Page 18 of The Second Deal

It’sthe little things that make the biggest impact, right?Justthat one little mistake after another that tumbles down what looks like a gentle slope but is actually a mountain, all of it melding into one big, gigantic mistake.

Thekind that upends lives, ruins hopes and dreams.

Adrianparts slightly.Thescent of vape juice andMexicanbeer lingers on his breath passing over my lips. “Youshouldn’t have left.”

Thepad of his thumb brushes over my bottom lip, forcing me to finally look.

Hiseyes are wide and dark, hypnotized as he leans down.

Ipull away, but his fingers tangle in my hair and force me to turn so his mouth catches mine.

Adrian’stouch is dangerous.Delicious.

Familiar.

IwishIcould sayI’mturning away, telling him no, and storming out to head back home, or at the very least camp in my car since it feels like my brain is vacating my head.

Buthe remembers exactly where to touch me.

Onehand seizes my hip, pressing me against the door as the other circles my throat.Hismouth follows from the edge of mine, up my jawline, down my neck.

ThankfuckIfinally push him away.

“Idon’t wanna do this again.”

Hetraces my collarbone before venturing further and brushing along the neckline of my shirt, down the sensitive skin on top of my breasts.Hebends to my ear and murmurs, “Thingsare different,” before his teeth graze the lobe.

It’shard to breathe with my heart hammering against my sternum andAdriantilting my head, allowing him to easily taste my neck.

Suckingin a sharp breath,Ipull him closer.

Adrianlifts me up by the ass.Icling to his shoulders, and he hooks my legs around his waist.

Ourmouths locked tight don’t give me any chance in hell.

Thingsare different withAdrian’sroom now inZak’sold, expanded room.

Adriantosses me onto the bed and crawls over me.Drumstickcalluses on his hands threaten to kindle a long-buried flame as they scrape over the tender flesh of my hips and stomach.

Myinner walls throb, aching from forcing myself to stay still, to fight the urge to go any further.

Igasp when his dick hardens between my legs wrapped around him.Myhips automatically grind up, eager to accommodate his girth, and my teeth sink into his bottom lip.

Adrian’ssoft groan radiates goosebumps all over my skin.

Clothesare fucking constricting.Ished my shirt and bra, tossing them into the darkness of this room consuming us both.

Dimlamp light revealsAdrian’sstupor before he drops down to kiss my chest.Humidpecks make my nipples prick, and a wave of wetness rushes through my core, especially when he nips and licks the hardened buds.

Ifucking hate that a whine slips from my throat.Ibite down hard on my bottom lip, a reminder to get a hold of myself.

Adrian’stongue traces the longhorn skull dripping with coral honeysuckle and spider lilies tattooed across my sternum and ribs.Hemoans softly, as if the honeysuckle on my skin tastes as sweet as the real thing. “Thisis new.”

Ilift his chin to make him look up at me.Gently,Itrace the nose piercing he’s had since he graduated high school and got the same timeZakandRobbiegot theirs done.Abar in his left nipple glints, andIgently flick it.Hegives a small yelp, uselessly covering his pec and frowning at me.

Snorting,Isay, “Sois this.”

Myfingertips trace the lines of black script, gray shading, and negative space spanning from shoulder to shoulder announcingElDiablo.

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