“Don’t get distracted.” Her grip snugs in my hair. “Put those pouty lips to work.”
I don’t know how or why this happened, but I’m the luckiest guy in the world.
My cheek brushes the hot mound of her pussy when I close over the second fastener.
Oh fuck.
This time, it’s her that takes a sharp inhale when the plastic pops.
“Now the other,” she whispers.
I’m so damn tempted to detour. To shove my mouth against her hidden treasure and plunder it for gold.
There’s not a video game in the world that compares to the level of adrenaline rushing through my body. The absolute consumingurgencythat rolls through me is more intense than any death match.
Every nerve ending is in hyperdrive as my hands move to her other silky thigh.
This time, I move with more purpose. Stealing a savory taste of her supple skin, my tongue curls around the buckle to pull it between my teeth.
But I have a feeling if I try to rush, she’s going to make me pay.
Shifting her body again, her leg drops so she can pivot on her heel to expose the last fastener.
As it falls apart, her fingers knot again, tugging my face up to crash her lips over mine.
I could lose myself in her bruising kiss.
We both startle when my phone rings.
“Ignore that. You’re mine tonight.” Her mouth moves down my jaw in a fevered attack, working another groan out of me.
Hers.
Loud pounding on the main door has her cussing under her breath.
“I can get it.” Scrambling to stand, my dick snags hard in my jeans making me double over.
I have to readjust as I walk, but pause and give her a double check before I get to the door.
Her thumbs up appears from behind the bar.
Of all the bullshit—
“Sawyer!” Sophia’s voice calls through the worn wood, then another thump rattles it on its hinges. “Your truck is still here!” she yells.
Imagine that, cockblocked by my fucking sister.
She pushes in as I unlock the deadbolt, teetering with uneven steps.
Damn it. She’s drunk, too.
“Sophia, what do you want?” I hide my lower half behind a chair, leaning on the back for support.
My heart is still hammering from my kiss with Val.
“We were having one last, uh, oh, um drink in the parking lot.” Sophia’s words slur. “And I forgot my purse.” Her hiccup reeks of cheap booze.
“Who’s ‘we’?” I glance outside to see taillights leaving.
