Free Seven by Amy Marie Page B

‘officially’ meet you.”
    “The one and only.” She smiles. “And you must be Jared.” The table gets quiet and I feel Casen tense up next to me. Trinity and I start to laugh. She thinks she is funny. “I’m just playing with you, Casen,” she tells him, taking a seat next to me. “Em must not have told you; I like to joke around.”
    “She didn’t,” Reece chimes in. “Or how sexy you are. Hi, I’m Reece.” His smile widens, and she immediately swoons. I try hard not to throw up. I wanted Trin here for support, and now I’m pretty sure she is going to end up fucking Reece.
    She leans over the table and places her hand in his. “Trinity.”
    After a few minutes of nonsense chit chat, I feel Casen’s hands start to wander. His fingers have made their way to my hips and slide further north just underneath my shirt. They gently graze over my bare skin. It’s like he knows all of my turn ons. The ministrations are so distracting, I hardly hear a thing that anyone is talking about anymore. It feels so good, so relaxing that I almost forget where I am.
    His breath caresses my ear. “Do you like that?”
    I nod and his touch gets gentler. Like his fingers are ghosting over me and I feel a shiver run up my spine. The music starts to play, and Casen stands up, requesting we dance together. I don’t hesitate because dancing is one of my favorite things to do.
    The lights dim as he pulls me onto the large dance floor and immediately has my arms wrapped around his neck. Our foreheads touch and our noses are an inch apart. I close my eyes, letting the beat filter through my body. He returns his hands to my hips but this time both of them grip me. My hips sway without thinking and I’m immediately impressed with how well he can move. He pulls me in tighter and places a light kiss on my lips before turning me around. My head falls back against his chest and I open my eyes, finding Trinity and Reece just a few feet away from us.
    He has her in the same position but she has no interest in looking anywhere but back towards him. My body stiffens. I want to warn her. To tell her to stay the hell away from Reece Craig. He is very bad news but when Casen’s lips find my bare shoulder, I lose any coherent thought in my head, and remind myself to talk to her before she does anything stupid, like leave with him.
    “That was quite the little stunt you pulled at the fire station,” he rumbles in my ear before taking a nip at it.
    Tilting my head to the side I find his eyes. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
    His pupils dilate. “We could have been caught.”
    My nipples harden at the thought. “That’s ok.”
    He stares for a moment before bringing me back around. “Does that turn you on, Embyr? Thinking someone might catch you doing something dirty.”
    The moment it leaves his lips I flash through all my sexual experiences since high school: the frat guys in the hot tub, the university’s football field, and the unlocked bathroom doors. I guess it does turn me on. I wonder if, for some sick and twisted reason, what happened in high school played any role in it.
    Casen doesn’t wait for my answer before his hand crawls higher up my shirt, making sure it stays down and covers my breasts when he tugs down the cup of my bra. In an instant, my peaked nipple is between his fingertips, and a moan escapes between my lips. The pull of it thrills me. The pleasure of the pain is euphoric. Never have I felt this wonton or cared less if someone sees us.
    I was screwing Patrick for a while and I never allowed him to bring me anywhere close to the brink of an orgasm but I know if Casen tried, even just a little bit, my body would come for him like a rocket.
    “Six weeks, Embyr,” he tells me as he pulls the other cup of my bra down, giving the other breast some attention. “I noticed you six weeks ago, and I’ve craved you ever since.” He runs his hands down my stomach after covering my tits back up, hooking his