“I want to take this slow,” Edge snapped.
I threw up my arms, let them drop. “For fuck’s sake, Edge. I don’t get you. Or this. If you want to pretend to be some fuckin’ saint, you go ahead.” I turned and reached for the doorknob. “I’m done.”
Before I could get the door open, Edge was behind me. His big hand held the door closed as he pressed up against me.
I was too fucking tired to fight with him. This emotional shit was draining, and to be fair, I wasn’t in the mood for it. I knew what I wanted. I was pretty sure Jamie knew what she wanted. That only left Edge to get on board with the program.
“I want her,” Edge growled against my ear. “I want her so fucking bad it hurts. I want to slide my cock inside her at the same time you do. I want to fill her pussy while you fill her ass. I want us to take her virginity at the same time.”
“So what’s the problem?” I asked, not trying to move.
Edge’s lips brushed my neck seconds before he bit me.
“Fuck,” I hissed as my cock jerked. “Edge, don’t fuck with me right now.”
“I’m not fucking with you,” he whispered, his lips moving up my neck to my jaw. “I need you, Cav. I need to feel you. I want to be inside you, to fuck you until neither of us can breathe.”
My entire body vibrated, coiling tightly at the gruffly spoken words. “So, what? You think you have to pick a fight?”
“I don’t want to fight,” he countered. “But I don’t know how this works.”
I forced him back so I could turn around and face him. This time, I took control, gripping the back of his head and jerking him forward. I kissed him like I was starving for it. I was. No doubt about it. For two weeks, I’d been balancing on this razor-sharp edge, waiting for this stubborn man to get with the program.
Edge didn’t need any coaxing. He slammed me back against the door, his mouth crushing to mine in a kiss so furious it was a wonder we didn’t burn the building down.
“Not here,” Edge breathed against my lips. “I don’t want to do this here.”
Neither did I. There were too many eyes at the club, and while I didn’t mind people watching, this thing between Edge and me was tenuous at best. We needed time to work through it. And privacy.
Edge pulled back, his hand coming up to settle on my throat again. I realized he enjoyed doing that. It likely gave him the feeling of control. We both knew he couldn’t hold me down, but it was also clear I wasn’t going to fight him.
“Go back to my place,” he stated, a command more than a request. “I’ll be out of here by two.”
I nodded.
“Wait for me, Cav.”
Little did the man know, but I’d been waiting for him for a long damn time. Years. Hell, decades.
I nodded again.
This time when he leaned in and kissed me, it lacked some of the tension, but the heat was still there. If something didn’t give—and soon—I feared we were both going to spontaneously combust.
TWELVE
Jamie
“A-R-R-R-ITE,” TIFFANY SLURRED FROM HER SPOT ON my couch. “S’time to give it up, Lautner. I need the juicy shhtuff.”
I laughed. Two bottles of wine and I was definitely feeling loose. Both my limbs and my lips.
But I didn’t think it was the wine that had tipped us over the edge.
No, we probably owed that bit of thank you to the joint we’d been passing between us. Nothing like a few hits of marijuana to dilute my faculties and make me believe I was one of the funniest women on the planet.
“Nothin’ to tell,” I said with a ridiculous giggle.
“You, sir, are a…” Tiffany stabbed her finger in my direction and yelled, “liar!”
It wavered. Or I did. I wasn’t sure, but it caused a fit of giggles that had me doubling over until my forehead was touching the floor.
“Is she dead? Laughing to death is a thing,” Tiffany declared.
“Don’t think so,” Jonah said primly.
I sat up in time to see him massaging his face with his fingertips. I frowned, tried to figure out what he was doing. When I couldn’t, I simply asked.
“My cheeks hurt.” The words were said as he pulled his lips out like a duck.
Of course, in my inebriated state, this was the funniest shit I’d ever seen.
Because my tailbone was starting to hurt, I tried to push up onto the sofa using only my arms. I would’ve been successful after the third attempt if it hadn’t been for Jonah using his foot to push my arm out from under me. I went face first into the cushion.
Again, some seriously funny shit.
“Come on, Lautner,” he said on a dramatic sigh. “What’s the big secret?”
