The rehearsal dinner was winding down, but the tension between Kyle and Alena hadn't loosened all night. Kyle leaned against the bar, nursing his whiskey, watching her from across the room. His brother's fiancée. Five foot nothing, curves that made his jaw tighten every time she moved. That dress—black, tight, riding up her thighs when she laughed at some bullshit his brother said. Alena felt his stare. She always did. She flicked her dark hair over one shoulder and met his eyes, lips parting just enough to tease. Two years older than him, just enough to make it worse. Kyle exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. This wasn't supposed to happen. He shouldn't want her this bad. She crossed the room, hips swaying, stopping just close enough for him to catch her scent—vanilla and something darker. "You're staring," she murmured, fingers brushing the condensation off his glass. He caught her wrist. "You like it." The corner of her mouth lifted. "Maybe." His grip tightened. The air between them turned thick, dangerous. Someone called her name. His brother. Alena pulled away, but not before sliding her thumb over his knuckles. The game was on.
Kyle didn't let her go far. As she turned to leave, he tugged her back into the shadow of the bar, out of sight. His hand slid around her waist, pulling her against him—hard enough to feel the hitch in her breath, the way her hips pressed into his thigh. Alena bit her lip, eyes flicking toward the sound of his brother's voice, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her fingers curled into his shirt, nails scraping over his chest. "Someone could see," she whispered, but her other hand was already slipping between them, tracing the rigid outline of his cock through his pants. Kyle groaned low, grinding against her touch. "Then be quiet." Her laugh was breathless as she leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "Or what?" His hand slid down, under the hem of her dress, fingers finding her bare skin. No panties. Just warm, slick heat. Alena gasped as he stroked her, thighs tensing. "Fuck—Kyle—" He swallowed her moan with a rough kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth the same way his fingers worked her clit—relentless. The risk was half the thrill.
Kyle's fingers slid deeper, two thick digits pushing inside her with no hesitation. Alena arched into him, a sharp cry muffled against his mouth as he fucked her with slow, punishing strokes. Her nails dug into his shoulder, her other hand still gripping his cock through his pants, squeezing hard enough to make him hiss. "Christ, you're wet," he growled, twisting his fingers just to feel her clench around him. She rocked against his hand, her breath ragged. "Because of you." He chuckled darkly, dragging his thumb over her clit again, watching her thighs tremble. "You think this is enough?" Before she could answer, he spun her around, pressing her front against the bar. His palm smacked her ass—once, sharp—before yanking her dress up entirely. The cool air hit her bare skin, followed by the rough drag of his zipper. Alena barely had time to brace before he was inside her, driving deep with one brutal thrust. She gasped, fingers scrambling against the polished wood as he set a ruthless pace, each snap of his hips pushing a choked moan from her throat. "Still want to play games?" he muttered against her neck, biting down. She could only whimper in reply.
Kyle didn't let up, slamming into her with bruising force, his grip tight on her hips as he fucked her against the bar. Every thrust dragged a desperate sound from Alena's lips—half-moans, half-pleas—her body jolting forward with each snap of his pelvis. The wet slap of skin on skin was obscenely loud in the shadowed corner, but the danger of being caught only made her clench tighter around him.His hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back as he leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. "You love this, don't you? Taking my cock where anyone could walk in?"Alena's breath hitched as he reached around, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing rough circles just to feel her shake. She couldn't answer—could barely think—her thighs slick with her own arousal, her toes curling off the floor as he drove her closer to the edge.Kyle groaned, pistoling into her harder, his own release building. "Gonna come all over me?" he gritted out. "Do it."Her climax hit like a strike, her body locking around him as she cried out, her nails scraping the bar. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep with a growl, filling her as she shuddered beneath him.Neither of them moved for a long moment, still tangled together, breaths ragged. Then his hand slid possessively up her spine, lips grazing her shoulder. "Now let's see how quiet you can be for round two."
