I take another sip of the clear liquid in my glass. “You known him long?”
“Nah. Don’t know much about him. From what I hear, he wasn’t a bad guy when he was younger but he’s turned into a real pill.” Jason places his palm on my shoulder before tilting his glass in my direction. “Thanks for looking out for her. I have no idea why she ever hooked up with that one.”
We continue to people-watch through the looking glass above the bar, Jason giving me the play-by-play on the more popular people in town. I occasionally interject while keeping Addison in my crosshairs, pretending to be interested in what my friend is saying when my thoughts are squarely on her. Glancing in the direction of her table, I notice she’s gone.
My head snaps, catching sight of Marcus trying to score with the redhead I’d spotted earlier in the evening. He can have her. Let’s face it. I don’t think I could get it up unless I was picturing a sassy brunette anyway.
“Can I have a shot of tequila?”
Peering over my right shoulder, my eyes connect with Addison’s baby blues. They’re alight with mischief. I have to fight to keep from returning her flirtatious grin. I can’t give this woman any indication of her effect on me. I’m already fighting this battle like a five-alarm blaze.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” I utter sarcastically.
The bartender places the shot glass containing a clear liquid in front of her. Addison curls her fingers inward repeatedly in a ‘give it to me’ motion. Abruptly a salt shaker slides down the bar just before he hands her a slice of lemon with his silver tongs.
My hand is suddenly in hers before I can force myself to look elsewhere. A cool sensation draws my attention back to my index finger as Addison glides the lemon slice over it. She throws back her shot, sprinkles salt onto my finger, and raises it to her supple pink lips. My pulse quickens as the vixen darts her tongue out licking the salt from my skin. My dick jumps in my pants as she wraps her plush mouth around my thick digit and sucks. A moan escapes, and I can’t tell if it’s her or me.
Her deep blue eyes burn into mine as she draws her teeth down the length of my finger. Addy’s lips curl in a wicked grin before licking the tip. Now all I can think about is having those plump red lips wrapped around my cock.
Holy shit, this girl.
Chapter10
Addy
God, I want him. And I have no doubt the feeling is mutual. The chemistry is so strong between us I’m surprised everyone in a ten mile radius can’t feel it.Why is he fighting this?He’s so damn infuriating.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
After practically throwing myself at him, sucking his finger to make it very clear I want more with this guy, his earlier words seem to mock me.
“Why would you say that to me? Don’t you thinkyou’vehad enough?” I snap.
The irritatingly handsome firefighter sneers. “You’ve already let one guy get too handsy with you tonight.”
I gasp.What the hell?The audacity of this guy. “That’s my fault? Whether I’m drinking or not, no one has the right to put their hands on me.” I’m trying to come up with a rebuttal for the fact I sucked his finger off like a wannabe pornstar in case he has the nerve to go there. Yet, I’m coming up blank. Luckily, he doesn’t mention it.
“You’re so flirty. They probably think it’s an open invitation.”
I instantly feel my cheeks heat and place my fists on my hips in total indignation. I think I would’ve preferred he called me out on my ridiculous finger-sucking move. Hot or not, I might have to rethink my attraction to this one. Because no way am I letting anyone talk to me this way.
Cocking one brow in my direction, it feels like he’s pouring gas on this inferno. What the hell is that look for?
Deciding it’s best I return to the table with more hospitable company, I throw a parting shot before walking away, “I think you’re just jealous someone else isn’t afraid to approach me. To go after what they want.”
From behind me, he grumbles, “Maybe I don’t like seeing their hands on you.”
Wait. What?
* * *
Trevor
Lying back on my bed, I replay the evening in my mind. I can’t believe I said that. Maybe I don’t like seeing their hands on you.
I’m so fucking ravenous to get laid I’m losing control. I hope like hell Addison couldn’t hear me. She’s probably too drunk to remember anything anyway. I’m sure that’s why she pulled the whole drink, lick, suck routine with my finger and that tequila shot.
But I can’t stop thinking about the way she looked when I called her on her overly flirty behavior. It was wrong and I know it. My mother would have my hide for insinuating a woman had something coming to her for any reason. Flirty or not, Addison didn’t deserve that asshole’s hands on her. It was clear his interests were not only one sided but uninvited. Fighting off my inconvenient attraction to this beauty had already been testing my willpower. The sight and feel of her mouth on meanywherebrought me back to the brushfire the other morning. The ever present simmer brewing when this woman was near had me on the edge of a full fledged wildfire. The strength of which I’m not sure I can willingly fight. It was the only excuse for what I’d said.
