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so damn hot,” he said in a strangled whisper when his pelvis rolled against my clit, dragging me even closer to him. His hand dug into the skin of my hips and ass. I bit down on his shoulder and gripped my legs tighter around him while he slammed in and out “Oh, hell yes. Fuckkkkk,” I groaned, throwing my head back, completely lost in the moment. My hands gripped at his shoulder; my nails digging into his flesh as the first waves crashed over me. His moans became louder, and just when I reached the peak of my orgasm, he roared and came with a shudder.
    “Dammit,” he mumbled against the skin of my neck, his hips still moving gently every so often. Shudders wracking my body as I came back down to earth. Our heavy breathing and sweat slicked body’s wrapped around each other.
    He pulled out and helped me to sit up, searching my face for a second before turning around and collecting all my clothes and handing them to me. I’d managed to get my shirt pressed against my chest when he excused himself, leaving me sitting there, wondering what the hell had just happened.
    I hadn’t meant for it to get that far, but now it had, I wasn’t opposed to it at all. I quickly threw my clothes back on and finished tying my messy hair up just as Destry walked back into the room. His posture told me more than I needed to know. He leaned against the wall opposite me as I slipped on the heel that had fallen off in our frenzy.
    “We, uh…” Destry stumbling over his words only made it more awkward. Despite the fact I actually was starting to like the pompous ass, I didn’t want this situation to get messy.
    “Don’t look too far into it, cowboy.” I straightened my skirt and ambled over to him. “We got caught up, no big deal.” I looked down at his crotch and back up at him again. “Not a big deal at all.” With a smirk and my ego bursting words, I patted his chest and walked out the front door, planning on forgetting about him and having fun at the bar. Who cared if my feelings were bruised? He was just a guy, right? I internally sighed at myself; he wasn’t just a guy. He was a guy I was insanely attracted to, a guy who’d just rocked my world on the edge of his grandparents’ kitchen freaking table.
     

I had a white-knuckle grip on my beer bottle as I sat at our table watching Amelia dance through the crowd. It wouldn’t have been a problem if she hadn’t brushed me off like she had. I was trying to be gentle and explain to her it had been a mistake. But who the hell was I kidding? Every time I looked at her moving her hips, all I could see was the way she’d looked while I was driving into her. I took a long drink of my beer while I tried not to shoot daggers at Braxton’s best friend, Ryder, who currently had his hands way too low on Amelia’s hips. Hips that my hands had been gripping not even two hours ago. She was doing it to get back at me; I was sure of it. I should have known better than to have screwed her on my goddamn kitchen table, but I only had so much restraint. She’d bent over in that tiny skirt, testing my limits, and then when I’d lifted her into my arms to find some ice, I could smell the cherry on her lips. I’d needed just a taste.
    “Settle petal.” Braxton’s voice cut into my thoughts. I blinked and took another drink, scanning the room for her. I started to lift out of my seat when Brax’s hand came down on my shoulder. “She’s at the bar.” He nodded his head to where she was standing, flanked by Austin and Ryder; both were radiating waves of ‘fuck the hell off’ to anyone who might even look her way. I sat my ass back on the cracked vinyl seat and feigned disinterest by picking at the label on my beer.
    “Idiot,” I mumbled to myself. I was getting territorial for nothing. We’d had sex, so what? It wasn’t like it was going to be a regular thing. Even before I could tell her that, she’d done a great job of shutting me down.
    “He’s not pulling the moves on