Page 118 of Outlaw Heartstrings
“Sorry to take you away from the table.” I lean in for a sniff of her sweet-smelling hair as we start to dance. “I couldn’t keep my hands off you one minute longer.”
“Well, this is very PG-13 of you.” She lays her hands on my chest and my heart thumps shamelessly.
“What? You’re in the mood for something a bit more reckless?” I spin her around, watching the way her red curls twirl around her shoulders.
I pull her up against me, her back to my front. My body is now pressed flush against hers, and I know she can feel my erection poking her at her spine. She leans her skull against my collarbone.
Her arm loops around the back of my neck, pulling me down so she can speak by my ear. “With the way I feel about you right now, I’d do just about anything you ask me to, Mr. Tower.”
My blood tingles as it drains from my brain straight to my crotch. Alba rubs her lush ass against me and I rub back, neither of us even bothering to keep time with the music.
“Don’t tempt me, Tiny Tiger. I might just order you to your knees right here on the dance floor and make the whole night club watch.”
Alba spins around, rising onto her tiptoes and pressing her lips to my jaw. “And I’d suck you off enthusiastically until the cops showed up and hauled me away.”
I laugh, stroking my hands up and down her sides, cursing the fabric that’s separating my skin from hers. My body is blazing now, from head to toe, and I swear I can smell Alba’s arousal dancing around me in the air.
“I think it’s time we get you out of here, Tiny Tiger.”
Her naughty-ass smile stretches even wider across her face. “Oh, I couldn’t agree more.”
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ALBA
It’s late.Solate.
I gnaw on my thumbnail as I stare out the hotel window at the glittering lights of the Sin Valley Strip below.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” I whisper into the phone. “Because if this is too much for you, we can come back early. The last thing I want to do is overwhelm you.”
“I’m the furthest thing from overwhelmed, sweetie,” Mom says with genuine contentment in her voice. “We’re all having a hell of a time over here.”
My mother is watching Jagger while Easton and I are away. The two of them are spending most of this time with Easton’s family. Jagger has really been enjoying getting to know his new grandmother a little better.But I don’t want to burden anyone else with responsibilities that should be mine.
“Are yousure?” I question again. “I just feel bad, leaving all this responsibility on you and running off to—”
“Alba! Stop!” My mother harrumphs through the phone. “Everything is under control here. Jagger is happy andhealthy. I’m having an absolute blast. You get to just worry about you for once.”
God—itwouldbe nice to just worry about me for once. To have some fun without any of the guilt. To just be free.
My eyes shift toward the other side of the hotel suite. I can hear water running from behind the bathroom door. Easton is whistling to himself. The happy sound travels through the wall.
When we returned from the lounge, the entire suite was already decorated with candles and flowers, with soft music playing on low.
I have no idea how he set this all up, but I told him it was too much. To which he responded, “Never. Nothing is too much for you.”
Le swoon.
I do want to enjoy this little fantasy getaway. At least until I’m dragged back to the harsh realities of my real life.
I sigh. “Fine.” Because I trust Mom. Of course I do. She would never let anything bad happen to Jagger. Plus, she’s been doing so much better lately, since she started taking care of herself and focusing on her growing friendships. Every day, she’s inching closer and closer to being her old self again.
After a long silence, she questions me. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re trying to use Jagger as an excuse to run away from something?”
“What? No! Something like what?” I whisper in a weak denial.
“Your feelings for Easton are growing. I think that scares you,” she says sagely.
