Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“I don’t know which one I like more,” Connor muses, watching.
They’re all the same, I want to say, but I hold my tongue.
“What do you say we swap halfway through?”
“What do I say?” I chuckle through a sip. “What do they say about it?” Tasha’s rage would go nuclear if my gaze so much as inadvertently skimmed one of her girlfriends. I made an offhanded swinging joke once, and she didn’t talk to me for almost a week.
“Oh, they’re down. Sherrie already said as much.”
“Damn.” This city really is something, or maybe this is what single life is like. I’m not against it, but neither of them is doing it for me. “Why don’t you take both, and I’ll take our server instead.”
His brow arches knowingly. “The paint, right? You wanna leave fingerprints.”
“All over her.”
Sherrie notices that we’ve returned and waves at the row of shot glasses on the table. “Look what our waitress brought over to apologize for taking so long!”
They’re all empty.
I lift one to sniff it.
“Tequila!” They both shout, lifting their arms over their heads.
Connor and I share a glance—one that says neither of us is getting laid tonight, unless it happens soon.
“I was just thinking the same thing.” He nods to my glass. “Drink up.”
Georgia’s hips sway as she rounds the table. Still dancing, she runs her hands from my stomach all the way to my chest, her fingertips curling around the collar of my shirt. “You took too long.”
Not more than ten minutes, but in drunk-girl time, I guess that’s forever. “You should have water.”
“Hmm …” She’s so close, all I can smell is her lotus flower perfume. “I don’t want water. Do you know what I do want?”
I chuckle. “I think I can guess.”
She steps in close enough to grind against me. Her eyes sparkle. “It looks like someone’s excited to see me.”
Or just excited, thanks to Becca.
My hands are occupied so I can’t do much when Georgia’s fingers slide over the hard ridge in my pants, rubbing back and forth.
“You’re a big boy,” she purrs into my ear, and my dick jumps, like a lap dog responding to praise. With a giggle, she draws my zipper down and slips her hand inside to grip me, the warmth of her palm through the cotton of my briefs bringing a soft groan to my lips. I glance over to see Sherrie push Connor back into the lounge chair and climb onto his lap, her short skirt riding up to show the black lace of her G-string. All around us, people are in their own worlds, laughing, dancing, semicovertly sniffing lines of coke off side tables. I wonder if it’s this place or Miami in general, but no one seems to care who’s watching.
And truthfully, I don’t care much either. I suck back half my drink, knowing I’m going to have to finish Georgia’s too. And then we’re gonna have to get out of here because I need those red lips around my cock.
She must be able to read my mind because I feel the sharp tug of my belt buckle being unfastened. Fuck … is she actually going to—
Cool fingers graze against my skin as she peels my briefs down and pulls my dick right out into the open.
Jesus. At least my back is to the crowd.
I’m too stunned to speak as she seats herself on the chair in front of me. Giving me a lascivious smile, she leans forward and runs her tongue along my full length, nearly buckling my knees.
I glance over to see if Connor knows what’s going on. But he’s otherwise occupied, his hands gripping Sherrie’s ass as she straddles his lap, riding him so hard there’s no way he’s not going to come in his pants.
Just like there’s no way I’m going to stop Georgia now.
I chug the rest of my drink and gently toss the glass toward the couch. Bits of ice scatter onto the smooth surface. It’s a bar—they must be used to spilled drinks around here. With my free hand, I weave my fingers through the back of Georgia’s hair and guide myself into her warm mouth. She accepts me without hesitation and fully, until I feel my tip hitting the back of her throat. A groan slips from my mouth.
Sherrie wasn’t kidding—her friend loves to suck dick and she’s damn good at it, her deceptive doe eyes locked on mine as her head bobs up and down, her long fingernails digging into my hips. She has literally no gag reflex.
I feel myself swelling and tightening. I may actually blow my load in her mouth, right here in the back of this club. Something I can’t say I’ve done before. While Tasha was wild between the sheets, it was always behind the safety of a door, and with just the two of us in the room.