Chapter 11
Mia
The next two weeks go by painfully slowly. Which is how I end up sitting at the café with Sloane, Felicity, and Abigail, drinking my heartbreak away.
“I don’t understand why you didn’t just tell them to share you openly. It’s not that taboo if you really think about it,” Felicity states, taking a sip of her cocktail.
“Because it’s not right, that’s why.”
“So, breaking it off with them both is so much better?”
“Yes. No. Ugh. I don’t know. My heart hurts. My head hurts. My body feels tight and achy.”
“And you’re extra whiny, holy shit,” Sloane adds, and I shoot her a lethal look. “I’m just saying, you were much more evenly tempered when you were getting dicked down every day.” She makes a fair point. Orgasms are healthy and make for happy people, case in point.
The next round of shots is delivered, and I find myself holding up the clear glass and admiring the pretty coffee-colored liquid with whipped cream swirled on top.
“Put that one down. Blow jobs are taken with no hands,” Sloane says, making me laugh. We’ve each taken turns tonight ordering the filthiest-named shots we can.
“About the only time I’ll participate in a blow job,” Felicity quips, making me laugh harder. “Ready?”
The four of us hover over our shots and talk in unison.
“Three. Two. One. Shoot!” I cover my mouth over the rim of the shot glass and pick it up, tipping my head back quickly and letting the liquid rush down my throat, leaving behind a mouthful of coffee-flavored whipped cream.
The liquor only burns slightly as it goes down, and I quickly swallow the cream to slide behind it.
“Not nearly sweet enough for me! Whew,” I announce as I wipe my lips on a napkin.
“Well, lucky for you, it’s your turn to order!
” I clap my hands, excitedly, quickly writing down the shot name on a piece of napkin like we’ve been doing all night, and handing it over to the waitress as she walks by.
She’s back in no time, setting down frothy, baby-pink liquid in double shot glasses.
“Ready to lap up your creamy pussy?” I barely get the words out of my mouth before I drop my head backward in a deep laugh that makes all the alcohol slosh around.
Warmth spread through my veins four shots ago, and I’m feeling flushed and more than buzzed.
This will no doubt put me over the edge, but it’ll be worth it.
“I cannot seriously believe that is the name of a drink,” Sloane says with a proud look on her face. “I deem you the winner. Well done.”
“Agreed,” Felicity and Abigail say together.
“Alright then, drink up, my girls!”
We hold our creamy pussies out in front of us, calling it out together like always.
“Three. Two. One. Shoot.” We tap our glasses against the tabletop and then take the shots. I know right away that tequila was a very bad idea, and my head starts to swim immediately, the effects of way too much alcohol, not nearly enough water, and doing it all fairly back-to-back.
“Turns out I love a creamy pussy,” Sloane announces after she sets her empty shot glass down, licking her lips. I sway in my seat as I laugh at her. At least, I think I’m swaying. Or she’s swaying. One of us is most definitely swaying. Did I eat dinner?
“Abigail, I’m telling you, creamy pussy is the best thing you’ll ever have touch your tongue. At least, Felicity’s is, but you can’t have that one.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Sloane replies. Sloane replied? Or did I reply? My head whooshes as I shift to the side to dig into my purse, pulling out my phone. I send a text, asking for an SOS, and then pull out a bunch of cash to cover my portion of the night.
“Girls, I love you, but I am sooooooo ready for sleep.”
“Such a lightweight!”
“Am not! You’re a lightwit! Wightleight. Lightwhit. Ugh. I’ll be outside, that fresh air is gonna feel so good on my cheeks. Are your cheeks on fire, Sloanie?” I reach over the booth and stroke her pretty cheek.
“Oh my gosh, you’re trashed. I’ll go sit with you outside until one of your men comes to save you on their horse.”
I gasp. “They got a horse?”
“Oh, my girl. You’re gonna feel so good tomorrow.”
“Yeah, with them inside of me. Both of them. At the same time.”
“Okay, shh,” she laughs, covering my mouth with her hands.
Sloane and I walk outside, and the cold air stuns me straight, like it froze the alcohol right in its tracks.
I sway on my feet slightly, still drunk, and Sloane helps me sit on the curb outside.
I don’t know how much time passes, but a familiar voice breaks through, and I look up to see Parker’s gorgeous face.
“Too much to drink?”
“Just a little bit. She should sober up soon.”
“I’ve got her from here, thanks, Sloane.”
“Take care of her, Parker.”
“Always.”
“How ya feeling?” Parker wraps his arms around me, helping me stand, and I sink into his embrace.
It’s everything I need right now. My pussy aches, throbbing between my legs as our bodies touch.
It’s like a switch, and I’m so turned on I’m burning up from the inside out.
There are too many clothes between us, and I want them off.
Want to feel his mouth on me, want to feel the fullness of having him inside me.
“Fuck, rebel, the way you feel in my arms. I fucking miss you so much.”
My hands stroke up his chest until I’m lifting up on my toes and wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to my level.
My lungs fill with his oaky scent, and I melt further into him, wanting so badly to fuse myself to him.
Fuck, what I really want is to be spread out and have him sink inside me, fill me up with his big, thick cock.
“You’re playing a dangerous game here, Mia,” he growls against the shell of my ear, followed quickly by a little bite.
The pain makes my clit throb in need, and I press myself closer to him.
I’m two seconds away from humping him like a cat in heat when suddenly, he’s yanked from my arms, and I stumble forward.
“Just can’t keep your fucking hands to yourself, can you?” Leo yells in Parker’s face before shoving him, and I wince as I see Leo pull his arm back to throw a punch. Or is that Parker? I’m so exhausted with how we’ve been going, and I can’t do it anymore.
Blame it on the alcohol, blame it on the last two weeks without them. I can’t do it anymore.