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Chapter Nineteen

MACKENZIE

Four rounds of shots, and a few margaritas later, it was time to call it a night.

When we decided to leave, it was getting close to midnight. Rylee, being our designated driver, was the only one who could still walk in a straight line. The rest of us? Let’s just say we were feeling the effects of the night.

We all piled into her car—a steel-gray Yukon that was more like a building on wheels. It was the most massive vehicle I’d ever ridden in.

Harper claimed the front seat, while Roxxy slid into the left side by the window. The right side was taken up by a car seat for Rylee’s two-year-old son, Greyson—who wasn’t with us, but his seat definitely wasn’t going anywhere. That left me crammed into the back row with Fallon, not that I was foolish enough to complain about it.

As Rylee drove us home, she and Harper got caught up in a conversation about the real estate market—not something I was about to join in on.

Roxxy was busy scrolling on her phone, which left Fallon and me in our own little bubble, the hum of the car and the glow of passing streetlights keeping us company. We exchanged glances and soft smiles, our hands occasionally brushing against each other’s thighs, creating an unspoken connection between us.

When we hit a sharp turn, Rylee bumped a curb, and Fallon was jolted out of her seat and into me.

“Oh shit, sorry, guys! I’m still getting used to this car.” She laughed, and I hoped she wasn’t the one driving when Greyson was in the car.

Our eyes met for a second, and maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was the sheer addiction I felt when I looked at Fallon, but I could have sworn we were touching the sun. Heat rushed out of every pore on my body.

“That’s why you should be wearing a seatbelt, Sunshine,” I said as I helped her sit up, noticing her flushed cheeks.

She ignored my warning and shifted closer, resting her hand on my thigh, her fingers slowly trailing up toward the seam of my shorts, inching closer to the source of my heat. I inhaled sharply and looked at her.

“Fallon,” I breathed out in warning.

She pressed her lips to my ear and whispered, “Yeah?” Her voice sent a wave of ecstasy through me. The moment her lips brushed the shell of my ear, I felt like I was burning up.

She moved her fingers lazily across my inner thigh, brushing over the fabric of my shorts. I gasped and bit my lip, stopping the moan that almost escaped. She delicately caressed the side of my pussy and I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. Breathing became a challenge. The heat of her touch was enough to send me over the edge.

“Oh,” she moaned in my ear, causing me to smile widely while trying to collect myself.

She was now flicking one of the red balls of my princess Diana piercing. I had gotten the piercing when I turned twenty-one.

“That is so sexy. Is all this for me, Wildcat?” she whispered, moving her fingers and rubbing my sensitive clit.

Yes , I wanted to say, but I couldn’t find any words. I was embarrassingly wet from her touch.

A soft moan bubbled in my throat before I swallowed it down. Remembering we weren’t alone, I grabbed her hand and pulled it out of my shorts, internally shouting at myself in the process. I really didn’t want it to stop.

“Shit,” I breathed, “Fallon, my sister is in this car. We can’t do that.”

She didn’t seem offended by my rejection; she only grinned. “Do you want to know what would happen if she wasn’t in the car?”

I turned to look at her with narrowed brows, silently answering her question. If I tried to speak, it would’ve sounded like a plea for her to fuck me in the back seat of my best friend’s car—not something I was usually fond of, but with the way Fallon was looking at me, I found it hard to care about anything else.

She leaned in to whisper in my ear, “I would make that wet pussy drip… all… over… this… seat.”

“I am in so much trouble,” I groaned.

She put her head back against the seat, looking quite proud of herself. With the way her words almost ruined me, she should’ve felt very proud.

Harper turned around toward us. “Fallon, we hope you had a good time tonight.”

Fallon sat up and grinned at my sister, as if she didn’t just leave me a horny mess. “I did. Thank you for inviting me.”

“It was really great to meet you, Fallon. It takes a strong person to handle this one,” Roxxy said, nodding toward me. I rolled my eyes, but Fallon looked at me and smiled.

We made it home without any more incidents, and unfortunately, Fallon kept her hands to herself for the rest of the trip. We said our goodbyes and headed inside. In the lobby, we held hands until we got on the elevator.

We stood there in silence, waiting for the doors to shut. As soon as they did, we looked at each other. After a few moments, the space between us grew smaller until our lips and bodies came together.

I grabbed her waist and pushed her against the wall. She combed her fingers through my hair, drawing a soft moan from me. The way we kissed in that moment, it was like the elevator was stealing our oxygen, and we were each other’s only chance at survival.

I heard the ding of the elevator before it stopped. We pulled apart as the doors opened, and my neighbor, Mrs. Thomas, got on. She was a seventy-six-year-old spitfire with fire-engine-red hair that always looked freshly curled, and a mouth like a sailor.

We stood nervously on opposite sides of the elevator, like kids caught making out by their parents. Neither of us moved, staying as still as statues, until we reached our floor.

I said goodbye to Mrs. Thomas, took Fallon’s hand, and led her out of the elevator. As I started to unlock my door, she stopped me, gently turning me so I was facing her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I wrapped mine around her waist, pulling her closer. “Thank you again for tonight, I had a lot of fun.”

I smiled. “Thank you for coming out. My friends adored you.”

“What’s not to love?” She shrugged before biting her lip, causing me to grip her a little tighter to hold myself up. “I also really enjoyed seeing you in this outfit. It suits you.” She smirked as I kissed her nose.

“Do you maybe want to come in?” I asked. “Not to… just to talk?”

She smiled and pulled me closer to whisper in my ear, “If you don’t open that door within the next five seconds, I’m going to break it down and fuck you right on top of it, Wildcat.”

Holy hell, this woman…

Without hesitation, I kissed her fiercely, not caring if anyone saw us. Once we were inside, she turned us around, pressing me against the door. My hands were over my head, her hands holding mine in place, all without our lips ever parting.

She started kissing my neck, down to my collarbone where she sucked slightly, and I couldn’t hold in the moan. She looked at me with a smile and dropped my hands, taking one in hers as she led us to the couch and sat me down before straddling me, making my vision turn hazy.

The feeling of her body beneath my hands, even over the fabric of her dress, had my skin feeling scorched. The restraint I was trying to show in not taking off her dress was impressive.

I remembered how she nervously bit her bottom lip and avoided eye contact after we almost slept together. I wasn’t trying to bring back the guilt I felt when I saw the regret on her face.

If this was going to happen, she’d have to tell me she wanted it. If she did, I was going to take my time with her. She deserved more than just a quick one-night stand.

“I’ve been waiting all night for this.” She grabbed my face and kissed me with an urgency I was too happy to match.

I smiled and said honestly, “I’ve been waiting weeks for you.”

I grabbed her waist and kissed the top of her chest. She gasped as I brought her close, placing tender kisses along her neck. She tilted her head back, giving me easier access. I traced a line from her chest to her throat with my tongue, biting down lightly, careful not to leave a mark. The low plunging neckline of her dress did little to hide what was underneath, and I reached in to release her gorgeous breasts.

When they came into view, I saw the gold piercings I hadn’t been able to stop fantasizing about. Scooping one nipple into my mouth, I groaned. She whimpered and threw her head back. “Oh, shit.”

I smirked and took her hand, trailing it down my body, leading her inside my shorts. She sucked in a breath, giving me a devilish grin. “This is what you do to me, Fallon. Anytime I see you or touch you. Hell, even thinking about you. You make me so fucking wet.”

She rubbed my clit, causing me to close my eyes and bite my lip. I rested my head on the couch and hissed when she bit my collarbone. “Fuck, Fallon,” I murmured.

“Well,” she said, before she slowly slipped her glistening fingers out of my shorts, causing a shutter within myself, “why don’t you find out how wet you make me.” Then she brought her fingers to her lips and sucked them clean. The sight of it, along with her words, shot a bolt of electricity down to my core.

Standing, I accepted her hand and pulled her by the waist, closing the space between us.

She took in a sharp breath. “Mackenzie, if you kiss me again, I… I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” she said nervously.

“I don’t want you to stop.” I kissed her again, sweeping my tongue in her mouth, tasting all of her. She moaned when I bit her lip, and she returned the favor, causing a similar sound to escape from me.

This kiss was slow and sensual. I was taking my time because I wanted this moment to last for as long as possible. After a few minutes, she hesitated and pulled away. I saw the longing and indecision in her eyes, and as she stared at me, I knew not to push.

“Jesus, Kenzie,” she said breathlessly.

I led her into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of waters from the fridge. My mind wandered to the thought of that pretty little ass on my island. I wasn’t joking when I told her she could sit on it, but I knew I needed to take things slow with her. As we drank the water, we locked eyes, and as soon as she finished, I gently tugged on her dress, pulling her back toward me.

I cupped her cheek with my hand, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then her cheek, and finally, those dangerous lips.

“These lips will be the death of me one day,” I whispered. She grinned in response.

I brushed my lips against hers. “If you want me to stop, you need to tell me right now.” I looked at her for a moment, searching her eyes for a glimpse of protest.

She shook her head. “No, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she breathed. Tilting my head, she kissed my neck, sucking gently before licking her way up to my ear and nipping it. Did I die and go to heaven, because there’s no way this is happening right now. Being this close to Fallon feels too good to be real.