9. River
RIVER
For the love of God, River, sober up.
The seats are black and warm from the hot, summer night, and I settle in, feeling the exhaustion hit me from the multiple whiskey drinks I’d had.
I wasn’t drunk, but I was certainly more intoxicated than I would like to be before having Sloane over for the first time, especially when she’s completely sober.
I take a deep inhale, relishing the new-car smell mixed with her sweet, sexy perfume again. “I meant to tell you last night, but nice ride,” I tell her as she turns the Volkswagen on.
“Thanks.” She smirks before pulling out her phone.
“You know, passenger princess, you have to tell me where you live now. I remember you were concerned about showing me your license before.” I reach for her phone, type in my address, and watch it pop up on her navigation screen. “And put your seat belt on.”
“Bossy,” I tell her as we pull out of the parking lot, and the car gets significantly darker as the lights disappear.
“You like it,” she quips, and I turn my head to look at her while she’s driving in the same way that I’ve been looking at her all night.
Her blond hair is styled into loose curls that fall around her shoulders and more sexily, around her breasts that I’ve been trying not to notice.
But she’s wearing a thick-strapped black tank top that shows off more than a little cleavage, and I’ve had more than one flash of pushing my face between them.
“You’re staring at me.” She glances over at me briefly before turning back to the road. “Are you okay?”
“Just… appreciating the fact that a beautiful woman is driving me home. This is… new.” I rest my head against the back of my seat while I continue to study her.
“Oh? Never picked up a girl at a bar and she drove?”
“No.” I snort. “Can’t say I have. You’re a good driver,” I add for some reason.
“I think you’re drunk.” She chuckles.
“I am not drunk,” I answer immediately, as her words offer a wave of soberness, and I turn my attention away from her and toward the window while we cruise down the highway toward my house.
“You don’t have to go quiet on me. It’s fine that you’re a little tipsy. I think it’s cute. Like when you got high from gummies. Whiiiich I may have, if you want more.” She nudges my arm playfully with her elbow.
“I don’t think I need any more of those. I’m already struggling to behave.” I answer honestly.
“Behave? What are you trying not to do?”
“Say things that would make this drive a lot more complicated.”
“Like…?”
“How about the fact that you met me at the bar looking like… that, and I’m still thinking about how it felt when you came around my fingers. I drank too much, and you’re sober, and I feel like I’m not coherent enough to be cool, and I already don’t feel cool around you.”
“Cool?” She giggles as she takes the exit toward my house. “Don’t worry,” she whispers before giving me a tiny wink. “I still think you are very cool. But… what would you say if I asked you to stop behaving?”
I hesitate briefly. “That I’ve been thinking about fucking you since we got in the car. Actually, since you got to the bar earlier.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep.” I turn my gaze to her as we pull onto my street, and I watch as the goose bumps erupt on her skin.
“You’re trouble when you drink,” she tells me.
“You were already trouble for me sober.”
We are barely through my front door before I have her lifted into my arms with her bare legs wrapped around my waist. I back up against the front door to shut it while our lips continue to move against each other for the second time.
But this kiss is hungrier and more feral and sexier as fuck.
I have one hand under her ass, tightening my grip with every flick of our tongues while my other hand strokes her leg, which feels like fucking silk.
“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous.” I moan against her lips.
Her tongue tastes like lime and mint, and some sort of watermelon balm coats her lips, making me want to devour her at the thought that her entire body would taste just as good.
I drag my lips down her neck, taking a second to lick the skin at the base of her throat before swiping my tongue over the tops of her breasts.
“Your lips are so soft,” she says, and I give her a wolfish grin.
“Wait till you feel them on your pussy.”
“Oh God, please take me to your bedroom, already,” she tells me before pulling my lips back to hers, quieting the groan that leaves my mouth at the same time.
I’m about to start doing exactly that when I feel a vibration in my pocket indicating a phone call, and I frown, wondering who would be calling me this late.
“Give me a sec,” I tell her with a kiss to her lips before setting her on her feet.
I keep one arm wrapped around her while I pull my phone out of my pocket, and I see it’s Rowan.
“I’ll call him in the morning. He’s probably calling to talk about what happened earlier.
I’m sure it’s gotten back to Ellie by now what happened. ”
Sloane rolls her eyes before taking a step out of my arms and tugging on my hand as she moves through my foyer. “Well, now that you’ve killed the moment, why don’t you give me a tour?”
I follow her, but not before blurting out the question I’ve been thinking since I brought it up earlier. “Are you bothered by me going on a date?”
Did I want her to be? Was I hoping that it made her jealous?
And since when did I fucking care?
“Nope.” She opens her purse and pulls out the gummies from earlier as we enter the kitchen.
“If you take one, I’m not letting you drive. So I hope you plan on staying,” I tell her with a little more forcefulness in my tone than I meant, but the last thing I wanted was to put her in an unsafe situation.
“Oh…” She slides one in her mouth, her eyes not leaving mine while she sucks the tip of her finger. “Yes, Daddy.”
I do my best to ignore how my body reacts to those words or to fixate on how soon I can hear her say them again, because it seemed like there was more she wanted to say or ask about my date earlier.
She walks around the island in my kitchen before hopping on it, crossing one leg over the other, and raising her skirt slightly. My eyes flit to the movement, hoping for a flash of what’s under her skirt. “So your brother and future sister-in-law have that much of a say in your love life?”
“No, she just set me up with her friend, that’s all,” I explain as I part her legs gently and move to stand between them.
“Ah. Right, because she wants you to settle down.” She leans back on her hands, causing her shirt to ride up slightly, revealing a sliver of skin, including her belly button.
I drag my hands up under her skirt so I can rub her thighs, allowing my thumbs to draw circles in her skin, and I note the goose bumps popping up all over her arms. “Sorry I brought that up,” I tell her because the last thing I want is to make Sloane jealous over someone I have no interest in.
She shrugs. “It’s fine. Can’t say that I’m sorry that your date didn’t go well, though.” She brings her hair to one side, exposing her neck to me as she stares at me through hooded eyes.
“Do you… want to stay?” I ask, not wanting her to feel like she has no way home. “I can call you an Uber.”
“I’m here at your house at almost midnight… of course I want to stay.” She stares at me with eyes full of heat and an intensity that draws me closer to her. Her tongue peeks out between her teeth, and I have a flash of it darting out to lick the precum from the tip of my cock.
The thought of having Sloane in my house for the rest of the night does something to me, and I’m officially over this flirty back and forth.
I wanted to fuck her. Now.
It takes no time before we are up the stairs and, in my bedroom, both of us on my bed with her on top of me, straddling me. The thought that a tiny piece of fabric was the only thing stopping me from touching her pussy again made me hard as fuck.
She leans down and flicks her tongue across my bottom lip before my top. “Get me naked already.”
“Fucking gladly.” I sit up with her still in my lap and pull her shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but a strapless bra, but it’s the least I’ve seen covering her tits since we’ve met. “Been thinking about these since I laid eyes on you.”
“I know.” She grins before grinding down hard on my dick. “You are not slick.”
“Wasn’t trying to be. Rarely try to hide my interest,” I tell her while my hands snake up to cup her breasts.
She reaches around to unsnap her bra when I grab her hands to stop her.
“Give me a second. This is the last moment I have to not know what they look like. And I’d like to enjoy my last minute of sanity before the sight of your naked tits drives me crazy. ”
“Oh my God, River Kincaid”—she flashes me a cheeky smirk before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip—“you are so into me.”
“Yeah. I really fucking am,” I say before I reach up to cup her face.
“I might feel the same,” she whispers before our lips meet again as she continues to rock herself against me, humping me through our clothes.
My hands move around her and unsnap her bra, and then I’m met with the most perfect set of tits I’ve seen in years.
Her nipples are a gorgeous pink against her creamy skin, and I immediately feel like I’m going to come on myself like it’s my first time seeing a pair.
“Fuck me.” The words tumble out of my mouth on their own accord in response.
“Mmm, I’m trying to,” she moans before she’s out of my lap, and her skirt and underwear fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked. My mouth falls open because I wasn’t expecting her to do that, and I wasn’t expecting to be so turned on by the landing strip covering her slit. “Your turn.”
I rub a hand over my jaw while I drag my gaze all over her naked form. “Do you know how fucking hot you are?”