“Hmmm… I dunno,” said Billie.
“A little longer.” Ellie finished her beer.
“I can’t wait a little longer.” Zoe decided she’d had enough. “I’m going now.” She slipped off the stool she’d been sitting on.
“No. Not yet.” Billie grabbed her arm.
“Billie, please.” Zoe was getting to the point beyond being able to wait.
“I want you to text us by midnight to let us know you’re all right.”
“Good idea, Billie.” Ellie signalled to the bartender for another beer.
“What do you think Max is going to do to me?”
“Nothing bad, but still we gotta look after you. So deal?”
“Fine.” Zoe agreed if only it meant she could leave her friends and see Max for the hot fun that they’d planned on continuing, hours ago. She’d caught him looking at her, and his stare was getting moodier as the minutes passed.
“So what will you do exactly?” Ellie put on a stern tone as she spoke.
Zoe rolled her eyes. “I’ll text you at midnight.”But not if I’m still going hot with Max.
“You better.” Ellie smiled.
Zoe couldn’t help but return the grin. She could see her friends meant well. But seriously, nothing was going to go wrong tonight. And she reckoned that they were secretly using this as an excuse to have more catch up time with her. She hugged them both. “The night is young you never know what might happen.”
Billie scoffed spilling her beer a little onto the bar.
Ellie laughed. “I guess not. What do you think Billie, should we look over this crowd?”
Billie laughed. “Done too many times already over the years, we know the guys that stand here, and I’m not getting closer to any of them.”
“True.” Ellie nodded her head.
“Well girls, maybe you need to go to a different bar.” Zoe grinned cheekily. “Now, I’ll catch you later.”
Zoe turned and looked over to the other side of the room to where Max was. She’d waited way too long for this, the last hour only adding more frustration to her need for fun. It’s what they had agreed on, and she didn’t want to do any more delayed gratification. She wanted it now. With him.
A flutter of nerves extended out from her stomach. He looked just as hot as before when she walked in, perhaps a little grumpy with his facial expression but she knew she could change that quickly. She kept her focus on him as she made her way between the male-dominated crowd at the bar.
Max had a slight dark shadow on his jawline, his hair neat, and he wore similar clothes to yesterday as if it were a country boy uniform or something—long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows, tight moleskins, and an RM Williams belt. She could sense the outline of his body under his clothing. She knew the feel of his body, which caused a rush of heat to flood through hers. Her intimate muscles contracted, the anticipation within her was hot and tightly wound and in need of release.
Zoe stepped up to Max. He ignored her. She sensed he knew she was there. She guessed the game plan. There was no way in hell she was going to stand there and wait for him to acknowledge her. She slipped her hand over his hip, softly pressing through the material. He felt hot. Still, he didn’t turn to her. She moved her hand over his lower back. No response. She grabbed his arse. It was tight, full of muscles. He jumped. The beer he was holding spilt.
He glared at Zoe. She smiled sweetly back at him, not put off by his dark expression. She moved closer, she went up on her toes to whisper in his ear, “Do you want to take me here?”
She saw the veins on his neck stand out. She blew softly on his skin. Teasing him. Enjoying watching how he tensed as the desire filtrated his body but he struggled to keep it under control.
One of his drinking buddies whistled. She didn’t look at the mates around him. She only cared about one thing—getting laid with Max. Preferably not here of course, but it was so worth witnessing his response to the suggestion. She could feel he was just as hot for her.
“I dunno, I want to finish my beer.” His voice was strained.
“Fine.” She raised an eyebrow surprised he wanted to try and play it cool. She tugged at his shirt pulling it from his trousers so she could slip her hand under. She moved her fingertips over his hot skin. The feel of his toned muscles turned her on.
His jaw clenched tighter.
Cheekily, she slipped her fingers below the top of his trousers, moving them down towards his butt cheeks. She could feel him giving in. His temper softening.
