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under her skirt. Her hands slide down to my shoulders. I hum in approval as her fingernails bite into my flesh. I can feel the sharp sting even through my clothes. This girl is going to be a fucking wildcat in bed. I push my hand between her legs. I work my three fingers between the thin fabric and her heated center.
    “Spread your legs slightly, sweetness.”
    “What are you doing?”
    “I’m going to finger your hot little pussy.”
    “Right here?” she asks, but she doesn’t sound scandalized at all. There might be a hint of fear in her words, but it’s the excitement in her voice calling to me.
    “Right here. Right now.” When her legs spread just a mere inch, I smile in victory and reward her by taking her mouth and kissing the hell out of her.
     

 
     
    I thought I’ve been kissed before. I haven’t . That much is clear the minute his lips take mine. His tongue dives into my mouth without asking for permission. He seeks, plunders, and owns me with just the warring of his tongue against mine. I concede. I give him victory. There’s no way I could fight it. He dominates me and I can’t stop the whimper of unhappiness when he pulls away, taking his wicked tongue with him. I follow it, needing more, already addicted to the taste of him.
    “Fuck,” he whispers.
    Slowly, I open my eyes to look up at him. He’s so beautiful, he makes my pussy clench in need just from the look on his face right now. His hair is a cross between light brown and a hint of gold. It’s clipped short, but the top is long with the ends curly and lying lazily on his head. It invites a woman to run her fingers through it—a woman like me . His eyes are green, but not like mine. No, these are real, and they sparkle. I can see the color glisten even in this dark corner. They sparkle with a joy that says he doesn’t have a care in the world. I want to experience that for just one minute. I want that look . What would it feel like to not have worries? To not have people depending on you to keep them safe? To never worry about monsters lurking in the darkness? What would that feel like?
    My sister is going to kill me, but I’m going to sample this long, tall drink of sin standing before me. Bethie wouldn’t understand, but then again… I’m not my sister. My life has never known a moment of certainty in it. She at least had that for a while. That’s just not in the cards for me. So, if I can find joy in the arms of a man, I will, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do tonight.
    Bethie hasn’t said, but I’m pretty sure Skull is the only man that she has ever opened her legs for. The bad part of that is, I don’t think she will ever allow herself to be available to anyone else ever again. Guys flirt with her all the time and she doesn’t even notice. I got after her about it once, but she told me all she had time for was Gabby. The sadness in her eyes called her a liar, but I let it pass. I keep hoping that maybe someday she will heal.
    I pull my attention back to the man in front of me. His fingers are gently brushing back and forth against the wet lips of my pussy. They don’t try to slip inside. No, instead, he just uses them to lightly pet my pussy in time with the music. It’s a small tease, forecasting what’s to come, and it sends delicious chills running through my body.
    “What are you thinking about, sweetness?”
    “You.”
    “Now, I don’t want to call you a liar,” he says, “but your face went a million miles away. That’s okay. I know just what to do to bring you back to me.”
    “Is that so?” I ask, trying to ignore how perceptive he is.
    “Definitely.”
    Then, I feel his fingers brush against my slick clit. My breath lodges in my chest and I can’t help but look around. People are dancing just a few feet away from us. I’m in a room with hundreds of people, and when I feel his fingers glide down my wet pussy into my opening, I don’t make one protest.
    “You’re so fucking wet. I could