I barely have time to register it’s Phoenix before he slams me against the back wall and his lips collide with mine.
His kiss is every bit as dominating as he is. He’s not staking a claim… he’s taking it.
Hand tunneling my hair, he forces my mouth open wider.
A deep groan rumbles in his chest as he feeds me his tongue in ravenous strokes, his fingers digging into my ass.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. This can’t happen.
And if I don’t stop him right this second…it will be too late.
Ripping my mouth away, I press a palm to his chest. “What are you doing? I told you last night was a one-time thing.”
He braces his hands on the wall on either side of my head, caging me in. “Not for me.” Biting his lip ring, he peruses my body from head to toe. “And not for you either. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be up here.” Inclining his head, he skims his nose along the column of my throat. “Does your little boyfriend know he doesn’t stand a chance yet?”
Just when I think his resolve can’t get any worse.
“I don’t belong to you. And unlike my song, I’m not something you can steal.”
“You’re right.”
I hold my breath. Is he finally admitting it?
My bubble of hope pops when his lips curve into a pompous sneer. “I can’t steal something that’s already mine.”
Anger, hurt, and lust are a potent mixture in my veins as I shove past him. “You can’t have something you already lost.”
Phoenix is hot on my heels as I make my way through the crowd. I’m approaching the balcony leading to the stairs when he seizes my wrist.
“I didn’t lose you, Lennon. You’re right here.”
Not because I want to be.
His grip tightens, like he’s afraid if he doesn’t hold on to me with everything he’s got, I’ll slip away. He doesn’t realize I’m already gone.
“Tell him about us.”
I can’t look at him as I deliver my next words. “There is no us.”
And he only has himself to blame.
CHAPTER 47
PHOENIX
There is no us.
She knows that’s a fucking lie.
And I’m gonna prove it to her right now.
Because no matter how hard she tries to convince herself she despises me…there’s still one part of me she wants.
And I’m using it to my full advantage.
Curling my free hand around her hip, I press the front of her body against the balcony.
The glass panel between the two railings is tinted black, shielding her lower half from the people below us.
To anyone else, we’ll look like we’re dancing, but that’s not what I have in mind.
Those big brown eyes are wide when she glances at me over her shoulder. “Phoenix.”
I run my nose along the side of her neck. She smells so fucking good, like virtue and temptation. I want to lick, fuck, and corrupt every inch of her.
“Grip the railing.”
A sharp noise catches in her throat and she hesitates, like she wants to say no, but her body won’t allow the betrayal.
“It wasn’t a request.”
I twist her silky hair between my fingers until she complies like the good girl she is.
Tugging down the zipper on my jeans, I release my cock. I’ve been hard as a fucking rock ever since that kiss and I need to be balls deep inside her.
She needs it, too.
Only unlike me, she won’t admit it.
She can’t handle the implication.
“I know what you want, Lennon.”
“I highly doubt it,” she scoffs.
Stifling a groan, I slide my hands up the back of her bare thighs.
The higher I climb…the more she trembles.
Her breath hitches as I inch her tiny dress up enough to expose the bottom of her ass. “You want a free pass to get off on my dick.”
I glide the tip of my finger down her crack before pulling her thong to the side. “You want me to fuck you so good you’ll forget.”
The head of my cock nudges her satiny slit. She’s so wet for me, she’s dripping.
Fisting myself, I drag my length through her drenched lips, gathering her juices on my shaft.
“Do you get this wet when he touches you or is this only for me?”
Goose bumps break out along her flesh and she arches her back ever so slightly.
“That’s what I thought.”
On a groan, I sink inside her. Unlike last night, where I took her hard and fast, I fuck her in measured strokes, deliberately drawing out her pleasure.
And mine.
Looking out over the balcony, I scan the crowd. My lips twitch when I spot George who’s still sitting alone.
No doubt waiting for my girl to come back.
I press my lips to the sensitive spot just under her ear. “Do you think he knows I’m inside you?”
Instantly, her body tenses.
Cupping her pussy, I graze her shoulder with my teeth. “Do you think he knows this is mine?”
All mine.
I suck her skin into my mouth and rub her swollen clit with my knuckle. “Do you think he knows how hard you came for me last night?”
Bucking her hips, she whimpers.
Heat licks up my balls and I rub faster. “How hard I’m about to make you come right now.”
That’s the only warning she gets before I grip the railing.
My thrusts pick up speed as I pump in and out of her. I don’t care who’s watching. The only fucks I’m giving are to her tight little cunt.
Lennon’s head lolls to the side, and she hisses as she clenches around me, milking my dick as she orgasms.
It triggers my own release, summoning a low groan from me as my balls draw tight.
As if sensing I’m about to pull out, she peers over her shoulder. “Inside me.”
Fuck.
My abs clench and I pulse for what feels like a fucking lifetime before filling her pussy with my cum.
Triumph surges through me and the corners of my lips rise in a smug smirk as my stare locks with George’s.
The chump’s been watching since the moment I shoved my dick inside her.
Hope he enjoyed the show. I know I did.
Oblivious to our spectator, Lennon adjusts her dress.
Without breaking eye contact, I press a soft kiss to the side of her neck. “Safe to say he knows now.”
Lennon doesn’t say a word on the limo ride back to the bus.
Neither does George.
However, I know what guilt looks like better than anyone.
And right now? It looks like Lennon.
Which makes no fucking sense because she didn’t do anything wrong.
George isn’t her boyfriend and deep down, she knows she was never into him.
If she was, her pussy wouldn’t be leaking my cum.
Expression uneasy, Lennon looks at George as the limo approaches the bus. “Can I talk to you?”
Staring straight ahead, his nostrils flare. “No.”
Memphis, Storm, and Skylar exchange an uneasy glance and the moment the limo comes to a full stop, they scramble out.
George exits the vehicle next.
I grab Lennon’s arm when she starts to leave. “Don’t you dare apologize.”