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CHAPTER 7

North

I trail behind Farren as she weaves through the crowded bar, her pace casual enough to avoid attention but purposeful enough to keep me locked onto her every move. I glance over my shoulder, scanning the faces of my Titans mates, lost in their drinks and conversations. No one’s watching us, at least not that I can tell. Still, the sense of sneaking away feels dangerous, like we’re doing something we both know we shouldn’t.

And we are.

We push past clusters of people laughing and shouting over the music that just came on the jukebox, their voices fading as we near the back of the bar. My heart pounds harder with every step.

I should stop this.

Tell her no, that this is reckless and an absolute breach of Rafferty’s trust in us. But then she glances over her shoulder, her lips curling into a sly, knowing smile, and I know there’s no way in hell I’m saying no.

The hallway narrows, and I hang back a step as Farren slides Stevie’s key into the lock.

“Relax,” she murmurs without looking at me, reading the mixture of tension and worry on my face. “You’re acting like we’re about to rob a bank.”

I huff out a laugh, breaking the tight feeling in my chest. “Feels just as risky.”

The door creaks open, and she steps inside, flipping a light switch that bathes the room in a dim yellow glow. I follow, shutting the door behind me and securing the lock. I take in the space—a small, narrow room with metal shelves lining the walls, stocked with liquor bottles, cases of beer and cleaning supplies. The air smells faintly of lemon disinfectant and cardboard, and the floor is a worn concrete but swept clean. A single wooden stool sits in the corner next to a clipboard hanging from a nail in the wall. It’s utilitarian, functional, and the last place you’d expect anything remotely sexy to happen.

“Romantic,” I grouse, giving the room a skeptical glance.

Farren grins, leaning back against one of the shelves. She braces her hands on the ledge and her breasts thrust out. “Not exactly a candlelit dinner, but I think we’ll manage.”

I shake my head, laughing softly. “I can’t believe you set this up. Are you seriously not afraid of getting caught?”

Her grin widens, a wicked glint in her eye. “A little. But isn’t that half the fun?”

Is this fun?

Without a doubt.

Am I still apprehensive?

Yes.

I step closer to Farren, my hand brushing the edge of a shelf. “And what about me? You don’t think I should be worried?”

Her gaze locks onto mine, her voice dropping into a teasing lilt. “Are you afraid, North?”

I take another step, the tension between us crackling in the cramped space. “Not nearly as much as I should be.”

Her laugh is soft and low, curling around me like smoke. “Good. Because I think you’re the type who thrives on a little danger.”

She oozes so much confidence it takes the edge off my disrupted feelings.

“So,” she says, her voice dripping with challenge, “what are you going to do about it?”

I stare at her, caught between the gravity of the situation and the magnetic pull of her presence. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And you love it,” she quips, her lips curving into a daring smile. She tilts her head, her glossy hair cascading over her shoulder. “Come on, Paquette. Or are you going to make me do all the work? ”

Something in her tone—playful, provocative and utterly irresistible—snaps the last thread of my restraint. I close the distance between us in one step, my hands bracketing her hips against the shelf as I capture her mouth with mine.

Farren’s fingertips sink down into the front of my pants, inching past my belt, and she tries to jerk me closer to her. But I hold back, unwilling to give up any control. She snapped what little common sense I might have had to derail this craziness, but now that I’m here, I’m going to set the pace.

It’s never lost on me that someone could come knocking on that door at any moment, so we don’t have time for a lot of foreplay. I grip her jaw and end the kiss, staring down at her beautiful face.

“This needs to be fast,” I growl, and then I nip her lower lip, because I do have time for that.

Farren’s eyes glaze over and she fucking whimpers. “I like it fast. And hard too.”

“Christ,” I growl, and then I’m tearing at her clothes.

Pittsburgh in the winter demands heavy jeans, boots, chunky sweaters, and Farren’s got every bit of that on. I leave the upper half alone and help to tear at the bottom half, once again going to my knees to get rid of the offending barriers. Off come her boots and then I’m dragging her tight jeans down her legs. There’s a lot of mumbling, some curses as she tries to help and at one point, I start to rise as she bends over and our heads knock into each other.

Farren laughs low and husky, but I’m not laughing as she gets my pants worked open. The minute she grabs my cock, I know this was the best decision I’ve ever made and I’ll worry about the remorse tomorrow.

My hand dives between her legs as our teeth clash in another frenzied kiss. I find her warm, wet and inviting. I sink a finger into her, love the way she gyrates on it and then stretch her with another.

“Okay,” she gasps as I circle a finger around her clit. “I’m about as ready as I need to be.”

Yeah, she’s drenched, and as much as I’d love to get her off just once before I fuck her, we’re on the clock. Nothing matters except for this moment, this intense and forbidden connection between us.

My dick is hard as a rock and I push my pants down a little farther. I consider fucking her against the wall like I did the other night, but nah… something different.

Gaze landing on the lone barstool, I spin her around toward it. “Bend over.”

She drops without hesitation, back arching and ass sticking up toward me as she braces herself. I reach to the side, push her sweater up and out of the way, stroking my hand on the soft skin. I slip a finger inside her and she jerks.

“North,” she moans as I work her. “Please. ”

I want nothing more than to sink into her, but instead I slip a hand around her front and under her sweater where I palm one of her breasts. I squeeze, seek her nipple through the lace of her bra and roll it between my thumb and forefinger.

She gasps and wiggles her ass, but I ignore it. Bending over her, I bring my other hand between her legs and rub at her most sensitive spot. Farren makes a choking sound, pushes back against me in a silent plea for my cock.

Doesn’t seem to matter that we might be caught at any moment, I’m too invested in her pleasure now. I circle her clit and every few strokes, I plunge a finger inside her wet channel. Farren groans, flexes her hips and I let her ride my hand for a bit.

I lower myself until my chest is pressed against her back, fucking her a little harder with my fingers. “Feel good?”

“So good,” she moans. “But I want more.”

I plunge deep into her, relentlessly searching for that sweet spot within. My thumb presses down on her clit, eliciting desperate moans and pleas for release. I can sense her climax approaching as she’s trembling and struggling to catch her breath.

I let go of her breast, take my dick in hand and thrust into her with zero finesse and all brute force. Farren cries out as she takes me, her orgasm ripping free as she convulses all around me.

“Oh God! Oh God. Oh God.” She chants over again as I fuck her hard and without mercy. I chase the same orgasm she just had.

My heart thuds relentlessly against my rib cage, the sound of blood rushing in my ears. Slick beads of sweat roll down my flushed forehead and I focus intently on the sounds coming from Farren. With each thrust, I sink deeper into her warmth and her moans of pleasure urge me on.

I’d hoped she’d come again, but there’s no holding back my release. My entire body tenses as I erupt inside her with a long groan of satisfaction. It goes on and on, ripping me apart in all the right ways.

My hips continue to thrust shallowly against her and Farren reaches back, presses her hand to my thigh where she squeezes, as if she’s trying to give me some measure of comfort.

“Fuck, that was good,” I say, still pumping slowly as the last effects of my orgasm fade away.

“Didn’t think you could top the other night, but damn, North… that was intense.”

I smile, feeling a little proud of myself. With my hands on her hips, I pull out of her.

Farren straightens and glances around. “Hand me that roll of paper towels, would you?”

I glance at it and then back to her, shaking my head. “ I don’t think so.”

She arches an eyebrow as I squat down to grab her panties. I tap her leg, indicating I want her to hold it up. She does so and I slip the lace over one foot, then the other. “I want you to feel that wetness for the rest of the night. I want to watch you out there, talking to all our friends, knowing that your panties are soaked with what I just gave you.”

“Jesus,” she whimpers, letting me slide them up her legs and over her hips. “Why is that so fucking hot?”

Chuckling, I rise and brush my lips against hers. “No clue but fuck if I don’t like knowing you’re wearing my brand tonight.”

Her eyes narrow slightly. “You know, I’ve never been with someone so high-handed before.” She bends to grab her jeans and shimmies into them.

“Really?” I ask. “Or do you just mean that you were always in control?”

“A little of that,” she admits with a sly smile.

“Well, get used to it,” I say as I rest my back against the shelves. “You may have set the boundaries, but I’ll be in charge of how we operate within them.”

Farren is quiet as she puts her boots on and then straightens to meet my eyes. I see a confidence in there that tells me she’s still retaining a little control.

Stepping into me, she puts a hand on my chest and goes to her tiptoes, nuzzling her nose into my neck. “I think I’m going to like strutting around with my wet panties tonight. And I’m glad that will please you.” She pulls back, looks at me soberly with a hand to my cheek. “Just promise you won’t fall in love with me.”

My first inclination is to scoff at such a thought, but I can see how serious she is about this. I attempt to lighten the mood. “Relax, Abrams. I’m well aware that this is just sex.”

“Fucking phenomenal sex,” she clarifies.

“That it is. Now let’s go out there and act normal. And I’m driving you home to your brother’s tonight. I’m not drinking any more so feel free to drink all you want.”

“Hmm,” she says, considering the offer. “I might just do that. Of course, you know I don’t need to be inebriated to give you a blow job on the way home tonight, right?”

I groan at the thought, knowing that Farren is just the type who would try to suck me off while I was driving and wouldn’t need a drop of alcohol to go there. “Probably not going to say no to that,” I reply.

“No, I don’t imagine you would.”

She goes back to her tiptoes and plants another kiss on my cheek and then turns for the door.