Ellie shoots a worried glance at her friend. “Are you good? Do you want me to get you a Sprite?”
Sprite? That must be their code word or some shit.
Barbie gives her a tight smile. “No, I’m okay.” Another look passes between them before Travis leads Ellie out.
As soon as the door closes, Olivia shifts in her seat, leaning away from me. She tugs at her skirt, and I can’t stop my eyes from wandering down her legs and the little stockings covering them. My dick threatens to swell, the need to get off still lingering. I look away and take another drink of my beer.
I let the silence linger a few minutes before turning to her. “Did you enjoy the show?”
“You guys were great,” she says with no real enthusiasm, not even sparing me a glance.
I lean closer, the bottle falling between my legs as I crowd her space. “I meant the show in the hallway.” My voice is low and teasing.
Her shoulders stiffen, red patches creeping up her neck, spreading to her ears. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” she stammers.
I smirk. “You sure about that?”
She whips her head around to glare at me. “Maybe you shouldn’t be doingthatin a crowded bar if you don’t want an audience!”
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t care if anyone sees. And it’s called getting my dick sucked, in case you weren’t sure what was happening.” I toss in a wink to piss her off and it seems to work. Her nostrils flare, and a small gasp escapes her open mouth as if I offended her. I probably did. Little Miss Priss probably has lights out, under the blanket, missionary sex and never uses the word dick or pussy. I can tell by the way her chest is rising and falling rapidly while she continues to shoot daggers at me.
“You’re disgusting,” she hisses, shifting her body away from mine, her face impossibly red.
“Barbie, you have no idea.”
The nickname has her eyes darting back to me over her shoulder. She’s still glaring, but I catch a flicker of something else hiding behind those warm brown eyes.
Desire. Curiosity.
Same thing I was sure I saw earlier, too. It’s subtle, but I see it when her eyes roam over me, halting a second longer on my tongue that’s rubbing against my lip piercing.
Before either of us can say anything else, the door popsopen, causing her to jolt. Liam stumbles in, a cute redhead wrapped around his waist. He studies the two of us, brows lowering, and he winces. “Ah, do you mind?”
I know what he’s asking. Normally, I’d leave and give him his privacy, but I’m kind of enjoying watching Olivia squirm.
Using my beer, I to point to the other couch. “Not at all.”
He glances at Olivia once more, clearly unsure. When the girl tugs his hand, he relents, hauling her onto his lap. They start making out, and Olivia fidgets in her seat, her eyes focused on the label of the bottle she’s picking at but still hasn’t opened.
I slide closer, letting my thigh push against hers. She tenses but doesn’t move away. I drop my arm along the back of the couch behind her. Liam glides his hands up the shirt of the woman grinding against his lap.
The sound of their pants and kisses fills the room.
The redhead moans, and Olivia’s head snaps up, eyes wide as she watches them. Her legs subtly squeeze together, her pouty pink lips parting slightly. My dick starts to throb again as I imagine her pretty mouth opening for my cock. My eyes sweep over in time to watch Liam grab the redhead’s hips, sliding her over him faster. His face disappears in her neck as she dry humps the shit out of him.
“You doin’ okay, Barbie?”
Her throat bobs with a swallow, but she doesn’t answer me.
“Need that Sprite now?” I whisper.
She clears her throat, bringing her eyes to mine. Fuck me, they’re glassy and wide. She looks nervous now, maybe even uncomfortable, and for some reason that makes me feel like shit. Though I don’t know why. She had no problem watching me earlier. Maybe it was justmeshe liked watching—in the dark, thinking no one could see her? I like the idea of that way too much.
I stand, reaching down to her. She ignores my hand but getsup and follows me out the door. I text Travis to see where he is as we make our way back to the main area of the bar.
“I’ll see where your friend is so you can get that Sprite and go home.”
I didn’t mean for it to sound patronizing, but that’s apparently how she takes it because she scoffs.
