I look back at Charlie and find he’s standing over me. While everyone’s attention is diverted to Maddie, he’s closer than he’s been since the night in the car.
He leans down to whisper in my ear, “I’m done playing games with you. You’re going to talk to me.”
“Okay,” I gasp out.
He slides his hand between my legs, cupping my sex. “This pussy is mine.”
The shock of it sends my body into instant overdrive. “Yes.”
“Don’t come without me.” He lifts his head, his gaze boring into me.
“Okay,” I pant out, no longer able to do anything but speak in one-word sentences.
“Good girl.” He gives me a hard squeeze, then releases me and steps back.
I might have an orgasm on the spot.
Gracie sighs. “Maddie’s down. That means the game is officially over.”
Charlie and I glance at each other.
All that’s left to do is get out of here and go to bed.
Then a male voice I recognize all too well bellows, “What in the hell is going on here? Why are you all naked?”
We all whip around to see Ryder, still dressed in his uniform, looking thunderous, and a grinning Sophie, in a black business dress, standing at the threshold.
Noooooooooooooooooo! Not him.
I cross my arms over my chest. “What are you doing here?”
From behind me, Charlie says, “I called him.”
I swing around and glare at him. “You did what? How could you?”
Charlie
Jessica, in her pink bra and matching panties, is glaring at me in all her beautiful fury.
“What was I supposed to do? None of us can drive.” Two hours in, I’d unfortunately known what I’d have to do when I decided to throw caution to the wind and go down with the rest of them.
Her hands curl into fists. “Not call him!”
“Who else could I call? He’s the only option.” I try to reason with her.
She blows out a hard breath. “Not for me. I was going to ride my bike home.”
Jesus Christ. I want her so bad.
But I’m going to have to be patient. When I take her again, it’s not going to be when we’ve both had too much to drink. No. It’s going to be at my house, with no one to stop or interrupt me. I’m going to take all the fucking time I want, and she’s going to wake up in my bed.
I won’t settle for anything less.
That’s what I’ve decided. “Do you honestly think I’m going to let you ride your bike, drunk, through the woods in the middle of the night?”
“Let me! What do you mean, let me?” she yells, her lightning-blue eyes flashing.
Ryder whistles, and it pierces the air.