Page 38 of Massacre Monday
Pressing his mouth to my earlobe, his deep voice makes my pussy quiver around his intruding digits. “Be quiet and act normal, or your boy will see you over here getting off.”
Does he really think Mitch and I are together? If so, I’ll pretend. He’s with Elina, so I may as well have a boyfriend, too. We can both play that game.
“He’ll get pissed off. Doesn’t matter if you think you can toy with me this month.”
His thumb joins in on the fun as his fingers plunge in and out of me rapidly. I’ve made a puddle all over his jeans and worry the sloshing sound between my legs is too loud. Biting my tongue, I hold back a whimper of pleasure, especially when Ryan kisses my neck briefly, only to whisper, “You better put him on notice. He can’t give you what you need.”
Heaving out a breath, I ask, “And what is it Ineed?”
“To come hard for me. You want that, pink cheeks? To make a mess on me right here in front of him? Show him who owns this body?”
As if suddenly that’s exactly all I’ve ever wanted, I plant my face in Ryan’s neck and nod slightly. His forest and adventure scent overwhelms me until it spurs me into an impending orgasm. “Yes.”
Everything stops. His fingers halt, his arms loosen, and he sits up. I lift my head to look at him, and he blinks a few times, then says, “Then say you’re mine.”
Glaring at him, fury of unresolved need ignites deep in my core. “You sayyou’remine. You’re the one with a girlfriend.”
His eyes bounce over to Mitch, who’s walking back to the table with another tray. “Are you mine?”
My pulse pounds viciously, and I whimper, scooting my hips toward his fingers, chasing the high he almost gave me. “No.” With a shrug, he edges a finger out, but I grasp his wrist to stop him. “Fine. Yes. Fine. I’m yours.”For right now,while you make me come.
But when he plunges deep inside of me, his thumb resumes the rhythm that drives me into a frenzy, and I lose it. I feellike I want to be his if he’ll just make my body hum this way. Huffing in his intoxicating scent. Feeling his blue eyes watch me so intensely, demanding I let go just for him.
“Good girl. Come for me, my partner-in-crime. Come for me as you look at him and show him whose girl you are.”
Maintaining my narrowed gaze on Mitch’s face, I do. A rush of ecstasy hits me like a popped bottle of champagne, while sparkling waves of pleasure tighten all my inner muscles as I lean against the man whose fingers are buried inside my pussy. Silent screams of bliss make my mouth drop into an ‘O’…
And Mitch watches.
Ryan’s face nuzzles my neck as he keeps whispering, “Such a good slut for me.Fuck. You’re so well behaved.”
As Mitch sets down the tray, he doesn’t even wait, but turns and heads out of the restaurant in a hurry. My body flushes as I glance around the table, everyone obviously aware of what happened. Amelia meets my face with a grin, like she’s in on the secret, while Valencia’s jaw unhinges and hits her chest.
With a sick feeling of humiliation slithering through me, I weasel out from Ryan’s hold and force Valencia and Logan to get up so I can slide out. On one look back, Ryan’s got his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean, his eyes filled with mirth as he watches me leave.
I shove through the students, throw open the door, and sprint toward home, hoping thatno onein my family finds out what I just did in the corner of a restaurant for everyone to see.
thirteen
It’s notthe air conditioning that makes the studio so cold. The wood claps under my heels as I step onto the dance floor on the second story of the sports complex. Mitch stretches without looking at me. He didn’t bother to turn on the lights.
With a huff, I toss my bag next to his near the entrance and flick on the fluorescent overheads. I face him and throw my hands on my hips. “Well?”
He spins and practices our routine while watching himself in the mirror. “Well what? Thought we’d start with samba today.”
Is he not going to address what happened the other night? He certainly seems to have something up his ass. If he doesn’t want to bring it up, I definitely won’t.
It’s been awkward enough when Amelia gives me sly smiles and says, “Ooooh, Ryan Cardell”whenever I pass her on the way to the bathroom. And Valencia rolls her eyes, murmuring,“So gross.”Like she wouldn’t have done the same if Logan had put her over his lap. I’d already threatened to tell Logan she has a huge crush on him if she even dared to tell my brothers what happened.
“Samba is fine,” I say to Mitch and start my warm-ups. Neither of us talks throughout, except about the routine.
Once we get into our practice moves, he stretches to roll, but not enough. “I need more space, and it feels like you’re rushing.” I point to the mirror and try on my own.
Mitch snorts and kicks his toe in the air, then wanders off to catch a breath with his hands on his hips.
“What?”
He swipes a hand through his sweaty brown hair. “You. Needing more fuckingspaceand feeling likeI’mthe one who’s rushing.”
