Sour Notes (If You Dare #2)

Prologue

“Go on a date with me?”

Sparkling violet eyes flare wide, those beautiful kiss-swollen lips falling open in shock.

What the hell am I doing? I never meant to ask like this

Mia Georgiou.

Childhood friend.

Roommate.

And my secret teenage crush.

I brace my arms on the stall wall next to her head, my body shaking while I try like hell to resist the urge to sink my cock back inside her until she answers.

Trust me, it’s not easy when her gorgeous tits heave before my eyes, threatening to spill out any second. My breath hitches imagining the sight, pulse rioting so much it’s a marching band pounding through my brain.

Jesus, I’m an idiot. I’ve finally gotten the chance to be with the girl of my dreams, so why am I trying to blow it up before we get off—literally?

“Swayze, what the fuck? Keep going. Before someone walks in. I’m so fucking close.” She digs her nails into my ass, driving my dick back into her.

I bury my head in her neck, groaning when she tightens around me, her sweet floral scent invading my senses.

She’s so fucking tight, she’s strangling my cock.

God, I wish like hell we didn’t have a latex barrier between us.

I’ve never gone bare with anyone, but I want my seed to spill inside her, to mark her as mine.

“Fuck. You’re such a dirty girl. You take my cock so damn good.

” I can’t help myself, the words are out, and without thinking my hand collars her slender neck, fingers flexing while I crowd her against the wall.

“I love having you trapped. Next time, I’m making sure I have my handcuffs with me, so you’ll be at my mercy, fucking you over and over until you can’t think straight. ”

Her eyes widen, simmering with heat.

Goddamn, she likes the idea. Now I’ll never get the image of her splayed out on my bed with my handcuffs locked around her wrists out of my mind.

I clench my teeth with a groan, the thought bringing me too damn close to blowing my load inside her. There’s no way I’ll do that without her coming apart on my dick first. I’ve waited fourteen years for this chance.

My hips piston into her harder, faster, driving her body up the wall with the force. Wedging an arm between us I pinch her clit, stroking and rubbing it firmly, watching her eyes flare and close on a long drawn-out moan.

That sound. She’s close.

Drowning in her scent, I run my stubble along her neck on my way to her mouth while I tug her clit. The move sends her over the edge, her head falling back as she breaks apart with a scream.

I slam my lips over hers, swallowing her cries, because as hot as this is, we probably don’t want someone coming in here to investigate the sound.

Every time her pussy pulses around my cock, it drives me closer and closer to the edge. My movements grow more erratic and aggressive. I’ve waited so damn long for this moment, I can’t fucking hold it anymore.

I explode, my eyes squeezing shut as the violent shockwaves take over and I empty my balls inside her.

Sex has never felt this good for me.

This right.

I was made for Mia.

She might not know it yet, but she was made for me too.

“What are you doing to me, Mia?” I pull away from her lips with a groan, flexing the fingers still wrapped around her pretty neck, her wild pulse thundering as fast as my own.

Nuzzling my nose in her hair, I close my eyes, breathing her in. I can’t bring myself to let her go yet. She’s beyond perfect and I need to commit this moment to memory, her pussy still occasionally pulsing around me.

She giggles, her long fingernail tracing the wolf tattoo on my bicep.

I pull back and search her face. “Why are you laughing?”

This was earth-shattering, world-ending, mind-melting, but I sure as shit don’t think it’s funny.

We probably drank a little too much tonight, but the second her lips touched mine, I snapped to attention faster than a teenager hearing his mom open his bedroom door.

She blows out a breath, her hand sweeping her hair off her face, before resting on my shoulders.

“I can’t believe I fucked you in a restroom like one of your badge bunnies. Thanks for helping me out, Swayze. That really hit the spot.” She pats my shoulder and nods to the floor.

My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach as I reluctantly pull out of her and spin away, ripping the condom off in frustration.

One of my badge bunnies?

Hit the spot?

What the fuck—no.

What part of me asking her on a date made any of this seem casual?

Sure, my timing wasn’t great, but didn’t she hear me?

“What are you talking about? You’re not a fucking bunny.”

“Swayze, it’s all good. You’re a great fuck. I have zero complaints. But we should head home, it’s getting late. Doing this here was a little risky.” Smiling happily up at me like she hasn’t just stomped all over my heart, she yanks up her panties and straightens her clothes, ready to bail.

Is that what she thinks of me?

What she thinks this is?

She has to know she isn’t a cheap fuck to me. She’s so much more.

She’s everything…

Well, what did you expect her to think? You’re fucking her in a bar restroom, you idiot.

“Fuck.”

We couldn’t have more opposite takeaways from this. I’m campaigning for white picket fences while she smiles and waves. Heck, she might as well have given me a Yelp rating and sent me on my way.

What was I expecting—her to take a ride on my trusty steed and fall magically in love with me?

Kiss the frog only to realize her prince has been right here all along?

The lock on the stall clicks.

She’s gonna run.

And I haven’t explained, told her what this means to me. I need to convince her to give me a chance. A real fucking chance.

Spinning round, I grab her wrist before she can pull open the door.

Her wild eyes meet mine as I grip her chin tight, keeping her from leaving me.

This can't be it.

I crash my lips onto hers, tasting the fruity cocktails she’s been drinking on her tongue.

Sinking her fingers into my hair with a groan, she devours my mouth, pressing her gorgeous curves tight against me.

I tear my lips from hers and stare into her eyes, willing her to see how serious I am.

“Mia, go on a date with me.”

Her eyes widen and she stares at me like I’m a stranger.

I hate it.

“Swayze, what the fuck? No. We’re not ruining our friendship pretending this is something more. Have you forgotten I live with you? I’ve seen you in action dude, you don’t date. Don’t make this weird.”

She shoves me backwards and my hands fall away clenching at my sides.

Mia knows me better than anyone but can’t see me at all.

She shakes her head, her eyes shuttering, freezing me out. “We’re not doing this, Swayze. Tonight was a mistake.”

With that parting shot, she runs from the restroom, leaving me standing here.

Alone.

She finally gave me a taste of perfection just to snatch it away.

She thinks I’m a sex-obsessed playboy who can’t commit.

She couldn’t be further from the truth.

I’ll show her I’m more than capable of keeping my dick in my pants.

It won’t be buried in a pussy again, unless it’s hers.