I pushed up to stand because there wasno way in hellI was letting her sit in Cade’s lap. She could have my spot.
Sara shoved me back down with surprising force, all while smiling sweetly at Cade. “There’s room over here. Thanks though.” Sara planted herself square in my lap, and my fingers instinctively slid around her waist as she wiggled back.
Cade nodded at me with an understanding smirk, and I just shrugged, struggling to conceal my pleased smile.
It was hard to hear everyone over the music, and the girls were practically shouting, trying to carry on a conversation at the back of the booth when Sara whispered over her shoulder to me. “I dare you to see how long you can go without touching me.” She pushed herself back, grinding against me, ruthlessly.
I was already hard, and this wasn’t helping in the slightest. “Careful.” I warned softly. “Or I might have to teach you a lesson for teasing me all night.” I murmured, fingers grazing against her bare leg. “See how good your poker face is.”
“I think you’re the one who’s bluffing.” She challenged quietly.
“Oh, yeah?” I dragged a lazy caress up the inside of her thigh, and she flinched. “You sure this is a game you wanna play right now, pretty girl?”
Sara’s legs parted beneath the table, inviting me in. “Deal me in, Kensington,I dare you.”
“Oh, you are trouble, aren’t you?” I chuckled, cautiously glancing around the table as I continued lazily, just barely inching higher. “You can fold anytime—show me your cards.” I offered, giving her an easy out as the rise and fall of her breaths against me became more shallow by the second.
“Call. I raise you double or nothing.” She dared, and my own heart was thrumming a mile a minute as I inched beneath the edge of her dress, feeling wicked as ever. “You shouldn’t raise when you have no idea what’s in my hand, pretty girl.” I gave her one last warning, as my self-restraint snapped down to the last wavering thread.
“If this was a dare, and it totally is,” she leaned forward onto the table, resting her chin on one hand casually, while the other slipped beneath the table, sliding upmyleg. “You’d be losing right now.” Naughty girl, egging me on like that—she gasped when I slid my feet between hers, snapping her legs wide open under the table, anchoring them there.
“If you want to fold, now would be the time.” I hummed a final warning as she tried to wiggle free.
“Hit me.” She rasped, begging me to keep going.
Breath ragged, I slid my fingers higher, making her jolt. “Then while we’re at it, why don’t we up the ante?” I purred against the shell of her ear, “You always were a rookie when it came to poker.Let’s see if you’ve gotten any better at bluffing.”
I felt Sara choke back a sound as my fingers grazed higher, discovering shewaswearing underwear and there was a warm damp spot, already waiting, just for me. Fucking hell. She chased my hand as I lazily moved elsewhere, testing her limits one last time because I was about to have some fun with my little daredevil.
“Are you going to actually do something, or not?” Sara challenged breathlessly. “Because I’m starting to get bored.”
I chuckled. “Oh, sweet girl, you are about to be inbig trouble.” I threatened quietly and then cleared my throat, finding my voice rough, as I called across the table, “Sloane, Sara wanted to ask you something.” I tugged those thin panties to the side and dragged my fingers across the very edge of her, and Sara practically convulsed.
Sloane turned, shouting across the table. “What’s up?”
Sara was fucking soaked, desperately squirming as I locked my forearm over her thighs, halting her escape. “I—was just wondering,” She struggled as I slid the tip of a finger through her wet heat, counting on her to keep it together. “Water!” Sara gasped out, slamming her hand on the table, reaching towards the pitcher a millisecond too late. “Could you pass the water over here?” She begged, fluttering against my fingertips as I began a slow, wide circle around?—
“What the hell is this?” Liam barked, coming up to the table.
I might have actually been having a heart attack as I frantically unpinned Sara’s legs, grateful it was so dark in here.
“Tables full.” Sara quickly interjected, saving us, albeit far too breathily, while I tried to pull her dress back down as discreetly as possible, hoping my own poker face was holding.
“Here they come, here they come.” Jules announced, our saving grace, as everyone started singing happy birthday.
Liam shot me a look, but I knew he hadn’t seen, because if he had, I would have already swallowed my teeth.
Someone set down an epic cake on the table that Liam had no doubt made, or at least ordered with detailed instructions—it wascovered in flowers and glitter with six-inch sparkler candles shooting off the top.
The entire table was singing, staring at that epic cake, and I couldn’t have given two shits about that cake, because the dessert I desperately wanted a taste of—was already glazed across the tips of my fingers like sweet, sweet icing.
I rubbed my slippery fingers together under the table and tried to shake myself out of the lusty haze I was in, as I finally joined in the singing. Sara threw her head back and laughed, so carefree, and then she took a deep breath to blow out the colorful sparkler candles.
“Make a wish.” I said quietly into her ear as the chorus ended.
Sara leaned forward and blew out the candles, only they didn’t blow out. She squealed adorably in her frustration as she tried again.
“Blow harder.” The girls cackled hysterically as Sara tried again. “Put your back into it!”
