my groin and spirals outward. My cock is demanding and refuses to be ignored, tenting the fabric below my belt. I press the throbbing ache against her, shoving us farther into the corner where we’re met with shadows. She moans when I apply more direct pressure to her squirming pelvis. Her wanton desire fuels my own. I drift an open palm down her side, over grooves and dips, to reach the supple curve of her ass. My initial assessment all those weeks ago was correct—she’s round and firm as fuck.
Another husky sound rasps from her throat. I’m nearly dizzy from blood loss as she presses into my touch. Vannah fights for control, yanking my hair at the roots. There’s not a shy bone in this girl’s body. She kisses with the same intensity as she argues—bold, deliberate, captivating, and without remorse. I might’ve initiated this, but she will be the one to stop. There’s no pumping the breaks for me. I’ll take her against this wall if she lets me.
Vannah wraps a leg around me, piercing my calf with her heel. I barely notice the sting as she clings to me with a passion fit for lovers. All that exists between us is barely contained loathing. It would seem, for this brief moment, that our feud is on a temporary hiatus.
I’ve lost track of who I’m trying to convince, or what’s being accomplished, other than my cock demanding entry to a no-fucking zone. We’re tumbling down a slippery slope into a complex vortex. She’s determined to put me under her spell. I’ll allow her to believe she has it in this instance. This woman is taking what she wants, and I’m happy to assist in the downward spiral.
“Dude, is there an admission fee?”
I break apart from Vannah with a snarl directed at our intruder. Jordan is standing there with a jaw so slack, it’s nearly touching his collarbone. My vision narrows into lethal slits as I glare at him. If I were capable of incinerating a man, he would be bursting into flames right about now.
“Fuck off,” I growl.
He releases a shrill whistle. “Well, hot damn. I saw you vacate that booth, but figured you ditched us for a better location. Turns out you found one, eh?”
“Hey, Peeping Tom. Mind your business.” I gnash my teeth like a rabid dog, all sense of composure annihilated by the woman still clutching onto me.
His smile glows in the dim lighting. “Me? You’re making out at the bar like two horny college coeds.”
He’s not wrong, but fuck him anyway. “Just give me a damn minute, yeah?”
“Uh-huh.” Jordan chuckles. “You’ll need more than that.”
With amusement bouncing his shoulders, he saunters off to harass someone else. I drag my focus to Vannah and assess the damage, preparing for the worst. Her lips are wet and swollen, any trace of that red gloss long gone. That badge of honor will stick with her for at least an hour—maybe more if she comes back for seconds. The sight manages to rejuvenate my deflating arousal, thrumming through me with renewed energy.
She peels herself off the wall with a harsh exhale. “Well, that was embarrassing.”
“Why? Displaying affection in public is commonplace.” It’s frequent enough that even I witness it on a daily basis. Catching a couple slobbering over one another is debasement in its rawest form. I’ve never understood the temptation. Falling victim to a woman’s charms is laughable. It’s safe to admit that surrendering my wits to this degree is very uncharted territory. There will be more adequate opportunities to contemplate this uncharacteristic whim later.
Vannah untangles a section of snarls from her hair. “Yeah, that’s all fine and dandy and not the issue. He caught me kissing you.”
A gruff scoff rips from me. “Are you ashamed of me?”
“More so in myself,” she admits.
“Regrets?” I can’t seem to dredge any up regardless of her response. The drop in my gut is a disturbing sensation. To counteract that odd feeling, I smooth my features and mask any notable reaction.
A twitch at her mouth reveals her twisted sense of humor. “Never, but this doesn’t mean I like you.”
“I’m well aware, and the feeling is entirely mutual.” Which reminds me to cut the power supply surging from my cock. I need blood to regain a normal flow to the brain in my skull. This agenda won’t get back on track otherwise. “Shall we return to our friends?”
Vannah quirks a brow. “Oh, are you finished with whatever this little stint was meant to