Page 70 of All This Time
Fletcher
Jealousy and an Orgasm
Every nerve ending in my body is on high alert, but that’s what being near Laney does to me, what she’s always done to me.
When Henley suggested we go out tonight to blow off some steam, I never imagined we would run into Laney and her friends. I spotted Dilynne first, actually. And since I know those two rarely go anywhere without the other, it only took a few more minutes to find the woman that’s made the past few days difficult to get through.
“What makes you think you’re the better option?” she asks, her voice a purr above the music playing around us.
“Because making you come is all I’ve thought about since you uttered those words,” I admit. She twists her head so our eyes connect, but she doesn’t say anything. I trail my fingers from her wrist to her forearm, moving them across her shoulder before teasing her neck. “If you were mine, Laney, every man in this place would know it.”
“Fletcher…” she mewls as she pushes her ass back into me. And I know she has to be able to feel how fucking hard I am right now, but I honestly don’t give a shit.
Holding her, touching her like this—it’s years of repressed need flowing out of me all at once.
“If you were mine, I’d make sure that every orgasm was better than the last.”
Her free arm moves behind my neck, allowing me to drag my nose up the column of her throat while we continue to sway to the music.
“And if you were mine, I’d need to watch you come so badly that I’d find a place in this bar where we could be alone, just so I could watch you fall apart from my touch.” Her entire body shudders and my dick twitches.
Neither of us speak for so long, I wonder if she’s even aware that we’re still dancing, and the people around us are starting to stare.
I wore my hat tonight in an attempt to avoid attention, but all it takes is one fan to spot me, and then there’s no dodging the chaos.
Just when I’m about to pull us off the dance floor, Laney says something that makes me freeze where I stand. “Show me,” she says, weaving her fingers through mine where they’re wrapped around her hips.
“What?”
She turns her face toward me again, and her eyes are filled with a desire I don’t think I’ve ever seen from her before. “Show me, Fletcher. Show me what it’s like to be touched like that.”
A match is lit within me, but I stand there for a moment, making sure I’m hearing her correctly. “Laney, I—”
“Either prove it to me, or walk away,” she says, cutting me off, her eyes darkened and penetrating mine with a command I can’t deny.
And in that moment, I know there’s no turning back.
Laney Hart just gave me permission to make her come, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.
“Fuck it.” Grabbing her empty drink from her hand, I weave our fingers together and pull her behind me, off the dance floor and away from prying eyes. Keeping my head down to cover my face as much as possible with the bill of my hat, I move toward the back corner of the bar where I know there’s a hallway we can duck into for a few moments.
Laney’s grip on me tightens as I lead her through the crowd, her desperation confirmed in her touch. As soon as the hallway is within reach, I walk up to the bouncer guarding the entrance.
“This area is closed,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest and widening his stance.
I pull my wallet from my back pocket, hold out a wad of cash in front of his face, and arch a brow at him. “Is it, though?”
He takes the cash from my hand and unclips the rope, allowing us to pass by him. “Take your time.”
“Thank you.”
“Fletcher,” Laney says behind me. “Fletcher?”
Once I reach the end of the hallway where barely any light remains, I spin Laney so her back is to my chest and plant her hands above her on the wall. Her breathing quickens, but I stand there, holding her hands to the wall while pressing my body against hers.
“You know we shouldn’t be doing this,” I mutter against her ear.
“I know, but I’m getting really tired of being told what I shouldn’t do.”
