Page 104 of Make Me Sin (Bad Habit 2)
“You’re forgetting about that brunette you left with, the one you met in my candle aisle!”
“I just did that to piss you off, angel. I didn’t fuck her. I didn’t even kiss her. She gave me a ride to my manager’s office, and then I took a cab home.”
He kisses me again, another demanding pull on my lip
s, and I can’t keep my head straight. I’m losing my train of thought. I draw back, but he doesn’t let me go far; he keeps his hand on my jaw, his lips very close to mine.
“What about what you said to each other at the end? What was that?”
He’s been looking at my lips, but his gaze drifts up, and he meets my eyes. He stares into them with sizzling intensity. “I told her she should go back to Slash.”
“And what did she say?”
“That she was glad to see me happy. That I deserved it.”
I look away because my eyes are filling with water. A.J. kisses my cheek, then murmurs into my ear, “I’m going to say something you won’t want to hear, angel, but it’s the truth so you need to hear it.”
“What?”
He turns my face so I have to look him in the eye. “For a long time, she was the only friend I had.”
That hurts and it also makes me incredibly sad for him. “Does she know about you? About your past?”
He shakes his head. “You’re the only one I’ve ever told that story to. She’s not stupid; she knows I’m not from Vegas. But she never cared. She never asked anything of me. Before you, with her was the only place I felt safe.”
Oh God, my heart. I don’t know how much more of this it can take. In a shaking voice, I say, “I can’t compete with that, A.J.”
“You don’t have to, baby. There’s no competition; all of me belongs to you. It has from the very beginning.”
He kisses me again, hungrily, his hard body pressed against mine. I break away just long enough to say, “I never want to see her again! Promise me you’ll never talk to her again!”
Against my mouth, he promises, “Never. Never. You’re the only one I need.”
I cling to his shoulders as he lifts me up onto the sink counter. His hands slip under my dress, pushing the fabric up my thighs. He pulls my panties down, and drops them to the floor.
“Yes,” I groan when he slides his fingers inside me. I need this. I need him. I’m going out of my mind. Beyond the locked door, the party rages; the bass from loud music pulses through the walls.
I fumble with his belt buckle, yanking at it until it comes undone. Tearing at the fly of his pants, I manage with my shaking hands to free his erection. He moans when I curl my fingers around it.
He pulls my head back with a hand fisted in my hair. “On your belly, baby.” His voice is husky with need; he flips me over and pushes up my dress, exposing my bare behind.
I watch him in the mirror as he stares down at my body. I see the overwhelming desire in his gaze, and it calms me, as well as excites me. It only takes him a moment to don the condom he pulls from his wallet. Then he positions himself between my spread legs, and eases his hard cock inside my wetness.
In the mirror, our gazes lock. Holding on to my hair with one hand and my hip with the other, he starts to fuck me from behind.
Someone tries the door handle. We ignore it, consumed by watching each other, the heat building hotter and hotter with every stroke of his beautiful, rigid cock.
Through the door comes an aggravated shout. “Oy! Anybody in there!”
A.J. growls, “Go away or lose your fucking head!”
He thrusts harder. I moan brokenly, my palms flattened against the mirror so I can push back against him as he thrusts.
From outside the door comes laughter. “Get it, brother!” There are two short, approving raps on the door, then nothing but the music and the sound of the party.
A.J. moves his hand from my hip to down between my legs. His fingers expertly stroke me, sliding over and around my throbbing nub until my whole body quakes with pleasure and I’m so wet I feel it slipping down my thighs. He quickly brings me to two orgasms before he finally lets himself go.
As he shudders and moans, I rest my cheek against the cool tile, close my eyes, and pray that’s the last we’ve seen of the woman who used to be A.J.’s only friend.
