Start a War (Saint View Psychos #1)(64)

War chuckled. “Ice! More tequila!”

Ice brought over a tray of shots with lime and salt.

War’s gaze met mine. “Did I tell you about the club rule where all tequila shots have to be done off someone else’s body?”

“That didn’t seem to be a rule earlier when we did them at the bar.”

He winked at me. “I just made it up. I’m the prez now. I can do that.”

“And if I say no?”

“You’d be breaking a club rule, and I’d have to punish you, just like we punished Rebel.”

I was pretty sure Rebel was having the time of her life in Fang’s room right now and thoroughly enjoying her bad behavior.

“Would you like it if I did that to you, baby girl?” he asked again.

My heart fluttered at the looks he kept shooting me. Being the center of his attention was heady.

“‘Cause I’d really fucking like to have my palm on your ass and see your pink slit peeking through your thighs as I did it.”

I let out an unsteady breath, feeling his words tingle right through my clit.

He put a shot in my hand and then tilted his head away from me. “Lick my neck.”

I hesitated.

“For the shot, Bliss. I was only joking about punishing you. I ain’t gonna do nothing you don’t want.”

But I did want. My clit was begging for it.

I leaned over so my face wasn’t even and inch from his neck. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent. Tobacco and leather and the faint sweetness of alcohol. I’d never realized how well they went together until I smelled it on him. I ran my tongue along his neck, delighting in the goosebumps that broke out in my wake.

He groaned. “Fuck, do it again.”

I did.

I licked his neck once more, daring to turn it into an open-mouthed kiss against his skin.

Quicker than I would have thought possible, he was dragging me onto his lap. “Straddle me.”

I knew there were other people watching, but I was too turned on by War and Fang and Rebel that I let myself pretend there wasn’t. It wasn’t like my ass was on display, like Rebel’s had been. I swung my leg across War’s lap, letting my knees dig into the couch on either side of his thighs. My core brushed against the noticeable bulge in his jeans, but I kept most of my weight in my knees, not wanting him to realize how heavy I was.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

I froze. “I, um…you said to…am I doing it wrong?”

He gripped my thighs and pulled me right down. He took the full brunt of my weight across his strong thighs so my core, wet behind my panties, was lined up and pressed against his jean-covered erection. “There,” he said, staring into my eyes with a fierce determination. “From now on, if you’re in this club, this is where I want you. Right up on my cock like you own it.”

He was so hard beneath me. The instinct to grind on him was there, but I didn’t dare. I must have looked like a baby deer caught in headlights, all shocked eyes and too afraid to move, but I didn’t complain. The urge to shout ‘sandwiches’ had long passed.

He reached around me, grabbing a saltshaker and a tequila shot. He passed them both to me, and I shook the salt over the spot I’d licked on his neck, letting the little crystals stick to him.

“You’re gonna have this all down your shirt,” I laughed, watching some of it roll beneath his collar.

He grinned. “Good. You can lick it off me there too.”

Oh, sweet baby Jesus. I wanted to do that. His white T-shirt was so tight beneath his open cut, and the man’s stomach was as solid as marble.

I was definitely up for licking it if that’s what he wanted.

But there was a salt trail on his neck, and I was pleased for the excuse to put my tongue back on his skin. I dragged it up his neck again, and the salt exploded on my tongue. Reluctantly, I pulled back and downed the shot. The fiery liquid didn’t scald so much anymore, now that we’d had a couple, but I still looked around for something to chase it with. “Lime?”

War stared at me, eyes full of heat. He reached up, gripping the back of my neck. “No lime. I wanna taste that tequila on you.”

Before I could even comprehend what he was doing, he leaned forward and drew my head down at the same time. Our lips collided, his tongue instantly pushing inside my mouth.

I didn’t fight. I sank down into the kiss like I’d kissed the man a million times before.

His grip on my neck was punishing, but it only added to my arousal. I’d never had someone hold me so possessively, like if I even thought of trying to pull away, he’d drag me right back. Our lips moved together, fast and hard, and he kissed me like he’d been waiting a lifetime to do it and not just the hour I’d been here at the party.

He groaned into my mouth, never letting up the grip on my neck, but his other hand slid over my thigh to grab a handful of hip. At the same time, he thrust up, rubbing his erection against my core. “Fuck, baby girl. I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the moment I saw you in that dress at the club the other night. Why the fuck aren’t you wearing that dress now?”

I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or just the fact I was the center of his universe in that very moment, but it made me bold. “Because I’m clearly very stupid.”

He kissed me again, his fingers digging in and rocking me over his erection. “You know what I’d do to you right now if you were wearing that dress instead of jeans?”