But she’s enjoying the social thing. And I deprived her of it for way too long to deny her even one night of partying and fun.
I pop Bailey to the side, to ride my hip like a mom holds a toddler. “What’s the plan, Austin? You’re our social director, right?”
Austin shrugs. “Mesa?”
Same plan as ever, only now it’s different. Now I see it through Bailey’s eyes and it’s all fresh and new. All tinged with excitement and sexual electricity. I bite Bailey’s neck. “Can’t wait to get with you,” I murmur in her ear.
She shifts restlessly on my hip, grinding her clit against me.
I carry her over to the side of my truck and push her ass against it, shifting her to straddle my waist again. I shove the bulge of my cock into the cradle of her legs. “Austin said the cabin’s ours tonight. Unless Bo shows up with his hot car thief and we have to fight him for it.”
“You’d win,” she purrs. “But there’s more than one bedroom.”
“I know, Pink, but as much as I love holding you down and covering your mouth when we fuck, I also want to hear you scream.” I ease my hips back and then thrust again. “And tonight you’re going to be screaming my name until you’re hoarse.”
Her smile stretches a million miles. “Promise?”
I groan because I don’t know how I’m going to wait until I get her alone. “Wolf’s honor.”