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She made another anguished sound of lust, her hips wriggling, grinding in my lap. My bare dick was hard again, pressed against her jeans, her warm ass.
I squeezed her breasts, giving a wet kiss to one blushing nipple, then the other, as she squirmed hotly. “So pretty… I could suck on your tits all night.”
“Johnny… I’m so jacked up right now, I’m gonna die if you don’t fuck me.”
My heart thudding, I slid my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face close to mine. With my lips teasing hers, I told her, “I’m not gonna fuck you. I’m gonna take you to this house party…” I slid my mouth across her jaw to her ear, and let my lips tease her lobe as I whispered in her ear. “I’m gonna make you wait, Angel. I’m gonna find someplace to get you alone. And then I’m gonna savor your pussy like it’s my last meal. When you come for me, I’m going to watch you tremble and shake and gush for me.”
I kissed her lips again, and when our eyes met, I told her, “I’m going to make you beg for it, and I’m going to savor that, too. ”
ChapterTwenty-Four
Johnny
When we pulled up to Lex’s block, the residential street was parked up with cars. There were a few bikers outside the house, members of Lex’s motorcycle club, the West Coast Kings; they directed us to where we could park, where they had some guys keeping an eye on the cars along the street. Lot of nice rides. The party would be filled with VIPs, which meant tight security.
I walked Angeline up to the house, my hand on the small of her back, as Lamar shadowed us. Lex and Talia’s house was one of the few on this block with a fence around the whole yard. The fence was new, and as we entered through the gate, I saw Angeline looking around. She seemed tense. No one was out front but the few big security dudes we saw, a combo of Kings and guys from both Dirty and the Players’ security crews. I knew Angeline went to parties like this all the time, so she probably wasn’t nervous about that.
I would’ve liked to think she was nervous-excited about what I told her would be happening later, when I got her alone. But I suspected she was maybe still uncomfortable about walking into this party with me.
“Have you been here before?” I asked her. Lex and Talia had bought the old house with the help of one of the Kings, a friend of Lex’s named Maddox, who was now their roommate; they’d been doing renovations for months, but the house was finally finished. I’d been over a few times to check out the progress, but the final result was impressive.
“Just once, when they first bought it. Talia had a bunch of the girls over.”
“They did a lot of work on it.”
“I heard,” she said tightly. “It looks nice.”
Yeah, she was uncomfortable.
“You know everyone here, I’m sure.” She probably knew more people than I did at some industry parties, given that her sister was Elle Delacroix, superstar. I had no doubt that most of the Dirty family as well as the Players’ would be here tonight, since Lex and Talia worked with the bands.
“Yeah,” Angeline said distractedly as we climbed the front porch. “Probably.”
“Don’t worry.” I stopped her, touching her chin with my knuckle to tip her face up to mine. I looked deep into her eyes. “Anyone ruins your night, I’ll kiss it better.”
She laughed a little, uncomfortably. I didn’t kiss her, though. I led her into the party, as one of the on-duty security guys opened the front door for us.
It was the second time we were walking into a party together and people might have opinions about that fact, not that I particularly cared, but this time, she definitely seemed to.
As it turned out, my friends didn’t seem all that surprised to see me with her.
Hers did.
From the moment we arrived, they made it pretty clear that I was not supposed to be with their girl. When we walked in, there were a bunch of girls, along with Ashley Player, gathered around Talia on the couch. Some of them looked over at us, and the rest followed suit, openly staring at us while one of Lex’s club brothers greeted me. When Talia’s jaw dropped at the sight of us, I glanced over my shoulder to find Angeline subtly flipping her the finger.
I smiled to myself. Mean Angie was out tonight. I liked her, actually, as much as I liked regular Angie. But that finger made me wonder how much grief her friends had been giving her since she’d started “working” with me.
“Don’t let them get to you,” I told her.
“They’re my friends,” she said defensively. “They’re not trying to get to me.”They just hate you, her eyes seemed to say. She was avoiding eye contact with me again.
“So? They’re your friends, so that gives them the right to judge?”
“They’re not judging.” Her gray-blue eyes, soft with a self-consciousness that made me slightly hate her friends right back, met mine. “They’re looking out for me.”
Talia and Maggie, Zane Traynor’s wife, appeared next to us. Talia took Angeline’s hand. “Can we talk to you?”
“Uh, sure.” Angeline glanced at me uncertainly.
