Page 105 of Playbook
“This is pretty.”
“It was Archer’s mom’s,” he says quietly. The rest of the party is talking loudly and laughing, so it feels like we’re in our own little bubble.
“She gave it to you?” I ask carefully. He’s said very little about his family and I’m afraid to seem too interested and spook him.
“He gave it to me when she passed away,” he says. “She was more of a mom to me than my own and he thought I might want to hold on to it.”
My heart squeezes in my chest. Deep down I think I assumed there was a reason he didn’t say much about his family, but I wasn’t expecting the deep hurt in his confession. “I’m so sorry.”
“Thanks.” He threads a hand through my hair and holds the back of my neck.
I don’t know what else to say, but I feel awful. For all the ways my parents frustrate me, they’re alive.
“What about your dad?”
His eyes drop from mine. “Never really had a dad.”
“I’m really sorry.” It feels like such a lame reply, so I do the only other thing I can think and wrap myself around him. He hesitates but a moment later, his muscular arms tighten around me.
Eventually, I tilt my head back and look up at him. We just stare at each other while my heart hammers in my chest and all the emotions I’ve been trying to hold back seem like they’ll explode if I don’t let them free.
“I like you.” I love him, too, but tonight I just want him to know that I’m in this way more than for some fake arrangement.
One side of his mouth pulls up at the corner. “I like you too.”
The limo comes to a stop and everyone piles out, including the driver. I stay where I’m at on Brogan’s lap. I shift, and the movement puts my ass sitting directly on his dick.
“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart.” His voice is low as he drops a hand high on my thigh.
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to slide this hand under your dress.” He squeezes my leg and a shiver dances up my spine.
I grab his wrist and glide his hand up under the skirt until his fingertips graze the lacy material of my panties.
“I’m leading the ship tonight, remember?” His voice is hoarse and strained.
“They’re all adults. They’ll figure it out.”
A rough chuckle rumbles in his chest. He groans as he slips a finger underneath and then gently inside me. My lashes flutter closed and I widen my legs to give him better access. He continues pumping in and out of me, then brings his thumb to rub circles over my clit. I palm his cock through his pants.
The door of the limo is still open and the wind and noise filter in, reminding us we aren’t alone. Not that I care. The pulse between my legs thrums as he works me over with his fingers.
“I didn’t realize fucking in the limo was on your checklist.”
“Me neither.”
“You want to though, don’t you? You want me to take out my cock and fuck you right here where anyone could see.”
I don’t know how to tell him it isn’t that I want people to see, it’s that I want him too badly to care.
“Please.” I’m so close. He adds a finger and my pussy clenches around him.
“Come for me, sweetheart, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I grab on to his shoulder as my orgasm rockets through me. My body shakes and laughter bubbles up and then escapes as I gasp for air. I’m giddy and ready for more.
But Brogan is straightening my panties and pulling my skirt down.
