“Stay for a bit, Addie.Can I get you a drink?”
Any progress I thought I was making with her disintegrates as her spine stiffens, and her shoulders rise until they’re practically lost in the green tresses twisted up at the base of her neck.
“It’s Adelaide.”I can practically hear her molars grinding, but I follow her to the door, like a lamb being led to slaughter.
“What’s wrong with ye, Addie?”Before I realize I’ve done it, my finger is wrapped up in a soft green tendril that’s escaped from the rest.“I like this color.It suits you.”
Her sneakers squeak against the cement floor as she spins.She pulls her head back, releasing her hair from my grasp.“It’s just Adelaide.Nonnegotiable.”
Her head is tilted back, so she can meet my eyes.And glare at me evidently.My eyes dance across her features, taking in her deep-brown eyes and the silver hoop pierced from one nostril to the other.She’s so unique, so different from other girls.
“What?Did you hear me?Nonnegotiable.”
“I heard you, Addie.”I open the door of McBride’s, taking my business outside.Stepping into her, I lean down; she’s ridiculously short.“And everything’s negotiable,” I whisper across her mouth, letting the door swing closed behind us.
Since she doesn’t pull back, I press a kiss to those delicious lips.
Christ, they’re more perfect than I imagined.And, when I sweep my tongue against the seam, she opens for me.
The last thing I want is for her to come to her senses too soon and pull away, so I slide my hands round the sides of her neck.I tilt her head a bit, just enough for me to nip at that plump lower lip that has been haunting my dreams for the past week or so.
Her hands grasp my forearms, and for a moment, I fully expect her to push me off.But she clings to me instead.So, I deepen the kiss, diving in for more.Tasting her.Teasing her.Taking my breath away—and, hopefully, hers as well.There’s a current, sparks, crackling beneath the surface of my skin, and I want nothing more than to take her home.I want to peel back her layers and lay her bare.My mind swirls around the things I want to do to her.For her.With her.
So, when she pulls back a little, breaking the kiss, I try to blink my lustful thoughts down.
“I…” Her fingers ghost across her kiss-swollen lips, quivering slightly.“I have to go.”
“You could wait until I’m done and go with me.”I pull her hand and press her fingertips to my lips.Fuck’s sake, what if she says yes?
Her pupils are blown wide, but she shakes her head.“I can’t.I have to go home.There’s some—I just…I have to go.”She takes a wobbly step backward before fumbling in her pocket for her keys.“I’m sorry.I…”
Having her flustered is such a change.I like this.
“Good night, Addie.Sweet dreams.”I shove my hands into the pockets of my jeans, watching to make sure she gets in her car safe.Without even thinking, I throw her the Finn wink.
She’ll be back.
* * *
As I’m cleaningup for the night, Marlee floats through the door and settles herself at the bar.
“Hey, Finny,” she purrs, leaning over the bar and flashing me her tits.“You almost done here?”
I can practically feel her gaze raking up and down my body.And, for the first time ever, it doesn’t have any effect.
I just don’t care.
“Marlee.”I toss her a smile but have no real desire to engage her more than that.
What’s happened?Our time together was spectacular, fucking mind-blowing.A couple of weeks ago, I’d have been looking for a repeat performance—or several.I mean, our evening was great.I was phenomenal, and Marlee certainly had nothing to complain about—repeatedly.
“So, do you already have plans tonight?”Her arms are crossed on the bar top, and with the way she’s leaning over, her tits being pushed up as high as they can go, there’s no awkward eye contact.
“Erm, no.”I could so easily take her home and lose myself in physical pleasure.Making her scream and leaving her with just enough energy to give me a quick blow job before making her come until she passes out.I could, but?—
“Your place?Or mine?”She licks her lips while she talks to my dick, her eyes not venturing higher than my belt.
Why?Why does this feel cheap?Why does that bother me now when it never has before?Maybe I’m broken.It’s been weeks since I’ve indulged with someone.In fact, I’m almost positive that Marlee’s the last girl I’ve spent time with like that.
