Rascal (Rascals Book 1)(35)

I caught glances from Sawyer and Chase, but I ignored them. Thankfully, Liam was still entertaining the crowd, and Dante was doing the good work of shooting daggers at the group of guys who had approached Hayley and her friends. I knew it was only time before he’d put down his whiskey and chase those punks away. My friends knew their job. My sister would be annoyed, but it was for her own good.

“It’s pretty damn amazing,” I confirmed to Alex as we got her a drink from the bar.

“It’s a big night for you.” She gave me another dazzling smile.

It was a big night. But I was hoping it would end with Alex in my arms and me in her bed. Just looking at her made my entire body ache. And as the night went on, it became increasingly difficult to keep my hands to myself.

“Are you waiting for someone?” Alex asked, catching me looking at the door.

“No,” I told her, but that wasn’t really the truth.

I had invited my parents, but it looked as if they weren’t coming. I tried not to be disappointed—I knew my father didn’t approve of the bar, so why would he come to the opening? It was stupid to hope for something that would never happen, like for my parents to accept me for who I was.

Why did I keep hoping that would change?

“Is everything OK?” Alex murmured, obviously sensing my distraction.

I pushed my parents out of my head and focused on the beautiful woman in front of me.

“Everything is great,” I told her.



A few more hours later, I was so turned on that I couldn’t even think straight. Hayley somehow had taken over the music and was playing some pop hits. The center of the bar had cleared, making a make-shift dance floor where most of the female guests were dancing. Alex included.

And I couldn’t look away. She shimmied and swayed out there, moving her gorgeous hips to the beat, tempting me with each swing of her perfect ass. After a few more songs, I realized I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m heading out,” I told Chase. “Call me only if there’s an emergency.”

“Sure thing, boss.” He gave me a cheeky grin.

I gave him the finger.

Then, I practically dragged Alex off of the dance floor.

“I want you,” I told her, my voice rough in her ear as I pressed against her from behind.

She melted into me, her hand going to the back of my neck, holding me close.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she practically purred.

We made it to her apartment in record time.

As soon as the door was shut, I had her in my arms, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around my waist. She settled against me, soft where I was hard, and I groaned at the sensation.

“Where’s your bedroom?” I practically growled.

“You’re standing in it,” she told me, and I looked around to find that her bed was only a few feet away.

I had never been so thankful for a studio apartment. Carrying her over to the bed, I lay her down on the sheets and followed her, spreading my body over hers. I kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her, unable to get enough.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I groaned, pulling back to look at her.

Her golden hair was spread across her pillow, her lips red and swollen from my kisses, her eyes sultry and dark. I kissed her again, this time taking my time, my tongue thrusting against hers, setting a slow, steady rhythm.

I wanted to take my time with her, but my body was already on edge. I needed her. I needed to bury myself in her, to lose myself in her.

My hand went to the bow at her waist, and I gave it a firm tug. Immediately the silky fabric untwisted from its knot and the entire dress fell away, revealing Alex in a matching lace thong and push-up bra.

“Fuck,” I managed, taking her in.

“You next,” she moaned, reaching for my shirt.

Her fingers made quick work of the buttons, pushing my shirt off of my shoulders and arms, her hands dancing across my bare skin as she went. Our clothes were tossed across the room as she fumbled with my belt. Her fingers brushed against my cock, which was straining against my zipper, and I nearly came right then.

Instead, I pushed her hands away and quickly rid myself of my pants. Now we were just in our underwear, thin layers of cotton and lace separating our bodies. I quickly retrieved a condom, which Alex plucked from my hand before I could do anything else.

“Strip,” she ordered, and I did as she told.

Her eyes widened as I stretched out naked beside her, and my masculine ego swelled—other parts of me did, too. Ripping open the condom packet, she rolled the latex onto my cock. I gritted my teeth as her fingers covered me. I wanted to last, and she was making that damn near impossible.

So the moment the condom was on, I made quick work of her bra and panties, stretching out on top of her. Alex eagerly wrapped her arms around me, and the end of my cock nudged against her wet center.

Dipping my head, I took her breast in my mouth, unable to go another moment without tasting her. She arched her back, gasping as I teased her with my tongue and teeth. Then I lavished attention on her other breast, her hands wild in my hair.

“More,” she cried out, her legs opening to make room for me. “Please, Emerson, I need more.”

I obliged, positioning myself at her entrance. Then, with one smooth thrust I was inside of her. We both groaned at the unbelievable pleasure. For a moment I couldn’t move. I just wanted to savor the feeling of being inside of her. It was more than I could have ever expected, the tight friction and heat.