Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Stop,” I said, panting into the sweaty crook of his neck. “Please stop.”
He did immediately. “You okay?” he whispered, running a hand up my back to cup my neck.
“No,” I mumbled, half delirious with frustrated pleasure. “I’m tapping out. Unless you want me walking around with a giant wet spot in my pants, I need a break.”
Chuckling, Alex kissed the side of my head, damp hair be damned. “Why don’t you go sit down, and I’ll grab us some drinks from the bar.”
I lifted my head to shoot him a droll look. “Really?”
That had him laughing out loud, which was one of my favorite things. “My bad. Wasn’t thinking. I’ll go sit, and you can get us the drinks.”
Uncomfortable things would happen if I tried to sit.
I kissed the smirk off Alex’s face, and I swear, I only meant it to be a quick peck before I journeyed to the bar, but he tasted so damn good, I might have turned it into a full-on make-out. We tongued each other for a few minutes until the song changed, breaking the spell.
“Jesus,” Alex said. He took a step back from me and rubbed a hand over his face. “You make me lose my damn mind.”
“Yeah.” My legs trembled. Never had I been so close to fucking in public as I was right then. How was it possible we still wanted each other so badly after six months of dating? Friends always complained that the inferno dimmed to a controlled campfire, but with the way we were going, we’d be hitting wildfire territory soon. “Okay.” I gave him a playful shove. “Get away from me before we give Trevor a birthday show he’ll never forget.”
Alex snorted. “He’d like that a little too much.”
“Exactly.” Because I was an addict who couldn’t resist a hit, I grabbed Alex’s shirt and yanked him close for a final kiss, but this time I managed to keep it tame—ish.
Then we went our separate ways for a few moments, allowing me a chance to cool my lust from a full boil to a simmer. Constantly aware of the plug in my ass, I didn’t stand a chance of experiencing the party without a hard-on, but I could at least try to regain enough control that I didn’t shove my man to his knees and whip out my dick in the middle of the dance floor.
Shit, those thoughts wouldn’t do jack to quench my raging thirst.
Ugh, don’t think of jacking off.
I glanced over my shoulder before I reached the bar to see Alex join Luke and Dom at a table near the edge of the dance floor. Those two were close but strictly friends, though they were as different as night and day. Tall, lithe, and elegant, Luke never left home without dressing like a cover model, while Dom’s idea of fancy was spit-shining his combat boots and wearing the jeans without holes. Both fantastic men, but complete opposites, yet they were the best of friends.
“Guess I didn’t stand a chance, huh?”
I whipped back around to find the flirty bartender who’d served us our first drinks. “No, you didn’t. Sorry, but nobody does.”
“No?” He tilted his head. “How about spicing things up with a third?”
I raised an eyebrow at the guy who appeared to be about our age, maybe a few years older, but probably not yet thirty. “Did it look like we needed more spice?”
He threw back his head and let out a loud laugh. “No. No, it did not. Fair enough. Guess I’ll stick to getting you drinks. Same as before?”
“Actually, we’re gonna switch to water now. Icy cold, if you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be too drunk to remember all that either.” He wrapped his knuckles on the bar. “Two ice waters coming right up.” As he moved toward the tap, I turned my back to the bar. By now, Alex was fully engaged in conversation, laughing at an animated story as Dom told it. The guy had crazy stories coming out of his pores, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he embellished to the point of lying or if he’d truly lived an insane life.
“If I’d known you two were going to start smoldering on the dance floor, I’d have warned the fire department hours ago.” Trevor laughed at his joke as he joined me at the bar. He had the glassy eyes and wobbly gait of someone enjoying their birthday party to the max.
“Hey, birthday boy,” I said with a chuckle. “Sorry about that. We’re getting a little carried away tonight.”
He snorted. “Don’t apologize to me. I could watch that shit all night. You two are always hot as fuck together, and you know it. But tonight, you’re on another level.”
I couldn’t keep my grin at bay. “Well, you can thank yourself for that.”