Ever.
No fucking way.
I’m a player.
A baller.
A man without a tether and have been very much enjoying my easy lifestyle until Bianca.
Bianca stiffens, and the tiny moans she was making cease.“I need a drink,” she says as she pushes out of my arms.“Maybe ten.”
I follow behind her, this time not reaching for her but having a mild anxiety attack instead.How could I have been so stupid as to say I want my babies in her belly?Like, I’m not even dating the woman.
Hell, this was all supposed to be a trick to get her family off her back and my coach off mine.But somewhere in the last week, lines have blurred.
Maybe it’s the fact that she’s not that interested.Or at least, she pretends she isn’t.When she was in my lap, riding me like we were buck naked, she was very much interested in everything I had to offer and could give.
“Two shots of tequila,” she tells the bartender, holding up two fingers.
I rub the back of my neck, hoping we’ll both get so drunk, the entire night will become a blur.“I’m not a huge tequila fan.”I stand next to her, watching the bartender as he grabs the bottle.
She stares in my direction, but there’s no happiness on her face.I don’t see anger either, but I can’t nail down the exact emotion because she’s so good at hiding how she’s feeling.“They aren’t for you.”
As soon as the bartender pours the first, Bianca has it in her hands and slams it down.She doesn’t even wince as she plops the shot glass back on the bar.My stomach turns at the very thought of tequila.We’re not friends anymore.I always end up on the floor or with some chick I’d never sleep with sober after I’ve had one too many shots of that shit.
I pull the empty glass away from Bianca after she points at it like she wants a refill.“Slow down.”
“Slow down?”she asks, her chest heaving.“Slow down?”Her voice is louder now, and people around us are starting to stare.
“Shh, baby.”
“Baby?”She grunts and reaches for the second shot.
I pull the glass from her hand and set it back on the bar.Wrapping my fingers around her upper arms, I pull her close and lower my voice.“Look me in the eye and tell me you haven’t touched yourself while thinking of me.”
She narrows her eyes, and she doesn’t speak.She’s breathing faster, but her eyes never leave mine.
I move my lips to her ear.“Tell me you haven’t moaned my name while dreaming of my cock buried so deep inside your tight, needy pussy you can’t breathe.”
She turns her face, her mouth almost touching mine.
I lick my lips, and her eyes follow.“If I touched you right now, put my hand up that pretty little dress of yours, would you be wet for me?”
A blush creeps across her cheeks at my words, but I don’t stop.
“I’m hard for you.So fucking hard.I ache to be inside you, Bianca.”
