Page 69 of Gatsby's Starlet
She smiled, small but real, the kind that hit deeper than anything else she’d given me so far. “Yeah… if that’s okay.”
I let out a quiet breath, something close to a laugh slipping through. “Yeah, it’s okay.”
More than okay.
My hand slid from her face to her hand, lacing our fingers together without thinking, grounding us there, and for a second we just stood like that, not moving, not talking, just… there.
Together.
She shifted first, stepping closer, her head tipping slightly as she rested it against my chest, and the simple weight of it, the trust in that small movement, hit harder than anything else had tonight.
I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in without hesitation, my chin brushing the top of her head as I held her there, steady, like I wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.
“I hope you’re not gonna be this quiet all night,” I joked to light the mood.
She huffed a soft laugh against me. “No… just… thinking.”
“Dangerous,” I muttered, earning another quiet laugh out of her, and that alone was enough to settle something in me I hadn’t even realized was still tight.
We stayed like that longer than we probably should have, just standing in the middle of the room, holding onto something that didn’t feel complicated, didn’t feel heavy, didn’t feel like it came with a dozen things waiting to go wrong.
Just… simple.
I pulled back eventually, my hand sliding down her arm before catching hers again, giving it a small squeeze. “C’mon.”
I grabbed my helmet, handed her one, and swung a leg over, glancing back at her as I held it out. “C’mon.”
She pulled it on, then I waited until she climbed on behind me. Her hands settled at my sides.
“Hold on,” I cautioned.
There was a beat, then her arms slid around me, tighter this time, closer, just what I wanted. I kicked the bike to life, the engine breaking through the quiet, grounding in a way the rest of the night hadn’t been, and pulled out onto the road.
The ride back wasn’t long, but it stayed quiet the whole way, no talking between us, just the wind cutting past, the constant vibration of the bike under us, and her pressed against my back closer than she’d been all night, like whatever had been chewing at her inside the bar hadn’t followed us.
The clubhouse finally came into view through the trees, lights bright against the dark, the place sitting loud the way it always did this late at night, and I pulled up out front before cutting the engine, the sudden silence settling around us thick and heavy while neither of us moved for a second, her arms still around me until they finally loosened, slow and reluctant, like she hated it as much as I did.
I got off first, turning back to her as she pulled the helmet off, her hair falling loose around her shoulders, her eyes finding mine in the dim light.
“Let’s go through the back.”
Thank all hell I didn’t run into any drama tonight, we made it to my room without seeing anyone. I wanted Evie all to myself and around here that could be hard.
I grabbed a shirt from the chair and tossed it her way. “You can steal that for the night.”
She caught it, smiling as she looked down at it before glancing back up at me. “You’re just giving me permission for the night?”
“How about forever?” I asked, stepping closer again, my hand brushing her hip lightly as I passed, fingers lingering to trace the curve of her ass cheek through her skirt, feeling the heat radiating from her skin.
She shook her head, that smile still there, softer now, more relaxed than I’d seen her all night, and as she moved to change, I turned away just enough to give her space without fully breaking the moment, listening to the quiet shift of fabric, the small sounds that somehow made the room feel even more charged, the zipper of her dress sliding down, the soft thud of it hitting the floor, her panties whispering off her hips.
When I looked back, she was there, wearing my shirt, the fabric hanging loose on her frame, the hem barely skimming her thighs, her hard nipples pressing against the thin cotton, her ass peeking as she shifted. It hit me hard, my cock twitching in my pants, thickening instantly at the sight of her like that—my shirt, sexy as fuck, all mine for this moment.
It wasn’t just about that, though. It was about her. Here. With me.
I crossed the space between us again, slower this time, my hand finding hers, pulling her gently down onto the bed with me. Not rushed, not driven, just settling in beside her like it was the most natural thing in the world, but my free hand slid up her thigh, pushing the shirt higher, fingertips grazing the soft lips of her pussy, already slick with arousal.
She curled in without hesitation, fitting against me like she’d done it a hundred times before, her head resting against my shoulder, her fingers lightly gripping my shirt like she needed to make sure I was still there. But her legs parted for my touch, inviting me in as I stroked her folds, parting them to circle her clit with my thumb, slow and steady.
