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My pace turned brutal as my hips snapped into hers.The slap of skin echoed in the empty bar.Her cries spurred me on, low, breathless, and desperate.She met every thrust like she was starving for it, and like this was the only thing keeping her tethered to earth.
I slipped a hand between us and found her clit again, circling it in time with my thrusts.Her entire body clenched around me, and I knew she was close.
“That’s it, doll,” I growled.“Come for me again.”
She broke.
Her scream was muffled against my mouth as she shattered for the second time.Her body spasming around me.I followed her over the edge with a roar and emptied into her with a final thrust as my entire body shook from the release.
We collapsed together, panting, sweat-slicked, and hearts pounding.
She tucked her face into my neck.“Well...that was definitely not how I expected the night to end.”
I let out a low laugh, my arms still wrapped around her.“Me either.But I’m not complaining.”
She kissed my throat, soft and sweet.“Neither am I.”
I held her there, still buried inside her.
Fuck, that was incredible.
Chapter Eighteen
Tempi
I should’ve been tired.
After everything that went down last night, my body should’ve felt like it’d been through the wringer.But instead?I felt… light.The kind of light that came from doing something wild and not regretting a single second of it.
Twister had been a distraction.A big one.One with strong hands and a mouth that made me forget my own name.
But he was also exactly what I needed.
I padded through the bar in my slippers, with the morning light slanting through the front windows and catching the dust motes in the air.Halestorm was blaring from the jukebox, with the volume turned up just loud enough to make it feel like the world couldn’t touch me in here.Not today.
I danced behind the bar, rag in hand, wiped down the counters, and hummed along toI Miss the Misery.My hips swayed with the music, and I didn't care if anyone walked in and saw me.This was my space.My bar.My rules.
And right now, my rule was to dance like no one’s watching and revel in knowing I had the hottest night of my life less than six hours ago.
I spun in place, tossed a towel onto my shoulder, and grabbed a stack of clean glasses.I lined them up with more precision than necessary, but my brain was buzzing too much to care.I couldn’t stop replaying everything.His hands.His mouth.The way he’d said my name like it was something precious.
A creak echoed from the stairs.
I froze mid-dance move, and my eyes darted to the doorway leading to the apartment upstairs.
Heavy footsteps.
A second later, Twister appeared, dressed and shrugging into his cut like some kind of outlaw god just descending into my little world.
My heart stuttered.
He looked like sin and salvation all at once.
“Woke up alone,” he said, his voice still rough from sleep.
I turned back to the bar with a smirk as I wiped the counter.“I would’ve been able to lay in bed with you if someone would’ve cleaned up the bar last night.”
He chuckled, and it rumbled low in his chest.The sound slid over my skin like a warm palm.“You saying I was a distraction, doll?”
