Page 5 of Wild Night

“And you’re keeping me away from them so I don’t upset anyone?” I guess.

He snorts. “Don’t do pity fucks, babe. You standing against that wall looking like a goddamn wet dream, makin’ my dick hard, is why I brought you here. Nothin’ else.”

Lifting the beer to my lips, I take my own pull as I walk past him and toward the bed before I sink onto the edge of the mattress. He watches me, unmoving. I look down at my red-painted toenails, inhaling deeply through my nose, and hold my breath for a moment before I let it out slowly.

“I don’t do things like this.”

I assume people who do things like this but want to appear innocent probably say the same thing. But I actually don’t usually do things like this, so I hope he believes me. If he doesn’t… so what?

He hums. “Yeah, got that.”

IVY

Posey is sex on a stick, and every single one of the brothers was trying to figure out who was going to bang her before Bullet made her off limits. Because I have no doubt he will. I’m not someone who sits around and waits for shit like that to happen, though. Instead of coming up with a plan, I just approached her with a couple of beers, and it worked.

“Stay right there,” I warn.

I walk out of the room and grab a bottle of tequila, some salt, and some limes. When I make my way back in, I’m surprised to see that Posey has taken her shoes off, but unfortunately, her clothes remain in place. Her eyes widen at the sight of the bottle.

I close and lock the door behind me, then watch her for a moment. She lifts her head, her eyes meet mine, and she gives me a soft smile. She’s really fucking gorgeous, and I have a feeling really fucking high maintenance. That should bother me, but it doesn’t. I think it’s the challenge. I fucking want it.

“Here you go, princess,” I murmur, walking toward her.

She takes the bottle from my hand and sets the glass of limes on the nightstand, and I place the salt next to it before I sink down beside her.

“This is dangerous,” she says with a small laugh, her voice soft and sexy as shit.

I hum before I speak. “Is it?”

She jerks her chin up slightly, her eyes meeting mine. “You know it is. That’s why you brought it in here.”

“Trouble,” I grunt.

I watch as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, her honey eyes searching mine.Fuck. I want to be inside of her right now—my balls ache for it. She is trouble. I can see it lurking behind her eyes, and I want no fucking part of it… except for a night.Just once, I tell myself.

A night is all I need to assuage the curiosity that I feel about this woman.

A bright fucking red Mercedes Benz, a skirt too fucking short, too much cleavage, too much skin in general.

She’s too fucking much, and I want all of her.

Every damn inch.

Posey smiles, then tugs the cork out of the bottle, tossing it on the nightstand next to the salt and limes before she brings it to her lips. I watch as she takes a drink. She doesn’t even flinch as she swallows.

It’s expensive tequila. There isn’t much of a bite, but it still surprises me that she doesn’t reach for the lime or the salt. Instead, she slides her tongue across her bottom lip and takes a second drink.

Slipping the bottle from her grasp, I bring it to my own lips, and we go back and forth a few times, allowing the booze to flow through our bodies along with the conversation. And then that conversation begins to dissipate, and our drunken bodies take over.

Touch. Taste. Teeth.

Perfection.

Completely fucking wild.

CHAPTER TWO

POSEY

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