Chapter 15
Sawyer
Did I go too far?
It’s just…every time she touches me, it doesn’t seem like it’s an accident. Instead, it feels like she’s teasing me, pushing me to say or react somehow.
And I want to, but I’m also terrified that I’m reading everything wrong. That I’ll screw up royally by pushing too far.
But then her hot palms flatten over my ribs, and she lowers her mouth to press the heat of her lips into the hollow of my chest.
Fuck. I can’t keep the moan in that sneaks out of my throat.
Those green eyes are like lasers, cutting through me over her sultry smile. “You know, when a woman does a body shot on a man, it’s usually poured here—” She darts out her tongue to scald that spot again. “—or here.”
She moves lower and nips at the soft skin of my belly button.
An arc of electricity makes me jump with the pinch of her teeth.
I can’t catch my breath. She’s so close, her elbows propping on my legs, her hands dragging down my sides.
“I’ve never done—” I choke before I say more.
Anything. This is all so intense.
She has to know, right?
“Maybe let’s have that drink, hmm?” Leaning closer, her body presses against mine as her mouth hovers inches from crashing into me.
Her snug corset that barely contains her breasts rubs over the scrapes on my chest.
The pain is a damn blessing. Three more seconds and I’d be losing control just from the feel of her body.
But then she straightens with a bottle.
“Do you want me to—” Her nail drags down my sternum, through the center of the lipstick stains, leaving a faint pink line over my abs.
She stops at my belt buckle.
“—teach you?” Her red lips purse as the tip of her finger traces the gilded edge.
I swallow hard and nod.
“No, little boy.” Raising her hand from my belly, she clasps my chin, squeezing my cheeks. “Grown ups use our words. Tell me what you want.”
Her grip is a drug, jet fuel surging through my veins.
The truth pools like a thick syrup on my tongue. “You,” I finally manage to croak.
“That’s the right answer.” She backs up a step and pulls the top from the tequila. “Now get on your knees.”
My cock aches when I move, pinching against the stiff seam of my zipper.
But I don’t care. I’m at her mercy.
“There you go. Take these off.” She plucks at the tattered wings, tugging them over my shoulders.
Feathers cascade around us when she tosses them to the floor.
I just want her to touch me again.
“Do you know what a lieback shot is?” Her fingers rake furrows through my hair sending sparks in winrows into my scalp.
I almost shake my head. “No,” I grunt as an afterthought.
Her cheek teases up. It’s like she knows I nearly forgot to talk.
Tracing her nails down my jaw, she tilts my chin to the ceiling and bends so that her hot breath lavishes over me.
Why does it make me tingle when her thumb plays over my lower lip like that?
My hands grip my own thighs. I want to grab her, pull her tightly to me.
But I think it would break the spell she has me under.
“Open your mouth,” she exhales.
A vibrating buzz comes from my pocket, making her brows furrow. “Ignore that.”
I’ll do anything to keep this going. With practiced ease, I reach and silence my cell.
Tilting the bottle, her cheeks bulge with tequila.
Then she knots her fingers in my hair and lets the burning liquor pour from her pursed lips into my waiting throat.
I swallow it down, fighting the urge to cough as it ignites its way to my stomach.
“You’re such an apt pupil.” Hovering above me, her emerald eyes lock with mine in a ravenous blaze as she traces the arch of my bobbing Adam’s apple. “Sawyer?” Her voice turns husky. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
My pulse pounds in my ears as she lowers her luscious mouth to touch mine.
It’s everything I thought it would be and more. Bubbles of steam percolate through me with her gentle press.
But then the sear of her tongue flicks over my lips, prodding them to part.
I can’t resist reaching out to taste her.
Soul crushing lust flavored, with the after bite of alcohol.
When she pulls away the inferno of her mouth, all I want is more.
“Have you ever done that before?” Her thumb brushes over my cheek as she cups my jaw.
“No,” I admit.
Iridescent lights dance in her gemstone eyes. “Well, you’re a natural.” She focuses lower, her gaze scorching against the stretched crotch of my jeans.
With a shift of her leg, the toe of her black stiletto presses against my straining cock, sending a shockwave through me.
She bends closer, latching onto the shell of my ear with a sharp nip. “I want to corrupt you, little boy.” Her breathy whisper coils around my loins, lassoing me with desire.
Pulling off the hat of her costume frees her maroon-tinted dark locks to tickle my bare shoulders. “What should come next?” Her playful smirk widens as she steps back.
I can’t help but drift my focus to the clasps of her sinful leggings.
Following my line of sight, she tilts her knee to press her supple leg closer. “Go on, then. Show me.”
My hands shake until I finally get to touch her. Flattening my palms over her calf and inner thigh, I smooth the nylon with reverence to the very top of her stocking.
Catching my breath, I lean forward to pinch the plastic edges with my teeth.
When it snaps loose, it tugs my exhale in a gasp.
“Very nice,” she purrs, stroking my hair. “Now the inside.”
She knots her fingers against my scalp, then raises her leg to drape it over my shoulder.
Like a forbidden flower, her thighs part in front of me. Just the thinnest stretch of fabric hides the nectar.
The thought of getting to taste her makes my dick leak in my jeans.
“Don’t get distracted.” Her grip snugs in my hair. “Put those pouty lips to work.”
I don’t know how or why this happened, but I’m the luckiest guy in the world.
My cheek brushes the hot mound of her pussy when I close over the second fastener.
Oh fuck.
This time, it’s her that takes a sharp inhale when the plastic pops.
“Now the other,” she whispers.
I’m so damn tempted to detour. To shove my mouth against her hidden treasure and plunder it for gold.
There’s not a video game in the world that compares to the level of adrenaline rushing through my body. The absolute consuming urgency that rolls through me is more intense than any death match.
Every nerve ending is in hyperdrive as my hands move to her other silky thigh.
This time, I move with more purpose. Stealing a savory taste of her supple skin, my tongue curls around the buckle to pull it between my teeth.
But I have a feeling if I try to rush, she’s going to make me pay.
Shifting her body again, her leg drops so she can pivot on her heel to expose the last fastener.
As it falls apart, her fingers knot again, tugging my face up to crash her lips over mine.
I could lose myself in her bruising kiss.
We both startle when my phone rings.
“Ignore that. You’re mine tonight.” Her mouth moves down my jaw in a fevered attack, working another groan out of me.
Hers.
Loud pounding on the main door has her cussing under her breath.
“I can get it.” Scrambling to stand, my dick snags hard in my jeans making me double over.
I have to readjust as I walk, but pause and give her a double check before I get to the door.
Her thumbs up appears from behind the bar.
Of all the bullshit—
“Sawyer!” Sophia’s voice calls through the worn wood, then another thump rattles it on its hinges. “Your truck is still here!” she yells.
Imagine that, cockblocked by my fucking sister.
She pushes in as I unlock the deadbolt, teetering with uneven steps.
Damn it. She’s drunk, too.
“Sophia, what do you want?” I hide my lower half behind a chair, leaning on the back for support.
My heart is still hammering from my kiss with Val.
“We were having one last, uh, oh, um drink in the parking lot.” Sophia’s words slur. “And I forgot my purse.” Her hiccup reeks of cheap booze.
“Who’s ‘we’?” I glance outside to see taillights leaving.
Her hand waves wildly as she fights for her balance. “They left. I need my keys to go home.”
She reaches out for the opposite chair but misses, nearly bouncing her chin off the rails.
“Fuck, Soph.” I want to roar out in frustration. “You can’t drive.”
Outpacing her, I find where her purse is hanging at the table where Blue and Libby were sitting.
“I’m fine.” She draws out the word and adjusts her floppy large hat.
Val is watching with narrowed eyes.
But I don’t have a choice. I’ve only had that single shot of tequila.
All I want is her.
When I push into the kitchen to fetch my shirt, she follows.
“Am I missing my only chance?” I ask quietly as I tug on my tee.
She crosses her arms and taps her full red lips. “I guess we’ll never know.” A smile flirts across her mouth.
The clasps on her stockings are hooked again.
Damn it all. I don’t want it to end like this.
Screw it.
Diving towards her, my palms frame her cheeks so I can taste her one last time.
It’s my tongue pushing against hers, then she softens to let me possess her.
Even if it’s just for a moment.
Her thumb is a white hot brand as she wipes my chin. “They’re going to wonder about that lipstick.”
“I don’t kiss and tell.” Giving her my best grin, I push into the bar to grab my sister.
“Come on, Soph. You’re gonna owe me big time.”