Page 124 of All This Time

“I’m on it,” Henley says.

As I head toward the hallway, I glance back to make sure Laney sees me. We make eye contact for the briefest moment and then I walk straight to the storage closet, stepping inside to wait for my girl.

Fuck, what is this woman doing to me?

Relationships have never been on my radar. Sure, there have been women to scratch an itch when necessary, but not one of those women ever made me feel or want the things that Laney does.

None of them have ever been her.

Despite what I may want to admit, I think I’ve always measured women against her, and that’s why none of them ever stuck—because they never were, and never could be Laney Hart.

I’m so fucking screwed.

A few moments later, a soft knock sounds on the door. “Fletcher?” Laney whispers. “It’s me.”

I fling the door open and pull her inside, shutting the door just as quickly. My mouth crashes to hers, hungry and unapologetic.

“You wore this dress to torture me tonight, didn’t you?” I mutter between nipping her lips.

She drags her nails down the back of my head. “Maybe.”

“Well, now you’re about to get fucked in this dress.”

She leans back. “Fletcher, we can’t.”

“Oh yes, we fucking can,” I say as I unbutton my slacks and shove them down along with my briefs. “Prop your leg on the shelf behind you.” Laney glances behind her and then moves back, lifting her heel-covered foot to the nearest shelf. “Now lift your dress and let me see that pussy.”

She licks her lips and holds my stare as she hikes the hem of her dress up slowly, baring herself to me. And fuck, her obedience brings out my inner caveman even more than the sight of her glistening and ready for my cock. This woman is normally ready for a fight. But when she lets me take control, it’s such a fucking turn on.

I pump my cock in my hand. “This is gonna be fast and hard because we don’t have a lot of time, but if I don’t get inside you again, I’m going to fucking lose my mind.”

“Fletcher,” she moans as she reaches up and grips the shelving behind her.

“Every time you say my fucking name, Laney…it makes me want to brand you as mine.” I step up to her and drag the head of my cock through her slit. She’s already fucking soaked, so ready for me. When the head meets her clit, I swirl it around that little nub a few times.

“God, Fletcher. Please…”

“Already begging?”

“Yes. I need you.”

I cup the side of her face, line my cock up to her entrance, and push inside as I lock eyes with her and say, “I fucking need you too, Laney. You have no fucking idea how much.” When I meet her end in one smooth stroke, we groan simultaneously, but I reach up quickly and press my finger to her lips. “You’ve got to be quiet, baby.” She nods against my finger as I withdraw from her and thrust forward again. “Fucking hell, Laney. This pussy will be the death of me.”

She lets her head fall back as I pick up the pace. “Oh…”Thrust. “My…”Thrust. “God…”Thrust. Her moans and words just spur me on.

I wrap my hands around her wrists, pinning them to the shelves before finding her lips with my own, thrusting long and hard, shaking the shelving behind us, even though the last thing I should be doing is making more fucking noise.

“This party is insane,” Henley’s voice outside of the closet makes us both freeze.

“I know. Laney and Fletcher really outdid themselves,” Rhonan says next, which makes my heart beat even faster.

My cock is buried in his sister, and he’s out there singing my praises.

Fuck. I really am going to burn in hell.

“I wanted the four of us to play a game of blackjack, but I can’t find him,” Rhonan continues.

I lock eyes with Laney while I start thrusting in and out of her again, not even her brother’s voice stopping me from making this woman come on my cock.