Page 49 of Detour

The ache that started moments ago is fully raging now, begging to be soothed.

Before I can shamelessly grind on the guy, someone knocks on the door, snapping me out of my lust induced stupor.

“Fuck off!” Coty growls.

“I need to go,” I sigh, slowly getting to my feet.

Coty lets me, but follows suit, staying close.

Inspecting my appearance in the mirror, Coty steps up behind me—he’s not a fan of personal space that one—and says, “Sunday.”

My brain, working slower with the hormone and alcohol tornado swirling about, is struggling to keep up.

“Riding. Let’s go this Sunday. Not with the guys either, just you and me.”

He watches himself graze my lower back with deft fingers. I suck in my breath when his hand begins the trail up my backbone only he can blaze. My thighs clench together as I attempt—in vain— to smother the throb that’s pulsing to the same beat outside, I swear.

“I have to work,” I manage to croak out.

Not missing a beat, he says, “I’ll wait.”

My response gets lost in the haze Coty’s hands are creating as he continues paying special attention to his favorite spot—my spine. Gripping the bathroom countertop, I close my eyes and drop my head, letting out a defeated, and embarrassing, moan.

“Coty.”

He sweeps my hair to the side before lowering his mouth to the skin there. A murmured, “hmm,” the only noise I can make out over my heavy breathing. Kisses on the back of my neck have my knees slamming into the cabinet as my legs try to buckle.

Coty encircles a hand around my front, holding me up by my quivering stomach.

“Coty?” I pant out, more desperate. Desperate for what? I don’t know.

My knuckles, now white, cling to the edge—of both the counter and my sanity—while my legs shake uncontrollably.

Coty’s tongue swirls lightly before closing his lips over the skin, sucking roughly. Watching him make out with my neck, I arch my back, pressing him where I really, really want him.

He releases my skin gently, almost reluctantly, to meet my eyes in the mirror again.

“What do you need, babe?” he breathes out, pained. Ever so slowly, without looking away, he leans back down, sinks his teeth into my shoulder then closes his eyes, savoring the taste. Sucking away the pleasant pain elicits loud moans from both of us. My clothes suddenly feel too restrictive. Why the fuck am I wearing pants today of all days?

My palm slams against the hard surface, wishing he’d give another place that same attention. Coty’s mouth is the single best thing I’ve ever experienced and the rest of my body is dying to test his skills. As much as my body is screaming at me to turn around and see what else Coty can do with those lips, my overactive mind is objecting just as loud.

“Could you, uh, give me some room?” The words physically pain me but need to be said all the same.

Instantly, two tortured eyes snap open. Before pulling back, he kisses the red spot marking my skin with closed lips, then spins me to face him. Unfortunately, my body has turned to jelly and I blatantly sag against him. We’re both breathing heavy but some color’s seeping back into Coty’s near midnight eyes.

His lips turn up into a sinful grin as his hands clasp the counter, caging me in. “Are you sleeping over?”

Hands on his chest, I push him back, gaining some much-needed air.

“I warned you about things getting messy.”

“Life is messy. I can take it.” He pops his shoulder up, completely unconcerned.

Although he makes a valid point, he’s also been drinking and he’s horny. He’d say anything right now to get laid.

I open the door, stepping into the party. Coty stays a step behind me as I make my way down their hallway. Beckett has a girl, a different one than earlier, pressed against his bedroom door with one leg wrapped around his waist. He detaches from her face, seriously that looks intense, and smiles lazily over at us.

“Neighbor girl,” he teases. “Did you play nurse in there or what? I bet you fixed Coty up real good.” His cackling laugh jostles his guest, causing her to glare my way.