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“Having to stand around all night with all these people here, pretending that you and I are nothing more than friendly acquaintances. You think Tripp’s been watching me? Not half as much as he’s been gawking at you. I’m supposed to prioritize that kid. I’m supposed to be building a relationship with him.”

His fingers slide under my jaw, tilting my face up to his. “But do you know the only thing I’ve been able to think about all fucking night, Gwen?”

“What?” The fire blazing in his eyes entrances me. He looks vicious, rugged, and downright feral.

“The only thing I’ve been able to think about is that I don’t want him so much as looking at what’s mine.” His voice drops to a growl. “It’s driving me fucking crazy, knowing he’s had you.”

“He never really had me,” I whisper, my voice cracking as I do. “Not the way you do. And I’m s?—”

His finger moves up, pressing against my lips, silencing me. “Don’t you dare apologize to me for that. We didn’t know. How could we know? The only thing that matters is that you’re here with me now. We made it back to each other. And as hard as it’s going to be, we’re going to make this thing work. We’re going to give this thing a go. I’m going to tell him. I just—not yet. Not tonight.” I nod. Tonight definitely does not seem like the moment to break that news to him.

“But I really don’t think I can stand the thought of heading back down to that party without knowing how you taste.”

Suddenly, he pushes me back against the door to his closet, and it slams shut. He drops to his knees before me, sure hands tugging at the long, flowy skirt I changed into when we got back.

“I love this skirt,” he murmurs. “Such easy access.” He hikes it up around my waist, bunching it up in his hand. “Hold this, Guinevere. Keep it out of my way.”

I decide my full name doesn’t sound so bad when he’s the one saying it. My fingers grip the fabric while he tears at my underwear. He’s not gentle. He doesn’t unwrap me like a gift. He presses me against the door and rips them off, like he’s offended by their mere existence.

With a house full of friends just below us, I vaguely recognize that this timing might not be ideal.

But I press my back against the cupboards and lift my skirt higher anyway.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

BASH

“Spread your legs, Gwen,” I order.

A husky chuckle spills from her lips as she slowly lifts her foot, dragging it along the side of her calf, taking her sweet fucking time like the tease that she is.

“Think that’s funny, do you? What about this hickey?” I glance up at her. “Think that’s funny too?”

A sly smile curves her lips as she lifts one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. “Maybe a little bit.”

“Then you won’t mind if I just…” I drop my head and bite her inner thigh. Hard enough that she gasps. Her fingers flex where they curl into the bunched fabric, her hips thrusting toward me.

“Have a taste?” I finish before kissing the red mark my teeth have left behind.

“N-no.” Her response comes out breathy and her teeth graze over her damp bottom lip as she stares down at me with glassy eyes.

“Good,” I mutter, unable to look away from the apex of her thighs. The red mark—proving that she’s mine.

With a rush of territorialism, I decide matching marks would look damn good on her.

I bite her opposite thigh, sucking on her skin, dick hardening as the closet fills with her desperate little mewling sounds. Her pelvis bucks again, and I watch as another mark blooms on her milky skin.

“Bash,” she murmurs, one hand reaching forward so her fingers can rake through my hair. They close and she tugs. “Hurry up. I can’t?—”

I slip one finger into her, cutting off whatever she was about to say and watching the way she takes me. My cock throbs uncomfortably in my jeans.

When I add a second finger, she tugs my hair again, hissing out a breath as she drags my head closer.

I chuckle, mere inches from her pussy as she physically begs me for it.

“Bash, I am going to lose my fucking mind if you don’t put your mouth on me.”

This time, when I push my fingers in, I twist. A shiver racks her body. I know I’m driving her wild and I could not care less. Just watching the way she reacts gets me off.