“This can’t be happening,” I murmured, and quickly stepped back and shut myself in my office before Eli or the girls could notice me.

I’d been in Vegas for one reason. Business. After the meetings were over for the week, I’d gone out with a few guys to grab some drinks since we would be heading home the next day. We’d ended up in three different clubs, gotten more drinks at each one, and had hung out and danced with a group of girls we’d met at the last one . . . but I hadn’t seen Moon until we’d all started leaving.

Even as she danced between two guys, her eyes locked on mine and a teasing smile crossed her face. I’d told my group to leave without me, and had pulled her away from the men as if she’d belonged to me. Because that night, she had. It could’ve been the drinks, it could’ve been the music, but even in the club we’d been pulling each other closer and grabbing for each other like there was no one else there—I don’t remember even actually dancing. And when her sister came up saying they were going back to their hotel, I hadn’t stopped to think before telling her to come back with me.

I groaned and rested my forehead against the door as I remembered that night with her. Even though I’d been drunk, I could remember it with perfect clarity. Just like I could remember the feeling of disappointment when I’d woken up the next morning and she was gone.

I’d thought then that I would never see her again, and I had nothing other than the memory of her, and a tattoo of a black, crescent-shaped moon on her side, to help me find her again. I knew it would be impossible, so I hadn’t tried. And now? She’d more or less fallen into my hands.

I knew I needed to tell Eli that I already knew his nieces—one better than he’d probably like to hear. But I couldn’t. I didn’t believe in fate, but, shit, I wasn’t about to question how or why this was happening. I just knew I needed a chance to talk to her again, and if this was my chance, I would take it.

3

June 1

Liam

WE STUMBLED DOWN the hall, stopping every few feet so I could push her back against the wall, my mouth capturing hers each time. Her hands were searching under my shirt, her fingers tracing the lines of muscles in my stomach as I grabbed at her thighs and hips. The kisses had been rough and demanding in the elevator, but as we got closer to my room, they started changing. She stopped fighting for control of the kiss and started leaning into it instead. Her back arched off the walls, and she whimpered when I bit down and tugged on her full bottom lip.

I searched for the room key and struggled to get the door open without releasing her, and a giggle burst from her chest when we went stumbling into the room. She smiled that same teasing smile she’d flashed at me in the club before I was pushing her up against the wall and claiming her mouth again.

Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, she pulled up, and I quickly tore it off and dropped it on the floor before reaching for hers. When it joined mine, I made a trail of kisses down her throat and across her shoulder as I pulled down the straps of her bra and she unhooked it. Her breaths deepened in my ear as I moved down her chest and reached for the button on her shorts. She tossed her bra behind me as I slid her shorts down her legs and moved aside her underwear to run my fingers against her.

Her back arched off the wall and a soft whimper filled the entryway of the room, and I stilled when my fingers touched something hard on her clit. Everything since we’d gotten in the room had been rushed, but now I couldn’t move. My breaths were harsh against her chest as I curled my fingers against the metal, and she moaned.

I slowly lifted my head until I was looking into her dark blue eyes, and couldn’t stop the way my lips tilted up into a smirk when I asked, “What is this?”

Heat filled my veins when I rubbed my fingers over it again, and she bit down on her lips to stop another moan. “Piercing,” she whispered through her heavy breaths.

Fuck. Me. “Do you know how sexy you are?”

“Do you know how badly I need you to keep moving your fingers?”

I laughed loudly and pulled her away from the wall to walk her farther into the room. Once her legs hit the bed, I pushed her gently down and grabbed her underwear to pull it off. She slid toward the middle of the bed, spreading her legs as she did, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I knelt on the bed between her legs.

“Fuck,” I murmured. Running my hand over her bare, wet lips, I played with the ends of the barbell before leaning forward and sucking it into my mouth.

She cried out and her hands flew up to grab my hair as I licked her from entrance to clit, before hardening my tongue against the piercing. I’d never known anyone with one, and had never been with a girl who kept herself bare either. Both were hot, especially on her, and I couldn’t stop from sucking on her clit and the piercing again. Her fingers curled into my hair as her body began shaking and then falling apart on the bed, and her hands held my head pressed against her as I rode her through her orgasm.

She released my hair and started pulling on my arms, and I crawled up her body. And like earlier in the club, our hands started searching for each other. Pulling each other closer, touching everywhere, trying to get closer. I’d never felt like I’d needed to get closer to a girl—I’d never felt like I had to make her mine. Sex—no matter how different the position or girl—had always just been sex. But this girl? I needed all of her. And as she gave me more of herself, and slowly gave up fighting for control, my body roared with a need to make her mine—to let everyone know she belonged to me.

My head fell back against the bed when we’d gotten my jeans and boxer briefs off, and she took me in her hands. No matter how amazing her hands felt on me, I wanted more. Flipping us over so she was on her back again, I parted her legs with my knees, and kissed her slowly as I moved my cock over her piercing. She whimpered and her fingers dug into my back a few minutes later, and her eyes locked on mine as her rapid breaths became uneven. Just because I’d never been with a girl who pierced her clit, it didn’t mean I hadn’t heard enough about it. And from the way she’d instantly fallen apart the first time and was on the edge of another orgasm right now, it wasn’t hard to see it served its purpose. I was officially in love with that fucking piercing.

“Oh God, I . . .” She moaned as her body began vibrating again, and the moan turned into a sharp cry when I quickly thrust inside her.

She gripped my back as I moved inside her, alternating between hard and fast thrusts and slow, torturous movements, taking me all the way out only to slam back into her. She breathed for me to go faster, and a shudder worked through my body as I tried to hold off on my own release. I wanted to give her what she wanted, but I knew what I was doing was driving her crazy, and I loved watching her. Throughout the entire time I would tease her clit for a few seconds before backing off it completely. By the time I dropped my head into the crook of her neck as I came inside her, she was whimpering and digging her nails into my shoulders, to the point where I had no doubt there would be marks. But I wasn’t done with her yet.

I rested my body on top of hers, and kissed her gently before moving my lips down her throat and over her collarbone. Leaning back, I went down her chest to the swell of her breasts, and spent minutes torturing her nipples as I hardened inside her again. I slowly began moving my hips, and everything about this time was different. My body never moved from pinning hers to the bed. Every movement was slow and in sync as I moved one of her legs to wrap around my waist.