“How is anyone this rich?” she whispers.
“Tex, you’re this rich.”
“I…well…whatever. Shut up. Still, I would never spend millions on walls.”
“What would you spend millions on?” I ask.
She stops and thinks for a second. “Chocolate.”
“Chocolate?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You do know a large chocolate bar only costs like two pounds, right?”
“I’m not a princess! I know the price of chocolate and bread and milk and condoms.” She gives me a smug little grin, turns on her heel, and heads to the bar.
I know the price of condoms, too. I have enough of them. None have been used since I started to grow even closer to her on the tour.
Wait, what the fuck? Is that right?
She’s ruined me. She’s actually ruined me.
I follow her in a daze. Growing up, I always thought the only person with the power to change me was myself. Without meaning to, without any knowledge of it, Texas has changed me.
I look around the room at the women dancing in tiny outfits. They’re beautiful, there’s no denying that, but that’s where it ends. They’re just beautiful. Texas is…there isn’t even a word for it. She is my idea of perfection.
“You coming?” she asks over her shoulder. Her eyes are playful, and she knows exactly what her flirting is doing to me.
Damn tease.
Without thinking, I’m moving toward her, chasing her.
She stays by my side through shots and beer and some odd-looking blue cocktails that keep appearing.
As far as after-parties go, this one is awesome. Carver really knows how to do it right. I don’t think there’s a single sober person in the room, and most of them are dancing on the makeshift dance floor.
Despite her promise to her dad to take it easy, Tex is wankered and thoroughly enjoying herself. Coop is fucking some girl upstairs, and Milo’s necking a girl over by the bar. Thankfully, these parties are the what-happens-here-stays-here kind.
My boys really are sluts. I’m so proud.
Was I ever that bad?
You know the answer to that. You have no idea what your number is.
Tex falls into my chest, laughing, and wraps her arms around my neck. Her body pressing up against mine is doing nothing to help cool my red-hot blood.
“Dance with me,” I rasp into her ear, gripping her hips.
I remember the last time we danced together.
“Mmhmm,” she murmurs against my skin.
The sound vibrates down south.
She’s going to fucking kill me—or Mark is.
Texas and I have not spoken about keeping the things that have happened between us a secret, but we don’t need to. Right now, we’re not being very secretive. I’m so glad Mark and Jimmy decided to call it a night earlier. Will took some girl back to his hotel room, so I’m left with Milo and Cooper. Their allegiance is to me, so even if they see me with Texas, they won’t tell.
Tightening my grip of her hips probably a fraction too tight, I slowly walk her backward. She looks at me with hunger in her eyes, and despite going backward, she doesn’t stop watching me.
Bad idea.
We reach the middle of the crowd, which seems to have doubled in size, and I pull her flush with my body. Her hands go to my neck, and she sways her body against mine to the beat of the music.
It’s hot and sweaty in here, but I couldn’t give a fuck. Texas is maddening. I know I’m losing myself in her, and part of me doesn’t care about the consequences. I want her badly, and it’s becoming impossible to hold off.
She captures her bottom lip between her teeth, and my dick thickens. I run my hands around to her arse and below those sinful leather shorts. Texas should always be in leather.
I spin her around because she’s too tempting, and I wrap my arms around her waist. This position was supposed to take some of the heat out of being pressed up against her, but she arches her hips and presses her arse against my crotch.
“Fuck,” I hiss into her ear, digging my fingers into her waist.
Over the obnoxiously loud beat of the music, I hear her groan. Her head lands on my shoulder, and she rolls her hips again.
I close my eyes and bury my head in her neck. Lowering a hand, I dip inside the waistband of those shorts, and she claws my forearm. There are too many people for the size of the dance floor, so although we’re surrounded, we won’t be caught. Besides, the lighting is dull and smoky, hiding multiple sins happening in this room.
Lowering my mouth, I lick along her neck, and she bucks her hips, demanding more. I’m only too willing and so fucking ready to give her more, to give her everything.
Impatient, she pushes my hand, forcing it down. It’s sexy as hell, and I waste no time in granting her request. I slip down further and moan as I find her hot and wet and ready.
“Yes,” she cries, tilting her head to the side.