“Good. We’ll work up an appetite,” he said as we moved to the counter.
When my body warmed, it took me a moment to realize it was because Luke had wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I swayed a little, moving in closer to his hold while he reserved our axe throwing space and our table for later.
“We’ve got a forty-five minute slot at booth six, but we have a ten minute wait,” he said, his fingers firmly digging into my waist as he looked down at me.
“Hm. Let’s use those ten minutes wisely.”
He turned his head sideways, giving me a curious glance at the same time I took his free hand into mine and lead him over to the dance floor.
He rolled his eyes and smiled. “Always trying to get me to fucking dance.”
I laughed. “Don’t worry. This time it’s not a training session.”
He chuckled and pulled my body into his. He cupped my hips with both hands, grinding his hips against mine. My breathing hitched and I suddenly felt my skin vibrating with need. How I was able to keep my hands off him for six weeks is a testament to my will power. Luke had a magnetic draw to him. For me, at least.
“You want to fuck the hell out of me right now, don’t you?” He asked against my lips.
“Sort of.” No sense in lying about it.
“Good. ‘Cause there’s a lot of nasty shit I want to do to you, Syd. Six weeks is too long.”
“I agree,” I said, moaning and lifting my arms around his shoulders. Luke ran the tip of his nose down the side of my face and the length of my neck, sending tingles coursing through my body. He pressed a kiss below my ear before biting my earlobe.
I shivered and my pussy muscles tightened.
“We’re not going to make it to dinner if you keep that up,” I whispered in his ear.
“You can be my dinner,” he quickly replied.
Right as I’d been about to take him up on that offer, the buzzer he’d been given at the counter went off.
“Let’s go throw some hatchets.”
“Axes,” he corrected and smacked me on the ass as he moved to the side allowing me to lead the way in the direction of our booth.
After a quick tutorial and explanation of the safety measures, Luke and I were able to begin our throwing.
“If we’re throwing axes, we have to up the ante.”
I wiggled my eyebrows and turned to him. “What’d you have in mind?”
He smiled and my belly quaked at that look. “Every time I hit the bullseye, you shed a piece of clothing.”
I bulged my eyes and glanced around the space. The booth we were in sat directly in the middle of the axe throwing space, which meant there were three booths on either side of ours.
“No chance in hell.”
He frowned. “Chicken?”
“Don’t taunt me. We’re in public. I’m not taking my clothes off.”
He glanced around and shrugged. “You’re right. I don’t want any losers in here seeing your goods. For every bullseye I make, you owe me an on-demand blow job.”
My stomach rumbled in excitement. Before I could answer, however, laughter sounded from my right side.
“I’d love to see what that mouth do,” a guy, the next booth over said, smirking at me. One of the guys he was with laughed.
“What the hell did you say?” Luke asked, moving out of our booth to stare the guy down.
