Reaching out, I turn her back to me. "Look at me, mouse," I demand, and after two seconds, she lifts her hazel eyes to mine. They're full of tears, but they're also dark with anger.
"I'm going to fucking kill him," I seethe.
"H-he's gone into the den with Ash and a handful of girls. He's… busy."
I take a step toward her, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Tell me he didn't hit you." Because if he did… White hot fury licks up my spine.
I’ll kill him.
I’ll fucking kill him.
But then she splutters out, "H-he didn't."
"Fuck, little mouse." I drop my forehead to hers and stare into her eyes. "I need you," I admit.
"Bex, I—" I don't wait to hear what she might have to say. I slam my lips down on hers, pushing her back against the wall. She gasps in shock, giving me the opening I need. I plunge my tongue into her mouth as I lift her, her legs immediately wrapping around my waist.
I'm vaguely aware of voices behind me, but I'm too lost in my girl to care. My hands are everywhere, reminding myself of how she feels.
"Bexley," she moans when I drop my lips to her neck, shooting a look at the other couple in the room.
Channing is between Sasha's legs, his mouth attached to her now exposed chest. Heat surges through me as I turn my attention back to my girl. Slipping my hand around her ass, I tuck my fingers under the fabric of her bikini bottoms and find her slick pussy.
"Oh God, Bexley," she moans, and everything else is forgotten.
12
Mia
Bexley’s fingers feel so good sliding through my wetness that I rock against his hand, desperate for more.
“Greedy little mouse,” he taunts, claiming my mouth with dirty wet kisses.
The few cocktails I drank out by the pool make my head spin, but it’s Bexley’s touch that makes my blood boil.
Moans sound from deep inside the room, and I twist my head to find Channing on his knees, his head buried in between Sasha’s legs as she rides his face. Liquid lust shoots through me as I watch my friend moan and writhe for the guy she loves.
But then Bexley pushes two fingers inside me, and all thoughts of Sasha and Channing melt away as my eyes lock on his.
“Tell me you don’t feel this,” he grits out. “Tell me you don’t feel it, Mia.”
“I feel it.”
But it doesn’t change anything, and this is too risky.
“Bexley.” My fingers claw at his chest. “Stop, we have to stop. Cade is—”
“That fucker is downstairs with some slut bouncing on his dick. He doesn’t deserve you, little mouse.” He strokes my cheek, pressing me further against the wall as his fingers rub my pussy, making me shudder.
“Don’t you want to get back at him? Just a little—”
My mouth slams down on Bexley’s as I kiss him with all the frustration and anger I feel swirling inside me. It’s like a storm, violent and unstoppable, as it tears through me. Our teeth clash, our tongues fighting for dominance as I ride his hand.
“Fuck yeah, Mia…” he rasps, adding another finger and stretching me so much it stings. But I revel in the pain. My arm loops around his neck, holding on for dear life as he keeps working me with his fingers, rolling his thumb expertly over my clit, making me moan.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Channing groans, and heat creeps into my cheeks.
“Maybe we should—”
“Don’t be shy now, mouse.” Bexley smirks, leaning in to lick his tongue along the curve of my neck. He sucks the skin there but not enough to leave a mark. I peek over at Sasha and Channing again, and he’s on top of her now, fucking her. Loving her.
I want that.
God, I want that.
“Fuck me,” I breathe. “Make me forget.”
Bexley’s head whips up, his eyes wide with surprise. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I nod. “But not here. Not like this.” He glances around quickly and hisses under his breath. Sasha and Channing are completely lost in each other now.
Bexley bands his hand around my back and carries me into Sasha’s bathroom, kicking the door shut behind us. He pushes me up against the wall on the other side of the room and attacks my mouth again.
We kiss like we’re at war, trying to get the other to submit. He winds his hand into my hair and yanks my face away from his.
“Bex,” I whisper, “please.”
His fingers sink inside me again, curling deep and hitting my g-spot. I shatter apart unexpectedly, crying his name.
“I’m so fucking hard.” His voice cracks with lust. “If I don’t get inside you soon, I’m gonna explode.”
Bexley carries me to the marbled counter and sits me on the edge. My hands run over his impressive abs, reveling in the way his muscles contract under my touch. But it’s when I ghost fingers over the barely healed brand that he shudders.
He snags my wrist, suspending my hand there. “This… it doesn’t change anything, Mia. Not a damn thing.” Bexley crowds me, touching his head to mine. “You own me, mouse. Always will.”
His words break something inside me, and tears prick my eyes. “I need you,” I breathe. “Please.”
Bexley works his shorts down his hips and frees his cock, slamming it into my pussy in one smooth stroke. “Fuuuuck,” he drawls, kissing the corner of my mouth. I can hardly breathe, overwhelmed by how good he feels inside me.
“It’s you, Mia. Only ever you.” His lips brush my ear, and he pulls out slowly and then slams back inside.
“God,” I cry, “it feels… oh God.” The air leaves my lungs as Bexley drives into me, hard and fast. His lips brand my skin, licking and kissing and sucking as he fucks me like he might never get to do it again.
Our moans rise above the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Bexley grabs my ass and changes his angle slightly, driving deeper, hitting my cervix until pain blends with pleasure, making me drown in sensation.
“Fuck, Mia, you
