I had it all planned out but when I saw you with Federico, I snapped. I needed you in my arms, not his. Every time I touch you, I need more. It’s not enough. Never enough,” he groans, bending his head and taking my pebbled nipple into his mouth. He rolls it with his tongue like it’s a gumdrop.

Hate and love merge fusing together.

Want and need collide with anger and resentment.

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