Wardrobe Malfunction(42)

“Ha! Says the man who came to the bar he knew I was going to. The only new bar on Sunset.”

“Are you saying, I followed you here?” He gives me an affronted look.

Keeping my eyes on him, I tip my head to the side, a smile teasing my lips. “Well, didn’t you?”

His arms fold over his chest. “Technically, I didn’t follow you. But…yes, I did know that you might possibly be here.”

“Aha! I knew it! You little stalker!” I laugh, secretly feeling thrilled that he wanted to see me tonight.

“It was my cock,” Vaughn says. “He smelled your scent and followed you here. He’s a needy bastard like that.”

Laughter bursts from me.

He smiles, his eyes shining.

“You’re weird.” I laugh.

“It turns you on though. Admit it.”

I measure out an inch with my thumb and forefinger.

“I hope you’re not sizing up my cock there, Pins, ’cause I’m gonna be seriously offended if you are.”

“Stop it.” I laugh, playfully pushing my hand to his chest, feeling giddy from the drinks.

He moves a little closer to me. “Are you drunk?”

“No. I’m only on cocktail number three.”

“Good.” He leans in close. “Because I like my women to be alert when I’m fucking them.”

“Them?”

“You.”

My stomach clenches, and I feel my panties getting wet, making me press my thighs together.

His eyes skim down my body. “I like the dress and the heels, but I miss the boots.”

I press a hand to my dress. It’s one I made myself. A red lace body-con dress. Him saying he likes it makes me feel good even if he does know zero about women’s fashion.

“The boots needed a rest. I wore them all day.” I flash him a smile.

He leans in again, speaking into my ear, “I want you wearing the boots later. Them and nothing else.”

He tips his head back and stares into my eyes, taking a swig of his beer, and I nod my head in agreement, like an eager puppy.





Vaughn


I swear to God, this night is never going to be over.

I’ve wanted to leave the bar since I saw Charly.

I knew she was down there. Of course I knew. But I wanted her to see me and come to me.

And she did.

We’ve all been drinking and talking and dancing for hours. Well, I’ve only had a few beers. I don’t like to get too tanked, and I need to be in good working order, as I plan on spending the rest of the night inside Charly.

I’ve noticed that Charly has slowed her drinking down, too.

I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off her all night. I just want to be alone with her. I haven’t been alone with her since she first arrived and we spoke for a few minutes. After that, she was off dancing with Ava and chatting to people she knew from the cast.

I just want to pick her up and carry her off, so I can have her to myself.

And thank fuck we’re finally leaving.

I’m going to grab Charly, put her in my limo, strip her clothes off, and fuck her all the way to her hotel. Then, I’ll get her inside her hotel room and fuck her all over again.

My dick has never been so eager.

“So, we’re leaving then?” Gabe slaps me on the back. He’s drunk, of course.

“Yep.”

“Cool. Well, I told my driver to take the night off, so we’ll grab a lift back with you. Is that cool?”

No, it’s not fucking cool. It’s not fucking cool at all.

I know my expression has gone tight, so I school it. “Sure,” I say with a casual tone.

He stares at me for a beat and then laughs, his eyes sparkling. “Cool.” He pats me on the shoulder. “I’ll let Julian know we’re leaving. The others are heading off to a club.”

I watch him walk off, cursing the motherfucker to hell.

A hand touches my arm. “So, we’re gonna head off.” Charly’s voice comes close to my ear.

I turn to her. God, she’s fucking gorgeous.

“Ava’s drunk. I need to get her home.”

“Sure thing. I was planning on getting you in my limo and doing all kinds of dirty things to you in there, but fucking Gabe has just invited himself and Julian for a ride home.”

“It’s fine.” She smiles. “I’ll grab us a cab.”

“No. I’m in the limo. I’ll have Aiden drive you guys home.”

“You sure?”

“Course.” I move in closer, leaving a sliver of air between us. I love the sound of the breath she sucks in at my nearness. “But I’m dropping you off last. Then, you and I are going back to your hotel. Okay?”

“No.” She shakes her head.

“No?” I frown.

“Drop me off first. Well, I mean, drop Ava off first, then Logan, and then me, and—”