Page 64 of This Time Around

She puts her hand out in front of him to stop him. “Not sure he wants you to interrupt him at the moment,” she scoffs.

“Yeah,” the other chick rolls her eyes, clearly jealous.

“Nice,” the guy reacts by high fiving some other fucking douchebag who followed him over.

I listen to this exchange while I make my way back over to Blake as she refills her wine. I grab the glass out of her hand and set it on the counter. “Nope. You had one giant ass glass already, Blake, I don’t want you too drunk when I take you home, it will spoil all the delicious plans I have. Text Ana and tell her good night,” I request with a hint of dominance in my voice, knowing as the words leave my lips, they will ruffle her feathers.

“Get fucked Luke,” she responds with a defiant little smirk and a slight laugh in her tone. With a delicate touch, she picks up the glass, the condensation clinging to its surface, and takes a long, slow sip.

“Trying to, baby, and I want you to have a clear fucking head when I sink inside you. We’re done playing this fucking game.”

“What fucking game is that, Luke? Me being pissed at you is a game?”

“Not at all. But, we both know this is not the end of us. It’s a fight. We can fight at home. The game I’m referring to is us wasting our time being apart, like two people who have succumbed to the fact they are over, instead of making up and making love. We are not over, Blake. I let you go once without you even knowing it. I stayed married to someone else when all I wanted was you. This time, B, I’m not letting you go.” I claim her lips, crashing them to mine.

When we finally pull apart, she stares into my eyes, coated in desire.

“Take me home,” she demands breathlessly, snaking her hand behind my neck and pulling me in closer to her. “I think I want to see how we make up.”

“I’ll bring you back to your car tomorrow. Leave the keys for Knox in case he needs to move it.” I pull her towards the door, peering at her perfect smile over my shoulder.

She pauses and looks at the two women as we pass. “When Mrs. Reed comes back, can you let her know Blake left with Luke, and thank her for a lovely party?” She doesn’t wait for their response. She quickly continues walking towards the door, moving past me, her ass swaying in perfect rhythm.

I glance at the two women who watch her, seething with envy, and then settle my attention back on Blake.

We were silent the entire drive home. I was afraid to open my mouth, knowing it would cause me to pull over on the side of the road to take her. My dick was pressing against my jeans so hard I might have a zipper impression when it finally gets free. Blake sat next to me in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the road ahead. The second I parked my car, she jumped out, not even waiting for me to turn off the ignition.

Worried she might peel her clothes off before I joined her, I ran behind her, readjusting my dick in the elevator to the apartment.

Now, I’m fumbling with the keys, unable to get this fucking door to open.

“Luke,” she urges impatiently. “What the hell is your deal? It’s a lock you have opened thousands of times before.”

“I’m not usually distracted by you when I try to open it.” I can hear the strain in my voice, my patience paper-thin.

She reaches over and grabs the key out of my hand, smoothly unlocks it and pushes the door open, stepping inside. We barely make it in far enough for the door to close behind us before she pushes me against it, hands in my hair and pressing her body against mine.

“Luke.” It’s one simple word.

“Baby, I need you. I can’t worship you the way I want to, ok? Is that ok?” I ask.

“Luke, I have been rubbing my legs together for over an hour. I need you to make it better, please.”

I spin her around and pin her against the door with her hands above her head. “You leave these here. Do you hear me?”

She nods her head in response as I bend down and lift her skirt so I can retrieve her panties. When my hands slide over her hips, I stop, glaring up at her.

“Where the fuck are your panties, Blake?”

“I had panty lines.” She shrugs.

“Do you know how many guys were eyeing you tonight? They probably all knew you were not wearing panties.”

“I doubt it.” She runs her hands through my hair.

“Why?” I ask, placing her hands back where I left them with a hint of a warning in my gaze.

“Luke, baby, I need you to focus on the task at hand, making my pussy feel better. I promise you, none of them noticed I was missing panties. There was not a single person there eyeing my ass more than you were, and you didn’t notice. So, please, shut the fuck up and get to work.” She smiles, wiggling her brows.