Looking about to make sure I don’t have the entire bar listening to this conversation, I return my gaze to her shocked expression. “It’s an online sex toy shop. You don’t have to use the gift card for that one if you’d prefer a different battery-operated boyfriend,” I say seriously. “Sometimes, the best gifts are the ones you need.” I wink.
Leaning back, in case she decides to deck me in front of all of her friends, I hold my breath as she comes closer.
“Well, it’s important to accept your shortcomings,” she says, looking down at my crotch. “Thank you for not offering, just to leave me disappointed.” Addison whirls toward her table before I can reply to the contrary.
I guess I had that coming.
“Where’d Addy go?” the bartender asks, holding a fresh margarita.
Considering her hasty exit was on my account, I decide to deliver her drink. “Oh, I’ve got it. I’ll take it to her.”
Standing from my barstool, I carefully approach and wordlessly slide the frozen cocktail in front of her to avoid getting her riled up and exposing my gift for everyone to see. I notice Jason has an empty chair next to him and decide to stay, hoping I can remain out of harm’s way.
“Nice,” Jason nudges.
“What? She ordered it. I only brought it to save the bartender having to come over.”
He snorts. “Sure you did.”
We make idle small talk as I take in the many passersby who drop by to wish Addison well. Once again, the margarita seems unnecessary as she’s received a steady delivery of drinks from well-wishers all evening. I hope she has the day off tomorrow. She’s going to end up wasted.
I head to the men’s room briefly and decide I’ll stay for one more beer before heading out. I don’t have to work tomorrow, but the longer I’m around this girl and that fucking dress, the worse my morning hand jobs are going to get.
As I return to my seat, I notice Addison is no longer at the table. Peering over my shoulder, I spot her on the dance floor with a man I don’t recognize. Not sure why this has suddenly made my blood run cold. I have absolutely no hold on this girl. If anything, I should use this opportunity to push any thoughts of her to the side.
“Hey, I think I’m heading out after this beer.” Nodding at my nearly empty amber bottle.
“Really? It’s still early,” Jason answers around a large bite of vanilla cupcake covered in lavender buttercream.
Wait. Are there tits on that thing?My gaze shifts to the table where I confirm there are multiple white and lavender frosted cupcakes topped with what appear to be edible boobs and…candy dicks? My eyes flick up to see Cece licking the purple candy penis extending from the top of her cupcake with the tip of her tongue. This would be hot if I wasn’t distracted by Alden’s bright red face, whispering something to her as he’s trying to retrieve it.
Ah. Dirty cupcakes.
Abruptly the vibe amongst the table changes when 50 Cent singing “Go Shorty. It’s your birthday” starts playing. They’re all clapping and laughing as if I’ve missed some joke or secret ritual. Before I can contemplate this further, Addison squats down over me, lifts her arms overhead, and practically gives me a lap dance. Her long dark tresses bounce along the column of her spine as her hot ass hovers above my dick.
Uproarious howling emits from everyone in the vicinity as she sits all the way down in my lap and grinds. All the while, she and the others are singing along to the well-known tune.
Fuck. My cock’s responding like it’s his birthday.
Lifting her off me, I place her on her feet next to my chair. “Come on, sassy,” I say, swatting her right ass cheek harder than I probably should have given the audience.
Her head spins around as a tangible spark flies through the air between us. The corner of her saucy mouth lifts before she covers it with her hand, and her wide blue eyes hold mine. They’re full of… what? Embarrassment, playfulness? Or…
Holy hell. I think she liked that.
Chapter14
Trevor
“Man, are you two a sight for sore eyes.” I give my larger than life mentor and friend a hug.
“It’s good to see you, Trev. God, it’s gorgeous here.”
I stand tall with pride, as if I had anything to do with it. “I knew you’d like it here. How about you, Otis?” I greet the large tan dog, scratching behind his black ears. “Come on in.”
Zach follows me into the apartment with his duffle bag slung over his arm. “This is nice. You settling in okay?”
“I guess. There’s not much to Sycamore. It’s so small.” I reach into the fridge and grab him a cold one. “But I have to admit, it’s grown on me quicker than I expected.”
