His face lit up. “I’m obsessed with her! She’s so fucking—” he stopped himself as I raised my eyebrows at him, “talented.”
“Talented, huh? Then what does that make me?”
He hiked me up so I was straddling his thigh more fully, balancing me on his leg. “You’re mine, baby.”
I climbed up his body and wrapped my legs around his waist to his cocky chuckle. “You like being mine, don’t ya, hon?”
In my tipsy haze, I couldn’t think of a witty thing to say, so I just held on tight and pulled him in for a kiss. Ben gripped my thighs, slanting his mouth and coaxing mine open. His mouth was cool and malty like the beer he drank. I locked my ankles behind his back, drawing us closer together. I was consumed by the fire of Ben, his firm hold on me and the way he closed his eyes so tight stoking the flames. His kiss got more aggressive, scraping my lip with his teeth to my moan.
“Get a room!” came the call from next to us. I pulled out of the kiss, realizing what a fool I was making of myself.
“Put me down, please,” I said, dropping my feet to the floor. I fanned my face, shame washing over me. “I’m hot.”
I wobbled on my feet, and Ben steadied me by my elbows. “You need some air, hon?”
“I think I need the bathroom.”
“I’ll take you.”
Chapter24
Mikey
I helped Jessie into the bar’s all-gender bathroom.
“Are you gonna be a peeping Tommy?” she slurred.
I chuckled. “I won’t look. You just seemed like you’d need help. You’re a little wobbly.”
“I’m fine,” she said, yanking her jeans down without unbuttoning them first. I averted my gaze. When she was done peeing, I didn’t hear any movement.
“You sure, Sweet Cheeks?”
Jessie leaned over her thighs, her head propped up on her fist. She was falling asleep.
“Come on, Jessie Girl. You’ve had a long day. I’ll take you home.”
“Huh?” she snapped awake, still in a daze.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” I knelt in front of her, pulling her jeans up to her knees.
“Benny, what are we doing?”
“We’re getting you ready to go home.”
She grabbed my wrist, swaying on the toilet. “No, but what are we doing?”
I looked up into her eyes, and though they were drunk girl eyes, they were also quiet and pleading. She knew what she meant, and I did, too.
“You really kissed me out there,” she went on.
All the air left me, the room a vacuum of oxygen. “You... really kissed me first?”
We sat in a stare-off, and I thought she might kiss me again, sitting on the toilet with her pants down. “I’m really drunk, Ben.”
“I know, honey. I’m trying to get you home. Can you stand up for me?” She held my shoulders as I pulled up her underwear and pants, taking care not to look at things I wasn’t supposed to see. “Why didn’t you have to unbutton your pants?”
“I’m losing weight,” she sighed, putting a celebratory fist in the air. “Yay.”
