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She twisted around, her ass now pressed against his groin. There was no hiding his erection now, and he didn’t care. His hands slid up and down her body, resting on her hips to keep her close, then running up her body when he could no longer stand not touching every inch of her.

She dipped low, bending her knees to the ground, then turned back around to face him as she slowly slid back up his body.

Fuck, this was a bad idea, but he couldn’t make himself care. He rested his forehead against hers. “I thought we might get too drunk to drive home, so I booked us a room. Wanna check it out, Jeanine?” They always used full names when they were serious.

A sheen of sweat covered her brow, and she licked her lips. “Heck yeah, Aloysius.”

A large grin spread across his face. Fuck the consequences. Fuck tomorrow. Fuck it all, especially him and the woman next to him.

He grabbed her hand, and they made their way through the throng of people on the dance floor. Christian wasn’t much of a dancer. He swayed like a pole in the breeze, but Marina didn’t seem to mind. She had enough dancing energy for them both. Hunter and Snow were doing some kind of professional looking ballroom shit. He’d have to find out where Hunter trained. WhenDancing with the Starscalled, he didn’t want to go home the first week.

They reached the elevator, and Al pressed the up button with his free hand. They stared at the lights above the door, watching as the light moved down the floor numbers. Imagining all the things he wanted to do had his cock hardas granite. Over a year of pent-up sexual energy had him ready to explode. Not to mention the feelings that had been building for her during that time. Yeah, definitely not mentioning those.

The door opened to an empty car. They stepped inside and Al pushed the button for the sixth floor. Less than a minute to go and—

The second the doors closed, Jeannie was on him. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his lips to hers. Their first kiss was not sweet or gentle. It was hard, raw, and fucking amazing.

Their tongues met in a violent clash as he pulled her body against his. Her moans filled the small space as he pushed her against the wall, his body thrusting against her. Before he could dry hump her and completely embarrass himself, the elevator dinged and the doors opened again.

“This is us, squirt.”

“Squirt?” Jeannie pulled back, her lips looking beautifully swollen. “You haven’t called me that since elementary school.”

“Well, I’m hoping after tonight I’ll have a new reason to call you that.”

Jeannie laughed and pulled him out of the elevator. “Better not keep me waiting then,” she teased.

They raced down the hall to room six thirty-eight. The room was a standard king with a small kitchenette. Did he ask for one bed? No. But did he ask to change to a room with two queens when he found out? Also no.

“Wait, we can’t do this,” Jeannie said, a frown on her face.

“Why the fuck not?” Al asked, his heart stopping.

“Tomorrow is visiting day. We need to leave early to make it to Central Prison by ten. I certainly can’t wear this.” Jeannie waved at her bridesmaid dress.

He breathed a sigh of relief. She meant they couldn’t stay at the hotel. Not that they couldn’t fuck.

“I got you covered, babe. I grabbed a bag of your stuff before I left this evening.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Al shrugged. They might live on separate sides of the duplex, but they knew each other’s space as well as their own. He knew what Jeannie needed and where she kept it. He had no doubt she could pack an overnight bag for him just as easily.

“So, you had this all planned out?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know if I should be creeped out or impressed.”

“Well, if you’re not impressed, I can show you something that will definitely get you there.”

Jeannie laughed again. “Okay. Impressed it is. I’m glad you were looking out for us. Making sure we had a safe place to sleep it off and wouldn’t miss seeing Ben in the morning was really thoughtful.”

“Don’t you know by now, Jeannie? I’ve always got your back.”

Chapter 6

The heat raging inside Jeannie had cooled slightly when she thought of visiting her brother. He was only a couple of years older than her, but he’d cared for her more than her parents did.

But then he was gone, and Al never left her side. Al projected an image of being carefree and a joker, but in truth, he was the most stable person in her life. If he hadn’t been there when Ben was arrested, who knows where she’d be now. Hopefully not a cold-hearted bitch like her mother, but who knew? Maybe being lonely and scared was what led her mom to close herself off in the first place.

“Jeannie-girl, I worked too hard on these abs for you to zone out on me now.”