He nods. “Yeah. I didn’t want to wait. And I didn’t care if anybody else was there.” He shifts his eyes between Ben and myself. “No offense.”
“Do my parents know?” Ben asks, his eyebrows lifting when Luke shakes his head. “Shit. My mom is going to kill you.”
“She’ll get over it,” Tessa says, coming up and standing next to Luke.
He wraps his arm around her as Mia and Beth filter into the group.
“This is how we wanted to do it. We can have a party or something if the families want to get together.” Tessa looks over at Ben. “Maybe if your deck ever gets finished, we can have it at your house.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “It’s almost finished.”
Ben laughs, pulling Mia in front of him, staring at me over the top of her head. “There’s nothing left but the stairs, right?”
“Pretty much. I’ll be over sometime tomorrow to get started on them. After five, probably. I’m going with Beth to volunteer at the soup kitchen first.”
All heads snap in my direction, including Beth’s. I ignore all but hers.
She touches my elbow, looking up at me with wide, curious eyes. “You want to go with me? Really?”
“Yeah. Can I?” I ask, suddenly feeling anxious about inviting myself to this.
Beth never asked me to go with her when she told me she was volunteering tomorrow. This could be something she doesn’t want me to be a part of. Talking about being homeless was difficult enough for her. Maybe she doesn’t want me to see what it looked like.
Shit. Why the fuck did I just blurt that out?
My arms fall to my side as I become very unsure. “If you don’t want me there . . .”
She wraps her arms around my waist, squeezing me tight. Her chin hits my chest as she smiles up at me. “I want you there. So much.”
“Quick. Someone take a picture of this.”
I glare at Tessa as I pull Beth against me. Everyone else is smiling, staring at me and Beth, acting like we’re some fucking exhibit at the museum they’ve all paid to look at.
Jesus Christ. What is the big deal?
The song changes overhead, something a little slower.
Mia spins and grabs Ben’s shirt, pulling him. “Let’s go dance, babe.”
“Angel,” he weakly protests.
Mia looks up at him with pleading eyes. “Dance with me.”
Sighing, Ben rubs a hand down his face, but lets Mia lead him out onto the floor. Tessa tugs against Luke’s hand.
“No fucking way.”
She puts her hand on her hip. “Really? Would you like me to go out there alone and let some sweaty creeper grind up against me? I’ll let them, Luke. If you don’t dance with me, I’ll, ah!”
Luke picks her up and carries her through the crowd, mumbling something about Tessa driving him crazy.
Laughing, Beth lifts her head from my chest and looks up at me. Her nose wrinkles. “We don’t have to dance if you don’t want to.”
I don’t answer her. Not with words anyway.
Grabbing her hand, I lead her through the crowd out into the middle of the dance floor. She spins around, putting my front to her back, and starts moving her hips, grinding her ass against my dick. I splay my hands over her flat stomach, moving with her. I don’t dance to shit like this, but I do know how to fuck, and that’s basically what we’re doing. She drops her head back against my chest, moaning when I dig my fingers into her hips. Her hands are in my hair, my lips are on her skin, kissing the line of her neck. No one is paying attention to us. I have no idea where Ben and Luke are with their women.
I want her. Right now. Right here.
My mouth presses against her ear as my hands move underneath her shirt. “Are you wet, sweetheart?”
She gasps. Her eyes roll closed. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to finger you right here?” I slide my hand an inch lower, teasing the top of her shorts. Her stomach clenches against my hand. “I’ll do it. I don’t care if anyone sees us.”
“No.”
“No?” I kiss below her ear. She shudders. “I think you’re lying. I think you want my fingers inside your tight little pussy so bad you fucking ache right now.”
She spins around and grabs my face, crashing her mouth against mine, devouring me. She bites my lip. “The only thing I want near my pussy is this dirty mouth.” She palms my cock. “And this. Do you ache for me?”
I groan, pushing more of myself into her hand. Fuck, Beth. “You know I do.”
Tearing through the crowd, I pull her down the dark hallway leading to the back exit. I could fuck her outside in the alley. Press her tight body against the brick and make her scream in the dark. Beth apparently has other ideas.
“Here.” She pulls my hand, stopping in front of the men’s room. “The women’s room will be packed.”
I swing the door open, only seeing one pair of feet.
Works for me.
Taking the farthest stall away from the occupied one, I lock the door and begin ripping Beth’s shorts off.
“Why didn’t you wear a dress?” I whisper.
She wiggles out of her panties and pops the button on my jeans. “Why didn’t you?”
“Funny.”
Lifting her, guiding her legs around my waist, I clamp my hand over her mouth, pull my dick out, and slide in the first inch.
So wet. Always so wet.
“Fuck, Beth. I need this.”
Her eyes roll closed. Moaning against my hand, she digs her nails into my shoulders, tilts her hips, wanting more of me, until . . .
“Mm.”
I freeze, not all the way inside her. Beth’s eyes flash open as her head tilts up, looking above us. I lower my hand as another moan comes from the occupied stall.
“Oh my God,” Beth whispers through a laugh. “Do you think he’s jerking off?”
“Oh, oh, mm,” a female voice softly cries.
My eyes widen. “Nope.”
Shit. We should’ve gone for the back exit. I could be buried balls deep inside her right now without a fucking audience.
I begin to pull out, figuring we’re done here. Beth tightens her legs around my waist and grabs my neck.
“Don’t. Keep going,” she urges breathlessly. Blush reddens her skin. Her eyes wander from my face.
Well, look at that.
I duck my head, forcing her to look at me as I slide my cock back inside her, as I give her exactly what she’s asking for. “Dirty girl,” I whisper against her hair. “You want to hear them while I fuck you? Are you gonna get off on that?”
Another moan has Beth clenching down on me. She lets out a ragged breath, drops her head back against the stall, and gasps when I thrust into her hard. “Yes, yes, I want it,” she softly groans, squeezing me so damn tight I feel it in my spine.
More noises ring out around us, but nothing I’m hearing comes close to the filthy sounds Beth is giving me. She grabs my face, kissing me, sucking on my tongue as her legs begin to shake. I fuck her harder, slapping her back against the stall.
A strangled groan resonates in the air. “Ben, your dick, God, I love it. Give it to me. Give me that massive cock.”
I suck in a sharp breath. No. No no no no no. Please, God, let there be another Ben in this club. Don’t let him say . . .