Magic or Madness (The Wreck Me Duet #1)

FALLON

My hands are pinned to the headboard, and a satin ribbon is tied over my eyes, heightening the rest of my senses, but when I feel a slight tickle over my chest, it’s a sure signal that Ozzy is about to start teasing my nipples again.

My breath hitches when his tongue begins to swirl over the metal that has been pinching me with a twisted sense of pleasure for the last hour. I scream, loving the pain that comes when he lightly bites down, sending shots of electricity through me, and only strengthening my need for him.

To claim me, be inside me, something besides this cat and mouse game.

“Ozzy, please, I can’t take it much longer,” I whine, and instead of words, he makes a tsk sound with his teeth.

I wait as I hear him searching for something across the room, and I make the mistake of tugging at my restraints, causing me to wince at the pain from the metal handcuffs digging into my wrists.

“No patience, Bambi,” he whispers, climbing on top of me as his mouth hovers above mine.

I know he can feel how ragged my breaths are, how desperate my body is beneath his, but he doesn’t give me an ounce of relief.

His teeth sink into my neck, leaving small love bites along the delicate flesh near my collarbone and a growl comes from his throat, causing me to react, moaning ferociously against the dominant man who has me tied up, at his mercy, waiting until I beg in the right ways before he devours my body.

When we started this game, it was two hours until midnight, my official twenty-first birthday, but I feel like I’ve been here all night, Ozzy’s special form of torture.

“Only a little while longer,” he teases, leaving me completely alone while grabbing something from the nightstand.

A familiar buzzing fills the otherwise silent room, and my back arches against the bed.

“Now, you’re going to give me two orgasms before I turn this off in … exactly seven minutes,” he says, the dominance in his voice driving me wild.

“Yes, baby,” I say softly, my body waiting in delicious anticipation for the moment the vibrator touches my sensitive clit.

Seconds, maybe even minutes pass, and just as I think he’s playing another game, the silicone buzzes against me, flooding the room with my screams at the sudden pleasure flowing through my body.

“Good girl, Bambi. Look at you, absolutely fucking perfect when you’re tied up, just begging to be fucked,” he says with a pleasant hum in his voice as he fiddles with the setting on the toy, and the speed dramatically increases.

My entire chest is shaking, the slow rolls of pleasure forming in my belly, so close to boiling over and lighting the fuse on my first orgasm.

“That’s it, my beautiful girl. Fall apart, right here, right now,” he orders, and his words are the key to releasing what’s been pooled in my belly all night.

I yell his name as the orgasm hits me, my wrists writhing against the handcuffs and shooting fireworks through me. My breathing slows down as I ride out the high, the vibrator still humming against my skin and keeping me right on the cusp of another orgasm.

“Fuck,” I whisper, my ears ringing so loudly I can barely hear my voice.

“One more for me, you have three minutes left.” He teases my body again, trailing his fingers around my entrance, and the wetness pools exactly where he’s touching.

This game continues until he’s counting down the seconds, and my body tenses as I fall into oblivion, the sparks of pleasure stealing my ability to think, breathe, or speak.

I feel Ozzy release my hands, and he rubs the places where the metal cut into my skin while I’m frozen in place, tears escaping my eyes as the pleasure is so overwhelming, my entire body goes numb.

“Come here, my birthday girl ,” he purrs, slowly untying the ribbon until my vision returns, albeit blurry at first.

He holds me close until the feeling comes back into my hands, and I'm no longer paralyzed with pleasure.

“Are you okay?”

“Perfect.” I manage to kiss his cheek, the rest of my body still feeling like complete Jell-O.

“Happy birthday, Bambi!” He yells, a devilish smile on his face as I peek at the clock on the nightstand, showing three minutes past midnight.

That fucker brought in my birthday by making me cum, and I can’t think of anything better.

“Your first legal drink, madam.” He hands me a glass of champagne, clinking his glass against mine, and we sip the bubbly in a state of bliss, enjoying a moment that is truly once in a lifetime.

“It’s my birthday!” I squeal, the excitement finally breaching my post-orgasm bubble, and Ozzy shakes his head as I start jumping on the bed.

“Hey, little monkey, I’m not calling the doctor when you bust your ass off the bed. Come here,” he says sternly, wiggling a finger at me.

I defy his order, playing my role of a brat perfectly, and before I know it, he’s up here with me, bouncing along as if we’re on a trampoline.

I feel like a kid, not worrying about a damn thing as I fly through the air, the wind carrying me as I jump.

Finally, I breathlessly collapse on the bed, the exhaustion hitting me like a ton of bricks, and Ozzy helps me into one of his shirts and a pair of shorts.

“Come on, let’s get you some water.” He lifts me off the bed and I take his hand while he twirls me around, the curls framing his face in a nearly perfect way.

Just as I’m about to tackle him back into bed, he opens the door, and confetti is raining down on us both.

“Happy birthday!” The cheers ring loudly, and once the tiny papers clear my vision, everyone is standing in front of our room, with huge smiles on their faces.

“You could’ve said they were listening outside the door!” I swat Ozzy’s arm, but he shakes his head, clearly loving the thrill of the game.

“That wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?” I roll my eyes and make my way around to everyone, thanking them as Oliver cranks the music and declares this an official dance party.

Admittedly, I’m exhausted from my bed-jumping, and the mind-numbing orgasms, but you only turn twenty-one once, as they say.

“I’m proud of you, little sister,” Oliver says, pulling me in for a hug and dance.

“What did I do?” I laugh as he dips me down to the music, bringing me back up with one twirl.

“Look at this. Look around. All of us are getting along, living the way we have since Jacksonville. You made us a family, and this ratty old car dealership a home.”

I’m genuinely moved by his words, and I hate to take the credit, but I think he’s right. Since our trip, everything has been different, and we finally feel complete, like this is where the eight of us are meant to be.

“He’s right, Fallon. You brought us together.” Cami joins us, wrapping her arms around my neck from behind.

“Thank you, seriously. I’ve never felt like I belonged with a group of people more than you all,” I smile, and Cami lets me go, bringing me a fresh glass of champagne.

“Now, let’s drink until we crash!”

I shake my head, scanning the room for Ozzy until I see him leaning against the wall, eyes locked on mine. He nods, his attention directed toward Cami, and I offer him a wave before knocking back my drink and getting lost in the music.

It’s a half-hour past midnight and this is already the most wonderful birthday I’ve ever had, with the absolute best people this world has to offer.

My head is foggy, and my body feels like it’s shaking when I realize it is, and Ozzy’s trying to wrestle me awake.

“Go away,” I groan, but he’s relentless.

“No sleeping on your birthday, even if you stayed up until four a.m. in a champagne chugging contest with Camila,” he says sternly, and I attempt to hide under the pillows.

“Five more minutes,” I beg, but he grabs hold of my ankles, dragging me until I’m upright.

“There she is, my beautiful girl ,” he smiles, handing me a breakfast sandwich loaded with ketchup.

I can’t resist my favorite breakfast, made by the most gorgeous man on the planet, so I take a big bite, loving it when he cooks for me.

“This is perfect, thank you.” I kiss his cheek, and he wraps his arms around me.

“You’re in for a big day, Bambi, but first, your gift,” he says softly, pulling a black box from his pocket.

I wasn’t expecting presents, and I’m terrible at this kind of thing. Ozzy loves spoiling me, though, and I know it’s his personal mission to make this my best birthday ever, after I confessed I never had a birthday party as a kid. He’s been hellbent, making plans in secret and alluding to something I’ll never forget.

I tug at the tiny ribbon tied on the box, and when I open it, a small necklace sits on a foam insert, glimmering in the light.

It’s a silver coin, similar to the one I bought for Ozzy in Jacksonville, but this one is different.

“Greek Goddess Athena. The most powerful Goddess there was, with powers of wisdom and warfare. They say she was the most intelligent of her kind, and her gift to the people was an Olive tree, hence the branches along the edges,” he explains, and the tears slowly roll down my cheeks.

Not only did he take the time to learn about Greek mythology, but he knows I think of him as the God of the Sea, and he likened me to the most powerful Goddess.

Fuck , I don’t know how I got so lucky.

“This is beautiful, Ozzy. Thank you,” I say softly, letting him fasten the clasp around my neck.

“Powerful, yet wise. My Bambi,” he whispers in my ear, a hand coming around to grasp my throat.

“I love it, and you. You know, Athena and Poseidon were enemies, actually. They hated each other.” I break out the knowledge, and he slowly lowers his hands, trailing down toward my shorts.

“I willingly tortured myself with Greek mythology, and you’re telling me those two didn’t get along?” He peppers kisses on my neck, tilting my head to the side for better access, and I let out a soft moan.

“We’ll be the ones who conquer the world, all while being in love. Fuck , you’re too good to me,” I whisper, my words coming out breathy, but he only shakes his head.

“We’re a perfect match. You’ve had your breakfast, now it’s my turn.” He smiles wickedly, pushing me back on the bed with a little brute force.

I watch as he strips my shorts off in one motion, revealing myself to him before he’s taken off a single piece of clothing.

This is my favorite position to be in, when I’m completely on display for him, and he’s fully clothed. He always worships my body with his eyes, touch, and everything in between before he ever asks for anything in return.

I could wear the most expensive dresses, or be the hottest model on the planet with men fawning all over themselves for me, but nothing could compare to the beauty I feel when Ozzy looks at me like this.

“Fucking perfect,” he mutters, biting his bottom lip as his hands trail up my inner thighs.

I rest on my elbows, not missing a single second of this, and the buzzing in my ears is increasing as my anticipation draws higher.

His breath is warm on my legs, and when his finger brushes against my clit, I suck in a sharp breath while my eyes gently shut. I brace for impact, and when his tongue flicks against my entrance, he doesn’t hold back.

My hands roughly tangle in his hair, pulling him further down on me, and he thrives off my hold, furiously licking and nibbling on my clit until I’m panting, whining, and begging for more.

Ozzy dips two fingers inside me, crooking them until he hits my G-spot, and I can’t help the screams that echo throughout the room.

My breaths are ragged, and my hands release the grip on Ozzy’s hair, clawing them into the sheets and arching my back as the orgasm racks through my body.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” I whine, and he picks up his already fast pace while I grind against his tongue desperately.

“Cum all over my face, Bambi. Soak me,” he groans, his hands landing on my breasts, pinching my nipples between his thumb and index fingers.

The pain increases my pleasure, and that fire is growing in my belly, almost desperate to come to light. I'm so close to another orgasm, the shaking so intense, something I’ve never had happen so quickly, but it’s like my body won’t stop until it feels the sensation of another release.

My arms and legs go numb, and I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out.

“That’s it, Bambi. Give me everything,” Ozzy commands, and his words make me lose all control.

I feel my orgasm descend, and I soak his face, just like he asked. It’s a mess, but the waves of pleasure roll through my body and crash right back down, bringing to me heights I’ve never reached before.

“Holy shit, Ozzy.”

He climbs on top of me, pressing his hard body against mine while planting soft kisses on my neck

“You are absolute perfection, Fallon,” he groans, showering me with love and praise.

My body slowly comes down from the high he left me with, and I rest my head against Ozzy’s, matching my breathing with his.

“That’s four.” He recites, smiling with a devilish fire in his eyes.

“Four?” I brush his hair back, my fingers raking through his curls, and admiring the pure beauty in this man before me.

His dark brown eyes sparkle as he looks at me, and the scruffy facial hair he’s been growing has me in a chokehold. His lips are covered in my release, making his pink lips shine, and I lose myself in his features, not realizing he’s talking to me.

“Four orgasms so far, and I plan to at least double that number by the end of the day.” He caresses my cheek, bringing me back to reality.

“Birthday sex games?” I ask sheepishly, and he nods, that confidence radiating off him that I love so much.

“My Goddess deserves nothing but the best today.” He reaches for the Athena necklace dangling off my neck, pressing the pad of his thumb against the coin.

“What’s in store for the rest of the day then?” I muse, but he’s a closed book, not even giving me a single clue.

“Nice try, Bambi. For now, all you need to do is take a relaxing shower, and get yourself ready to go out.”

I don’t argue, or ask for more information, his lips are sealed, and I’m slowly coming around to the idea of being spoiled, at least for today.

It’s already late afternoon, and even though I slept the morning away, I couldn’t be happier.

Ringing in my birthday with my best friends was the craziest way to celebrate, as it’s never been a big day for me before, but I never want this feeling to fade. I think belonging to a family is the greatest gift I could’ve ever received, and something I’ll never take for granted.

“Birthday girl! Get yourself ready and make sure you look hot tonight!” Cami cheers, leaving the bathroom and pressing her body against mine in the narrow hallway.

“I’ll do my best.” I vow, letting her hand linger on my ass while I twirl a few damp strands of her hair around my finger, our faces inches apart.

“Find me later, when you need a break from Ozzy. I have something for you,” she breathes, turning on her heel, and walking away before I have a chance to process what happened.

Our connection hasn’t wavered since Jacksonville, but I purposely have kept my distance, terrified of taking things any further than flirting. Something about being with anyone other than Ozzy makes me panic like I’d lose him, even though he’s assured me that would never be the case.

Curiosity kills the cat, though, right?

I shake off the Cami thoughts and set the shower as high as it can go, lighting the candles set out and finding the perfect playlist to relax with.

I can always get down to a classic hip hop anthem, letting the bass drown through the speakers as the steam swirls around the mirror, fogging the small room almost instantly.

I take my time, enjoying the peace and quiet as the water cascades my skin, and no one is rushing me to get out.

The thing about living with seven other people is the lack of privacy, and it drives me insane. I love them all, and this home we built, but sometimes a girl could use an hour to shower, without interruptions.

Maybe being the center of attention for the day has its perks, after all.

I still have no idea where we’re going, or what we’re doing tonight, but after my shower, I spend a considerable amount of time on my hair, clothes, and makeup, finally ready by the deadline shouted at me throughout the last hour.

Finally, I give myself a last once over in the mirror, feeling satisfied by my choices.

I opt for a teeny tiny black miniskirt, paired with a white v-neck long-sleeve shirt that leaves little to the imagination and hugs my curves perfectly. My black tights and mid-calf boots complete the look, and I pinned my hair into a loose ponytail, abandoning the curls for tonight.

Overall, I feel fucking hot, especially with the Athena necklace shimmering against my chest, reminding me of the power I carry within me.

“Fallon, let’s go!” I hear from the living room, and I take a deep breath, ready for whatever this night has in store.

I grab my purse, strutting out of the room feeling like a million bucks, and when Ozzy’s eyes land on me, I feel butterflies soaring through my belly.

It’s a bit much for my taste, but you only turn twenty-one once, and after all he’s done for me already today, I think he deserves a little show.

“ Fuuuuck, Bambi . How many assholes do you think I can fight at once?” He groans, raking his hands through his curls, and my eyes are locked on his while my heels click against the tiled floor.

“I’d like to see,” I whisper as his arms latch around my waist, his big brown eyes never wavering from mine.

“I’m a mere mortal, in the presence of a true Goddess,” he says in my ear, sending prickles of heat throughout my body.

Someone clears their throat in the main room, and I’m reminded that we’re not the only ones here, breaking our embrace apart to rejoin reality.

Ozzy’s arm falls into place over my shoulder, and I lean into him, feeling on top of the world on my big day.

“You look so beautiful, Fallon. Happy birthday!” Pepper squeals, handing me a bouquet of lilac-colored roses.

“Fuck, Pep. You didn’t have to,” I say, pulling her in for a hug.

Months ago, I never imagined a girl like Pepper becoming someone I depended on, let alone enjoyed being around, but she completely won me over, and is one of the best friends I’ve ever had.

“Alright, fools. To the van,” Max says, his hand outstretched against the glass door, holding it open for us all like a true chauffeur.

“Max, our hero!” Oliver teases, and I shake my head, thanking him as I pass by, earning me a slight smile and a nod.

Ever since his sisters’ birthday, he’s been reserved, but I feel closer to him after the pain he carries was unveiled. He seems mysterious, jerky, and controlling on the outside, but deep down, he’s hurting just like the rest of us, if not more.

“Anyone want to tell me where we’re going?” I shout, but nobody answers, keeping their focus on anything but me.

I can’t stand not knowing things, and it is starting to grind on my nerves, but I let it roll off my shoulders, knowing how much effort Ozzy put into this day.

“Hey, my beautiful girl , relax. We’ll be there soon,” he whispers, squeezing my thigh.

“You’ve made this such a wonderful birthday, baby, I can’t thank you enough.” I kiss his cheek, teasing his lower lip with my thumb.

“Thank me after the festivities are over, Bambi, or at least while they’re still going on,” he laughs, and my confusion is at an all-time high.

Finally, the van pulls up to a building that looks dim-lit and secretive. The sign out front says Crescendo , and although I’ve lived here for two years, I’ve never heard of it.

“Alright, we’re here!” Max shouts, and everyone’s hushed whispers become loud cheers as we all pile out of the van.

“This is so exciting,” Pepper whispers, nudging between me and Cami and looping our arms together.

I’m still clueless, so I offer a weak smile and follow everyone inside, where the bouncer immediately checks our IDs.

“Birthday girl I see.” He motions at me, handing my license back while his eyes trail up and down my body.

I can feel the protective urge crawl over Ozzy, and his arm instantly drapes over my shoulder, keeping me close. I can’t fight the smile that escapes, knowing how much he hates it when men ogle me like perverts.

“Enjoy,” the bouncer says, opening the dark oak doors.

Finally, I know what kind of club we’re in, and my jaw hits the floor.

It’s a sex club .

Not a strip club, but a place where people come to explore their fantasies, kinks, and are free to express themselves as they please. I’ve heard about these places, but never thought I’d be inside one.

I take a moment to glance around, and the walls are painted a deep chestnut brown color, while all the decor and lighting are a shade of maroon, encompassing the feeling of desire that engulfs you when walking in.

“Surprise!” The crew yells, and I shake my head at them all, my mind completely blown away.

Of all the guesses I could’ve had, this wouldn’t have made the cut. Not because I’m a prude, but because I genuinely had no idea places like these were real.

“A sex club, really? This is quite the place to spend a birthday.” I laugh, and Ozzy kisses my cheek.

“Come on, Bambi, lighten up. There’s a lot more to be discovered than just the main room,” he whispers, but I shake him off, his read on me totally wrong.

“I’m light! This is the coolest place I’ve ever seen, look at those women. They’re dancing without a care in the world, feeling worshiped by the clients – it’s a place of freedom,” I say softly, my gaze fixated on the main stage, and the dancers occupying it.

“Boundaries?” Oliver clears his throat, and all attention turns to him.

“We’ll take privacy,” Ozzy says, and Lex nods in agreement.

“You can watch me all you want,” Cami interjects, and Oliver gives her a devilish grin.

“I’m sticking by the stage.” Journey walks away from us all, as if his plans are more important than ours.

I roll my eyes to his back and return my attention to the conversation happening in front of me.

“Privacy from what?” Everyone’s eyes land on me, and my cheeks feel hot, like I’m being perceived as young or naive, but I genuinely don’t know … oh .

It clicks into place, and I scrunch my nose at Ozzy, this is a sex club, after all.

“You want to have sex here?” I ask, my voice hushed and my cheeks certainly flushing various shades of embarrassed red.

“Let’s take it slow, okay? How about a drink and a little tour? I’m dying to see more than just the entryway,” he says, holding his hand out for me to take.

“A drink and a tour.” I lace my fingers into his, following his lead while everyone else disperses, and takes their own path through the club.

I try not to stare, but this place is fascinating .

Two guys lead a girl dressed in lacy lingerie through a set of double doors, which I assume are the backrooms, and they’re all laughing as they disappear beyond our view.

To my right, an older gentleman is flanked by two of the dancers, and he looks as if he’s the most powerful man in the room, his gray suit fading out in this otherwise decorated place.

“Hi, can I help you two with anything?” A hostess asks as we take our drinks from the bartender.

“It’s our first time, actually,” Ozzy answers, taking a step closer to me and ensuring I’m comfortable.

“Welcome! I’m Anna, can I show you around?”

We exchange a look, one that can be deciphered without words. Ultimately, Ozzy’s leaving the decision to me, and I nervously glance toward the oak doors I watched the throuple go through a few minutes ago, then back to the dancers on stage.

I’m so overwhelmed that I couldn’t possibly make a choice so soon into the evening.

“Um, no thank you. We’re free to explore on our own, right?” I clear my throat and nervously sip my drink, hoping she doesn’t see right through my clear role as an amateur.

“Of course. Just follow the signs and you’ll be taken to your heart’s desire.” She waves dramatically, smiling like she’s reciting a catchphrase, and escaping us faster than her claws latched on.

I let out a sigh of relief, thankful that I can be left alone with Ozzy.

“What would you like to do first, Bambi?”

“Can we dance?” I flash him my best smile, dimples and all, while knocking back my drink in an attempt to cure the nervousness flowing through me.

He doesn’t seem to notice, or at least, chooses not to point it out, leading us to the dance floor.

This is much different than a usual nightclub, the dancing is more sensual, and the women on stage captivate the room with each change of the song. They’re also in lingerie, which seems to be the dress code in this place, highlighting their bodies in ways that keep the crowd entranced, myself included. They all match, wearing either red or black lace, fishnet stockings, and very high heels.

Ozzy pulls me in close as the song slows down, the dancers exiting the stage for a break, and his smile is one I wish I could bottle up and keep forever.

“You’re very sneaky, Oswaldo,” I tease, and he groans, tipping his head to the sky at the use of his full name.

I wrap my arms around his neck, his hands meeting at my waist as we sway with the music. Our dance seems to last a lifetime, but cut short in the same breath, just like our first kiss at the diner.

“Isn’t it incredible?” He asks, his bottom lip folding between his teeth.

“Almost too much,” I breathe, the excitement sending a shiver through my body, reaching my bones.

“Are you ready to see the rooms? Some have signs allowing for watchers, others have ‘ Do Not Disturb ’ warnings,” he explains and I nod, feeling warmed up enough to allow him to lead us through those ominous oak doors.

Once we cross the threshold, I feel like a different person. I was always afraid of sex, of it feeling good and expressing that, but Ozzy has blown that door wide open. So much so that we’re in a sex club, and I can peek through the window, catching a glimpse at other couples expressing their passion.

They’re comfortable enough allowing strangers to watch their intimate moments, and I bask in the beauty their bodies make together.

“Ozzy, this is … wow ,” I whisper, and he squeezes my hand tighter.

“Freeing?”

“Yes. Absolutely freeing,” I say, feeling a little sheltered, yet alive at the same time.

“The bar is right down the hall to the left, I’ll meet you there? I need to use the restroom.” He points to the signs on the wall, and I follow his finger, making a mental note to check the signs as I go.

“Of course, baby. Do we have a room?” I ask nonchalantly, and he smiles, reading me like something out of a fucking romance book.

“Anything my Bambi wants, she gets.” He winks, disappearing around the corner.

After a few minutes, I stumble along, feeling the effects of the drinks I had, when I see a familiar face behind the glass.

Cami is by herself, in nothing but a lingerie set, lying across the mattress with a satisfied smile on her face.

Her tanned skin stands out against the white sheets, and her lacy outfit is a gorgeous shade of pink, flattering her body in a way that I could never achieve.

Just as I’m about to catch my breath and move on, her eyes flick to mine, and although I thought this room was protected by some kind of one-way glass, it’s clearly not. I watch as she sits up, ignoring the idea of a robe, and struts across the room, leaning her head out of the door.

“Come here, Fallon.” She waves me in, holding the door open for me.

My body gears into autopilot as I follow the crook of her finger, my attraction for her leading the way.

Admittedly, the drinks are strong here, much more than I’m used to, but alcohol isn’t the driving force behind my willingness to meet Cami in the room. It’s time to choose whether I’m all in or all out, and even though it’s public, this is my descent into a place I’ve been so fucking terrified to enter.

I’m ready to put this sexual tension to rest, my senses are on fire, on the brink of exploding at any second, and what better place to do it than a sex club, dedicated to this kind of exploration?

I’ve been battling this side of myself, afraid of so many things, but as I step into the darkened room, all of those fears seem to disappear.

“Hi, birthday girl,” she says softly, with a flirtatious smile on her face.

Her curly hair is in a loose ponytail, a few strands framing her face, and her hazel eyes are piercing right through me.

“Where’s Oliver?” I subtly ask, hoping we have privacy as I take in the features of the room.

There’s a shelf on the wall with a jar of condoms, bottles of lube, and a few fake plants for decoration. There’s a mini fridge, sink, and cabinets as well, and I can only imagine what’s inside.

“He went to refill my drink. I want to ask you something if that’s alright?” She steps closer, taking my hand in hers.

“Of course.”

“Am I crazy, or is there a level of desire between us? Because when I’m around you, Fallon, I want you . Now, we’re in this place where nothing is off-limits, and fuck , if it isn’t the perfect opportunity for us to explore this, each other, but I need to know if you want me, too,” she whispers, never taking her eyes off mine, and her words light a fire inside me that I have only ever felt with Ozzy.

Similar to the moment in the diner with Ozzy, I don’t think, I just react. I grab her by the waist and press her body to mine, she responds instantly, cupping her hands around my face, and our gaze locks, pure lust brewing behind those hazel eyes.

Every passing second feels like a lifetime, and when her lips hover above mine, I decide to take the plunge, and for the first time, I’m kissing a woman.

Cami wastes no time, her arms looping around my neck so there’s no space between us, and I part my lips, allowing our tongues to explore each other.

It’s soft and slow, different from how I kiss Ozzy, which is usually full of heat and dominance.

We break the kiss, her smirk telling me she likes it too, and whatever I was afraid of before is long gone now that I’ve finally submitted to the desire I’ve held onto for Cami all this time.

I take her hand, leading her to the bed in the corner of the room, and both of us land on the mattress with a bounce. My mind is swirling, but I’ve only been sure of a snap decision like this one other time in my life, and look how that turned out.

I want more of her, almost need more, because I’m not ready for this to be over.

“Can I kiss you again?” I check that she’s just as willing as I am, ensuring we don’t blur the lines of consent.

“Tell me when you’ve reached your limit,” she whispers, and I nod, our bodies tangling together and our hands roaming each other, exploring every inch we can.

She leans into me, kissing me again but with more force this time. Her hand yanks at my ponytail, and fire rises through me with her ability to be a little rough.

I run my hands along the curve in her hips, the only thing separating her skin from me is the lacy lingerie set she’s wearing, and she lifts her leg over mine, pulling us even closer than we were before. I tear my lips off hers, trailing light kisses on her cheeks and down her neck. Her head tips back, and a soft moan escapes her lips when I begin leaving small love bites on her collarbone.

“We have an audience,” she says, pointing at the window.

I glance over and see Ozzy and Oliver watching us, and an idea forms.

“Wanna give them a show?” I tease, and she bites her lip, her eyes trailing over my chest.

“May I?” Her fingers tug at the hem of my shirt, and slowly, she lifts the fabric over my head, tossing it on the floor and admiring my black lacy bra.

“ Fuck , Fallon. I see why he’s so protective,” she whispers directly in my ear, her hands reaching around and fumbling with the clasp.

Suddenly, I’m on display for her, and she doesn’t hesitate, wrapping her lips around my nipple and sucking gently. I lean back, giving her full access, and she climbs into my lap, her legs wrapping around my waist.

I grab her ass, pulling her even closer to me, and I can feel her smile as she switches from one nipple to the other, lightly biting as she grinds against me. Tilting her chin down, I look into her eyes, and I bite my lower lip, unsure of where my limit truly ends. Here I am, in the presence of a beautiful woman, and she smiles up at me, our mutual attraction boiling to the surface.

“Kiss me, Cami,” I whisper, and she locks her lips onto mine, her arms wrapping around my neck.

I may not be ready for the rest of what she has to offer, but kissing her is fucking electric, and I almost need that surging through me again.

She rolls her hips on me, and moans into my mouth, her body trembling against mine.

We stay intertwined like this for what feels like forever, and finally, I break our kiss, admiring her plump, kiss-bruised lips, trailing my finger along the bottom one.

“Sorry, Cami, I just …” I start to say, but she shakes her head.

“I’m good, Fal. That was better than I imagined,” she breathes, gently kissing me on the cheek before climbing off me.

I thought after we kissed things would get awkward or weird, but she seamlessly transitions from what just happened between us, handing me my clothes as she adjusts her lingerie and reaches for our drinks on the nightstand.

“Cheers, birthday girl,” she smirks, clinking her glass against mine.

We both down our drinks, and I nearly jump out of my skin when there’s a knock at the door.

“I think the boys want to join the party.”

I’m fucking trembling from the high I just chased, and my body prickles with nerves to see Ozzy, knowing that he watched me and Cami. Now that I’m back to reality, I’m fucking terrified that he won’t like what we did, or even love me less for enjoying it.

“Drinks? You ladies seem parched,” Oliver teases, and I laugh, taking the glass from his hand.

I listen as he praises Cami, calling her the hottest bitch in the club, but my eyes scan the room, looking anywhere but into Ozzy’s.

“Bambi, come here,” he says, that gravely low voice sucking me right in.

I smile, leaning into his arms and wrapping an arm around his neck.

“Don’t hate me, baby,” I whisper, pulling him down until his ear reaches my lips.

“Absolutely fucking never, Bambi.” His hand trails down my body, not stopping until he breaches my panties which are fucking soaked from the moment I just shared with Cami.

“She got you warmed up for me,” he groans in my ear, sending a shiver through my body.

There’s no way this is real life. I just hooked up with my friend, and my boyfriend is excited, noticing how turned on I am.

I attempt to focus on the conversation happening in front of me, but my mind is fucking wrecked from what just happened, I’m in a state of pure confusion, lust, and need.

I need my man to claim me as his after someone else’s mouth was on mine, it’s something I never knew was a turn-on, but right now, I need it more than oxygen.

My ears are buzzing, and my body is begging for his touch, roughness, and most of all, his words.

God , I need him to talk me through it tonight like never before. I’m an electric current, ready to burst with the slightest bump or breeze, so worked up that I’m barely hanging on.

He senses something within me, and his smile could be seen a million miles away, his lips turned upward in the most devious expression I’ve ever seen from him.

I hold my hand out for him to take, and he doesn’t hesitate, leading me toward the fulfillment of the ultimate fantasy, in a club that encourages nothing less.