Fifteen.
“You gonna let me be your midnight kiss?”
Ten.
Her wild eyes jump between mine. “Maybe.”
Five.
“Not the answer I’m looking for.”
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
“Then maybe you should just take what you want.”
Our mouths clash in a frenzy, fingers plowing through hair, hips grinding, tongues sweeping, all while the house erupts with cheers and hollers below.
My hand slips up the back of Jennie’s dress and I give her ass a light smack. “Bite me one more time and I’m gonna make you scream.”
Her fingers curl around my hair as she kisses me deeply, teeth sliding along my lower lip before she tugs. “I’d like to see you try.”
I swing the bedroom door shut and shove her into the bathroom, flicking on the light as I lock us in. Her cheeks are flushed, rosy lips swollen, chest heaving as I stalk toward her.
“Take off your panties.”
“Gar—”
“Now.”
I’m playing with fire, but I can’t find it in me to care. I’ve had to stare at her from a distance all night, and all I wanna do is taste her.
Jennie’s not moving fast enough, so I spin her around, push her against the wall, and with one swift yank, her panties are balled up in my fist.
One hand wraps around the base of her throat, the other dipping between her legs. “Guess what happens when you scream?”
“People hear,” she whimpers.
“People hear. Do you want people to hear?”
She gasps as I slide my fingers through her soaked warmth. “No.”
“Then you’re gonna have to be a good girl and stay quiet.”
I swing her up into my arms before depositing her ass on the countertop, bunching her dress up around her hips as I spread her legs wide. In the mirror, her pussy glistens with need, and my mouth waters.
“You’re gonna watch yourself come for me, and you’re gonna try not to be loud when you do it.”
Her wide eyes stare up at me with wonder as my palms sweep over her thighs. When I open my mouth on her neck, her lips part with a raspy inhale that quickly spirals into a moan the second I stroke her clit.
I tsk, give my head a small shake. “Not off to a good start, sunshine.”
Her hips buck, eyes pleading with me as my touch ghosts over her, almost giving her what she wants, taking it away at the last second.
My mouth trails the columns of her throat, along her jaw, stopping at her ear. “You want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
Jennie’s a sight to be seen, bare and open to me, vulnerable as she peers up at me, head thrown back over my shoulder. When she nods, I realize I’ve rendered her speechless for the first time since I’ve known her.
Maybe that’s why I put her out of her misery, keeping our gazes locked as I sink one finger inside her. When her mouth opens on a moan, I clamp my free hand over it, drowning out my name as it leaves her lips.
I plunge a second finger. “What did I say?”
Her hands reach back, frantic, looking for something to grab hold of. One grips a fistful of my shirt, the other the counter, and when I pump harder, faster, her eyes roll to the ceiling as she whimpers into my hand. My thumb finds her clit, pressing, edging, driving her wild.
“I want you on your knees when we get home,” I whisper in her ear. Her walls start squeezing around my fingers as she thrashes in my arms, toes curling against the mirror. “And I want to see how far back you can take my cock.”
Jennie moans loudly behind my hand, making me squeeze harder, and she starts ripping at my hand between her legs, trying to pull it away as her orgasm barrels down.
Her body trembles and quakes as she gives up the fight, head lolling backward as she screams my name into my hand, and when she finally stills, coming down from her high, her blue eyes are glossy and dazed.
I cover her mouth with mine, coaxing it open with my tongue, and she sighs as she sinks into my hold.
Two minutes later, I’m trying to figure out how to tell Carter he needs to sanitize the bathroom in his spare bedroom while Jennie gets dressed.
“Go make sure the coast is clear,” she whispers, producing a container of wipes from the cabinet. “I’ll clean up.”
I creep into the dark bedroom and crack the door. Light and noise from downstairs filter in, but the hallway is empty.
I tiptoe back to the bathroom, where Jennie wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.
“First orgasm of the new year. Solid six outta ten, Andersen.”
“Get outta here, sunshine. I rock your world night after night.” Linking my pinky with hers, I tow her into the bedroom. “I checked. The coast is—”
“Not clear,” Cara finishes for me, from where she’s standing in the doorway of the bedroom. “Those were the words you were looking for, right, Garrett?”
Behind me, Jennie cowers, pressing herself into my back, her face peeking out beneath my arm. Beside Cara, Adam’s jaw dangles.
“We-we-we…” Oh fuck. “We, uh…” Think, Garrett. Think! “We sanitized.”
Adam claps both hands over his eyes. “No, no, no, no. I can’t know about this!” He spins, dashing off down the hallway. He doesn’t make it far, based on the crash we hear, then the way his broken voice calls out, “Caraaa.”
“Yes, my sweet angel,” she shouts back, eyes on us. “I’m coming!”
Her smile doesn’t waver as her eyes pierce ours, one red fingernail tapping on the door frame. My entire life flashes before my eyes as I contemplate all the ways Carter is going to hurt me, torture me slowly without ever actually killing me, just so he can do it all again.
“We are so going to talk about this,” she finally says, simply, like this isn’t the last time I’ll have all my limbs, and with that, she turns on her heel and leaves us.
“So it’s over.”
“Over.”
Jennie takes my hand, towing me into the elevator. “Because Cara said she wouldn’t tell.”
I nod, pressing for the twenty-first floor. “She did.”
“Because she thinks it was a one-time thing.”
“She does.”
Jennie’s foot bounces. “So we shouldn’t push our luck.”
I follow Jennie to her door. “Definitely not.”
Her hand trembles as she jams her key in the lock, and when she finally gets the door open, she stares up at me. “So we’re in agreement? We’re done?”
“Done,” I whisper, leaning toward her.
“Totally done,” she murmurs, lifting her chin.
I bend my neck. “Done like dinner.”
Her breath ghosts over my lips, warm and sweet. “Stick a fork in me, I’m done.”
Jennie’s back hits the wall with a thud as we crash into it, the door slamming behind me. I kick my shoes off, ditch my coat, and don’t wait for Jennie to take her heels off before I tear her dress over her head and hoist her up to me, winding her legs around my waist.
“Not done,” I growl against her neck as we pinball down the hallway. “Not fucking done.”
“I think we broke Adam.”
“We definitely broke Adam.”