“We should move. We should find a dark corner.” Put us out of our misery.
“I agree. I’m so damn hard.”
My heart flew drunkenly. I was entirely caught in his web—wrapped up in lust and fire and seduction.
His voice caught, his thoughts turning dark and dismal. “But to move, I have to let you go. And I never want to do that. You’re mine forever. I know that. You know that. Shit, we knew that when we were kids. But we aren’t the first or the last to find this.”
I frowned, trying to keep up. “What do you mean?” I rolled my hips, despite my shyness, enticing his finger to slide deeper.
Oh, God …
“I mean everyone has someone designed for them, but very few people recognize it before it’s too late.”
I nuzzled into his delicious body. “It was never too late for us. We were never apart. Not really.” My nipples pebbled as he ran the tips of his left hand down my exposed arm. Having him touch me so sensually, surrounded by murmurs, stagnant humid air, and serenaded by the hum of insects, I’d never been more alive.
My skin prickled with heat. I wanted to wriggle out of my jeans and welcome Arthur into my body right here in front of the fire.
“You’re right. We were never apart.” Arthur nibbled my ear. “I think it’s time for us to leave, don’t you?” His finger dived inside me. I couldn’t help it—I moaned.
“Yes. I think leaving would be a very good idea.”
Kissing my cheek, his finger withdrew, drawing my wetness over my skin until his hand slinked from my jeans. “Screw goodbyes. We’re sneaking out of here.”
Sitting upright on his lap, I ran shaky hands through my hair. “Okay.” All I could think about was licking, joining, and coming. My eyes rose, locking on to Grasshopper’s.
Tapping ash from his cigar, he tilted his head, a smirk on his lips. The glow of the fire danced over his glossy mohawk and his expression said he’d watched what Arthur had just done.
I blushed, looking away. “Oh, crap.”
“Oh, crap, what?” Arthur asked. His eyes shot to where I’d been staring and a cocky smile spread his lips. “I get it. Horny bugger watched. Well, he knows he can call any woman on his speed dial and get laid tonight if he wishes.”
I narrowed my eyes, risking another look at Hopper. His baby blue gaze spoke of a man who had a lot to give and the intelligence in which to protect what he had.
“Perhaps he should get calling, instead of leering.”
Grasshopper raised his glass in a toast, a chuckle shaking his chest.
Pervert.
Then again, it was us who’d put on the show.
Blushing, I placed my bare feet on the grass. I’d kicked off my shoes a few hours ago and had no idea where they were. I pushed off from Arthur’s lap.
Arthur cleared his throat, his hand trapping my hips. “Give me a second. Fucking hard-on is refusing to deflate.”
I laughed, looking over my shoulder at his crotch. “You started it.”
“I had no choice. Your ass is too fucking perfect in those jeans. I’ve been hard all night thinking of peeling them off you.” His eyes dulled with pain and my desire faded a little.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Don’t you think the pain should’ve lessened by now?”
Arthur scowled. “Well, you picked a good subject to make me lose my fucking boner.”
My heart thudded at his sudden temper. “I’m only worried about you.”
“I don’t want you to be worried. There’s nothing to be worried about. Got it?” Breathing hard, he plucked me from his lap and placed me on my feet. I stumbled forward a little, landing straight into Mo’s arms.
“Whoa,” he said, grabbing my bicep as I balanced. One hand was wrapped around the neck of a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and he’d shed his cut so his black T-shirt showed off strong muscles.
“Thanks.” I pulled away, aware of Arthur climbing to his feet behind me. Mo was another singleton at tonight’s shenanigans. He’d been drinking all night, but he didn’t look intoxicated.
Actually, he looks sniper ready and focused.
He smirked, running a hand through his shaggy blond hair. “You guys can’t leave yet.”
“Why the fuck not?” Arthur growled, swaying a little beside me. His arm draped over my shoulders—not out of possession but support.
My heart went wild. Was his temper hardwired to the amount of pain he was in? Why had he suddenly switched?
Trying to be inconspicuous, I wrapped my arm around his waist and tucked my hand up the back of his T-shirt.
I froze. Oh, no.
His skin was slick with cold sweat. How long had he been in agony, ignoring his body’s need to lie down and relax?
Gritting my teeth, I said, “We’re leaving.” My voice shocked me with how curt it sounded. “I’m tired and want to go.” Hugging Arthur close, I wanted to help him but at the same time I wanted to hit him over the head for being so stupid. “Let’s go, Kill.”
Do you hear that I’m pissed with you?