"I like it," she said. "It's not pretentious. I'm so used to places trying to be something they're not. You know?"
"I do know." I nodded. "That's not how we are here. We don't try to pretend to be something we're not. What you see is what you get. If you want it, that is." I let my fingertips graze her collarbone.
She shivered lightly. "And if I do?"
I brushed hair back from the side of her neck. "Then that's what you get. As much as you can take." I might lessen her punishment for being agreeable. I dropped my other hand to the top of her thigh.
"Here?" she squeaked.
"No one can see under the table, even if they were looking," I said. I pried her legs apart with my hand and dipped down between them. "Which they're not. Because they're watching Morgan."
I leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I want to see you come for me. For us," I added when Ryan lowered himself back into his chair. From the expression on his face, he knew exactly what was going on and he was here for it.
8
PAISLEY
Oh.
My.
God.
Was Blaise really planning to get me off here, in front of all these people?
Okay, yes, he was. The real question was whether or not I was going to let him. Did I want to? Right up until a few hours ago, I would have said absolutely not. But now?
I was desperate to find out how it felt to really live. Why not start here, with this?
"Any time you want me to stop, say so," Blaise said.
Just like that, my mind was made up. What did I have to lose? He was right, no one was looking at us. Everyone was watching Morgan. Singing along and grooving to his deep, soulful voice. As long as I played it cool, no one would ever know what happened under the table.
I nodded and spread my legs a little wider.
He opened the button of my jeans with a flick of his finger and eased down the zipper. Eyes on mine, he slid his hand inside, ghosting his fingers over the gusset of my panties.
"How wet is she?" Ryan asked.
Blaise slipped a finger under the white lace, over my seam. "She'd give the falls a run for their money." He slid his finger up and down slowly, spreading my wetness over my pussy, teasing my clit every so often.
My heart raced, but I swallowed hard, forcing my composure to stay in place. I used all of my acting skills to pretend Morgan was the only thing I was paying attention to. Moving to his music while really rolling my hips against Blaise's hand.
Ryan put the side of his knuckle under my chin, turned my face and pressed his lips to mine. He tasted like bourbon and leather. Like no one I'd ever experienced before. Honest, earthy and masculine. Addictive.
I found myself kissing him back, letting his tongue slide between my lips, thrusting in like it was his cock.
He kissed his way across the side of my face, down to my throat. "Come for me," he insisted.
I wanted to hold back, but I buried my face in Ryan's short hair to muffle my moans as I came against Blaise's fingers. Shattering almost in time to the strumming of Morgan's guitar.
"That was perfect," Ryan said.
"Sure was." Blaise drew his hand out from my panties and watched me carefully while he sucked my release from his fingers. "Delicious."
I knew I was staring at him. No one had ever done anything like this to me. It never would have occurred to Kevin.
I really had started to live, hadn’t I?
