“Oh please,” he scoffs, resting his hands on my hips. “I’ll beg for you anytime, Princess.”
Lucas brushes his lips over mine, grinning when I try to kiss him but he pulls away just enough to deny me of him. He does it again and I whine, finally grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him. He groans into my mouth when I push against his chest, pressing his back flat against the wall.
He pulls me in closer by my hips. My hands slip under the hem of his shirt and I rest one hand on his ribs while the other trails down his abdomen.
I press my hand against the front of his jeans, feeling the weight of him in my hand, how solid he already is. I press a little harder, earning me another groan against my mouth that I swallow.
Lucas slips his hands under my thighs and without a warning, hoists me up, flipping us around so that my back is now against the wall.
“Are you gonna fuck me in an alley, Callahan?” My laugh comes out breathless as he kisses his way down my neck.
I feel him smirk against my skin. “You telling me you wouldn’t like that?”
My hips grind against his and I lean in to whisper in his ear. “I’m telling you that I don’t care where you fuck me as long as you don’t stop.”
Lucas’s fingers barely brush over the band of my yoga shorts, snapping the fabric against my skin, teasing. My legs tighten around him, arms pulling him closer.
The back door swings open, illuminating the alleyway and cutting through the moment. We pull away, Lucas quickly setting me back onto the ground. He takes a step away from me as if that’ll convince anyone we were having just a friendly chat.
Charles stands in the doorway, his figure being illuminated by the lights from inside. An unlit cigarette rests between his fingers. He studies the scene in front of him before stepping all the way out, the door closing behind him, and lighting his cigarette.
“Denise,” Charles chuckles. “Don’t tell me you went easy on the boy because of a little crush.”
I laugh, startled by Charles’s words. I shake my head but link my arm with Lucas’s, not caring what Charles saw. Lucas is mine now and I’ll make sure everyone knows it.
“This girl hasn’t gone easy on me since the moment we met.” Lucas laughs, pulling me closer as if he too has decided that he doesn’t care who sees.
Charles, now understanding this, chuckles and moves to walk around the corner, saying something about giving us some privacy.
I place a quick kiss on Lucas’s jaw. “I have to make you work for it sometimes, Callahan.”
He turns so that we’re back to facing each other but he doesn’t pick me up again with the knowledge that Charles hasn’t gone too far.
His smile is soft, gentle. Amused. Giving me the idea that maybe I’m not too much for Lucas like I thought. Maybe he is one of the few people who can handle me. I guess we’ll see.
He kisses my forehead. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Stryker.”
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Lucas
The front door hits the apartment wall with a slam. Denise laughs against my neck as I carry her bridal style into the threshold of my apartment.
“Eager, Callahan?” She presses kisses against my neck and I can’t lie and say it doesn’t shoot straight down the growing tightness in my jeans.
I narrow my eyes, knowing damn well she didn’t just magically forget how she couldn’t keep her hands from rubbing me through my jeans the whole ride back to my place. I thought that by agreeing to drive her car back and leaving mine at the bowling alley, it’d give me a sense of peace to have her near me.
To finally have a moment with her where I wasn’t wondering what she wanted or worrying I crossed a line. She said she wanted me too and I wasn’t going to part ways with her after something like that.
But I’m guessing she saw the perfect opportunity to torture me with her hand in the car.
My answer to her question comes in the form of kissing her. She whines into my mouth and I quickly slam the front door closed with my foot, not caring about any noise complaints right now. I have only one thought rushing through my head.
Get my girl into bed.
“I’m guessing your talk went well.”
Preston’s smug voice has us pulling apart. I look away from Denise to see Preston lying with his back flat on the couch, remote in his hand and TV playing some horror bullshit he likes watching.