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He picks up the pace, forcing his cock between my lips. I press my mouth firmly over him, watching as he loses control.

“Fuck me, Delilah Astor. Those pretty lips. That perfect face.” With a restrained cry, he forces his hips forward one last time, ending in a long, hard groan. Rivulets of cum stream from his slit, hitting the back of my throat. I do everything I can to swallow and keep swallowing until he shudders to a stop.

He collapses against the door, and I follow after, giving him one more deep throat before backing off, his semi-hard dick bobbing from my mouth. Pleasure coats me in a warm blanket. Pride seeps through my pores. I brought Keegan Forbes to his knees, figuratively. He just gave me more truths in the last few minutes than he has in years.

There is still hope for the two of us.

ChapterThirteen

The girls clear out of the bar after the last girl performs. I hurry, changing back into my regular clothes, attempting to not look like I was just up on stage with my boobs hanging out. Thankfully, the wide, wall-length mirror in the now empty bathroom allows me to make sure I’m carefully put back together before I head back out to the main bar.

Taking in a deep breath, I force myself to relax. A nervous person always draws more attention than a confident one. However, when I get out there, I find there was no need to worry in the first place. The rest of the guys on the committee aren’t even paying attention to what I’m doing. The waitresses fill up their drinks while they joke with one another.

The only person who even notices me walking toward them is Keegan. His eagle-eyed stare zeroes in on me. For once, in what seems like a long time, he’s paying more attention to me than what’s going on around him. With his hands in his pockets, he stands there casually. His whole look tonight screams modern James Dean, and I am here for it.

I’m so caught up in the ferocity of Keegan’s gaze that I almost miss Cameron’s snide comment. “Where’ve you been, Astor? Chicken out?”

I give him a smirk. “I see my own breasts every day, I’m pretty sick of them to be honest.”

A few of the guys snicker, but it’s time to get down to judging. With the party only a couple of weeks away, there’s too much to do to bicker. I take my place on an empty chair next to Keegan. They’ve rearranged all the seats around a table, so we all sit peering at one another. Before Keegan can even attempt to take over the meeting, I speak up. “There’s no reason to sit around talking about it. We only need one person to count the votes and contact the girls who made it through. We saw seventy-five girls. That’s way too many to hire when our guest list isn’t even that much. What’s a good number?”

“Fifty,” Keegan states.

“Great. Who volunteers to count the votes and reach out?”

They all glance at each other. I sit back and wait for them to figure it out amongst themselves because I refuse to volunteer. I started the text chain, made it to this display of male testosterone, and begrudgingly emailed my father. No one can say I haven’t done my part so far.

In addition to all that, I learned one important lesson. Something Keegan probably didn’t dream of inadvertently passing on. Withholding sex can be powerful, but so can being sexual.

“I’ll do it,” Cameron huffs.

“Great,” I announce, not giving him a chance to back out of it. “We’ll meet Monday to discuss what we found out from our fathers, and we’ll go from there.”

Glassy stares eye me before nodding. Their hesitation isn’t alcohol induced. It’s been this way my entire life. Dudes aren’t used to hearing women boss them around. Luckily, that never stopped me from doing so.

“Sweet.” Sir Reginald’s son stands. Shoving his beer bottle in the air with a war cry, he shouts, “Party time!”

As if on cue, the music turns up again. I have zero desire to party with these guys in this fashion, so I lean over to Keegan. “I’ll get an Uber.”

His possessive eyes lock me in place. “The fuck you will.”

I study him. Surprisingly, I find no residual effects of alcohol consumption. His eyes aren’t hazed over like the other committee members. There’s no slurring or an increased time to string his thoughts together. While the other Knights are too busy to notice, I place my hand on Keegan’s thigh and lean toward him. I don’t want to fight but remaining at this bar while a bunch of guys drink themselves into comas isn’t my idea of a good time. “I’m not staying here, Keegan.”

He squeezes my hand and stands from his seat. Grabbing his keys from his pocket, he says, “I’m not asking you to.”

I lift my brows in surprise. It’s been a while since he’s done something chivalrous for me. Following him to my feet, we say goodbye to the others before exiting the bar. The streets are speckled with people finding places to drink tonight. Loud music echoes out of several different venues as we make our way toward Keegan’s vehicle.

When we finally get in the car, he takes a deep breath, leaning his head back on the headrest. “You’re lucky they didn’t know it was you.”

I shrug. I was pretty sure they wouldn’t find out, but I’m also relieved. Facing them after that wouldn’t have been fun. “I know.”

“You could’ve just told that girl to get off my lap, you know.” He starts the car, and it roars to life, startling me.

“And embarrass you in front of the Knights?”

“Embarrass me?” He shakes his head. “No, Delilah, it’s not embarrassing. They know we’re ending up together. The only people who don’t know are outsiders.”

“You didn’t have to pull her onto your lap either,” I counter.

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