His eyes flashed. That was exactly what he needed to hear, and he stepped up to me. “I need to be with the guys tonight, for a little bit.”
But he needed me too. He was looking at me like I was a mirage in the Sahara Desert.
“It’s okay, Cruz. I saw how you held her tonight. I get it.”
His jaw clenched. “You get what?”
“I get that you need some things tonight. Normal rules don’t apply.”
“We had a problem the last time they didn’t apply.”
I stepped to him, pressing a hand to his stomach.
He drew in a breath at my touch, his eyes flashing once again.
“Not tonight. I saw her. You have the same smile as she does.”
His eyes darkened and in the next second, I was pinned against the truck. His body was against mine. His hands were hoisting me up, holding my thighs in place, and his mouth was devouring mine.
Oh yeah. He had needs tonight.
A sensual shiver wracked through me.
His tongue was rubbing against mine, tasting me before he lifted his head, his eyes still dark, but the sexual need was pulsating from him. He bent his forehead, resting against my shoulder as he started grinding up and into me. Slow. His hands holding my legs firmly apart as he moved up. In. Against me. Around. And he did it again, and again, and again until I was combusting from the need of him being inside me.
He dropped me back to the ground and stepped back, his chest heaving silently as he stared at me. “We’re going to do slow sex. Hard sex. I want you in seventy dirty ways tonight. You got me?”
Jesus.
I got him. I was already a quivering mess.
But I got him.
The hockey house was partying it up. The entire place was lit when we pulled up.
“I’m surprised Labrowski and Keys went for another party?”
He jerked his shoulder up, as he parked in the back. “Labrowski’s got a friend. He’s got a soft spot for her, and if he caves, Keys cave. She wanted a party tonight.”
The music was pounding louder than the other night when we got out, but then again, who was going to call the cops of the Grant West hockey team? Especially after tonight’s win? It was different. Cruz’s sister aside, there was a different feel to the game. It was more primal. Raw. Desperate. And the win had been fought for and won hard. Cruz did that. So, when we got out, everyone wanted a piece of him.
He held my hand, keeping me attached as we went through the backyard before getting to the house.
I saw the looks.
Girls noticed the hands. Guys too.
Once we got into the house, Cruz pulled me against him. My back against his front, and he had an arm around me, his hand sliding into my pocket.
That was noticed as well.
He took us to get alcohol, and he bypassed beer, taking the bottle of bourbon instead.
Atwater offered to mix me a drink, which I accepted. I was not into drinking straight shots tonight. No way. I’d really be messed up, but not Cruz. He took the bottle and walked us to a back room where a bunch of guys were. I’d never been in this room, it looked like a small media room. Three couches, one against each wall, with a bookcase filling up the fourth wall. A TV was in the middle of the bookcase, and two video game controllers were being used as two guys were in chairs on the floor, duking it out on Madden.
“Styles! Sit, my brother.” Labrowski was drunk, his head rolling against the back of the couch and his arm resting over the top. A girl was sitting by him, bent over as she was inhaling something that wasn’t not drugs. She leaned back, smiling at Cruz. “Hey, baby.”
I half expected this to be Bianca, but it wasn’t.
Cruz went rigid. “Fuck off.”
She froze.
Labrowski started laughing. “Yeah. Take your powder with you.”
She turned to him, looking like he kicked her dog.
He narrowed his eyes at her before making a shooing motion. “Get lost. We’re not into druggies.”
A guy started laughing, coming in and dropping to the couch beside Labrowski.
She glared at him. “Get lost, Brian.”
He just giggled, shaking his head. “Even the hockey team doesn’t want you. Try the tennis team next, Jennie.”
She kept glaring but brushed the rest of the white powder into a container before standing. Seeing as Cruz was sitting down, she turned so her ass was to him when she bent over and licked the table. One long and very sexual lick.
When she looked back, smug at first, she saw that he had pulled me into his lap. He wasn’t looking at her and the smug factor fell away.
Labrowski waved his hand, snapping his fingers. Two guys showed up, and he motioned to her. “Get her out of here.”
Cruz moved me so I was sitting firmly on his lap. His hands were on my hips, keeping me in place. He leaned in, nuzzling the back of my neck.
I suppressed a shiver, and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned back against him, my back resting totally on him and he moved his mouth to the other side of my neck, his tongue beginning to taste me.
“I’m seeing that you’re going public?”
I couldn’t answer. I was a writhing ball of sensations, but Cruz clamped a hand over my stomach and lifted his head. “Tonight’s special.”
“Uh huh.” Labrowski didn’t believe him.
Cruz laughed but gave him the middle finger before going back to me. He slid a hand down my front, pausing at the end of my shirt before slipping up underneath.
I bit my lip, my whole body holding still.
I looked around.
The guys, each and every one, were watching.
Nope. This was not for me. I stood, ignoring Cruz’s protest, and took his hand and the bourbon. I waved it, pulling him to his feet. “Come on. I’m not into this much PDA.”
“You told me–”
“Let’s take this to your room.” But it wasn’t a question. I took his hand, lacing our fingers, and began leading the way. He must’ve changed his mind, going with me, because he pushed up behind my back and his arm snaked around me, grabbing the bourbon again. He took a drink, his other hand tucking into the back of my jeans as we weaved through the party.
It was a full house, fuller than I’d ever seen it.
Everyone wanted to talk to Cruz, but he was beyond words already. Whatever emotion he had from his sister, was riding him hard. He was a whole different animal. Other girls, it might scare them, but not me. For maybe the first time I started considering that he could handle my shit? If I laid it all out for someone one day…
We turned the last corner, getting to the stairs as the door opened.
Tasmin was there. Her boyfriend was with her. Both took me in, but right away, they saw Cruz’s hand and trailed more fully to him.
I ignored both, pulling Cruz up the stairs and then to his room.
Before I could open his door, he moved, pushing me against it. My front was to the door, and he was behind me, plastered to me.
“You want me to fuck you tonight?”
He ground up into me.
“Huh?” he asked as he did it again.
I opened my mouth, the pleasure taking over now that we were more in private.
“Cruz,” I gasped, trying to push back from the door.
He ignored me, grinding up as if we really were having sex through our clothes.
“I want to fuck you all the time,” he whispered, his forehead resting against the middle of my back, and he skimmed his hand down my side, going to my pants and hooking over the waistband.