“Yes,” I groaned. He brought them in and out, not as good as his huge cock but enough for me to get the tingling need. I rocked against him, but he stopped me.
“Question first.” He rubbed my clit real slow with his thumb and kept his face neutral. “What was wrong today?”
“Hangry. That’s all,” I lied so quickly, as though it was second nature. “Finger-fuck me, Gid.”
“Nice try.” He slid his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. I gasped and a strong lust took over. I lunged for him, but he held me back. “You taste like heaven. But you lied to me. Not part of the game.”
“Your game sucks,” I whined and squirmed in my seat. I couldn’t recall a single time I’d been this fucking horny. “I’m dying inside. Let’s leave.”
“Good. It’ll be that much sweeter when you come all over my fingers. If you answer me. Are you ready to try again?” He hummed and leaned over. He pressed an aggressive kiss on me, my salty taste turning me on. “Answer me.”
He stroked the insides of my walls and my eyes began to roll back. He said my name, stronger this time, and I stopped caring. “Tomorrow is Justin’s death anniversary. I-I have a hard time with it.”
“Good girl,” he said in a gruff tone. He quickened his pressure on my clit and lifted me so the pressure was just right. My core tightened at the closeness of the explosion and he brought his other hand behind my neck. Everything combined into one—the questions, the public finger-fuck I was getting and his mouth coming down hard on me. I burst like a fucking firework in the middle of a speakeasy bar. He swallowed my cries with a rough kiss. My lips would be bruised, but I relished the invasion of my mouth. For a brief second, nothing else mattered except how we were connected. I rode out each wave of pleasure and when I landed back on earth, his grin was the size of a damn dinner plate.
“Holy shit.” I panted and leaned back in the seat. “Did—did anyone see us?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.” He hadn’t removed his fingers from inside me and he massaged me in the gentlest way. “Thank you for answering.”
“You left me no choice.” I laughed, my eyes watering from the strength of the orgasm. “I’m pretty sure I left the earth for a second.”
“Good. I have more of that.” He used his free hand to take a long sip of beer. “I’ll wait until the next one. But I’m not removing my fingers.”
“Oh, okay.” I mirrored him and took a huge swig of the amber ale. I was about to say something when a waiter appeared right in front of us. He smiled at us, but with no hidden meaning.Thank you, baby Jesus.
“Hi, folks. Want any food tonight?”
“I think I’m good. You, Fiona? You need something tofillyour appetite?” His wild eyes danced at me and my face turned ten degrees darker red.
“I’m g-good.” I tried to clench my legs together, but he didn’t let me. He kept his strong hand right there. He even began to swirl his fingers inside me while the waiter continued talking about something. I couldn’t concentrate.Fuck.I couldn’t do much besides focus on not making noises.
Gideon said something to get him to leave, then scooted closer again. “How did that feel, Barbie? Knowing I was finger-fucking you when he stood right there watching?”
“Ohmigod.” I moaned as the sensation in my lower stomach began building again. “Fuck.”
“I have another question for you.” He kept moving and pinched down on my swollen, painful clit. “Why do you use sex as an escape?”
“Why does anyone? To avoid feelings and for pleasure,” I moaned and tried to keep my eyes open. He didn’t accept my answer and pulled out. I wanted to hit him for the loss of contact. “Why do you? Same reason.”
“I doubt that.” He lowered his hooded gaze and a warning bell went off. But my hormones took precedence and I didn’t dig further. “Have you had a relationship since…you know?”
“Haveyou?” I fired back. The game had changed and become real.The moment of ecstasy evaporated and anger replaced it.
“Yes, but this isn’t about me. It’s about your throbbing cunt.” His hooded eyes assessed me with a little too much understanding. My entire body clenched and I made a move to go, but he pulled me back with no effort. “Are you running away from me when you’re shaking with need?”
“I-I’m not running,” I seethed. I needed to find balance. He had too much control and I wouldn’t stand for that.Make him thirsty for me. Make him lose control. Yes!“I am shaking with need. You’re right. Care to visit the ladies’ room with me?”
His eyes twinkled with malice. He didn’t wait two seconds before sliding out of the booth. He reeked of cockiness and determination. But I didn’t miss his pupils dilating. Someone was horny. I took his hand and dragged him to the individual bathroom I’d passed earlier—yeah, this wasn’t my first time in a public bathroom. I liked my sex dirty and quick.Sue me.“Lock the door.”
“I think I’ll keep it unlocked,” he growled and slammed it behind him. I spun around and stripped off my shirt within seconds. “Unless you’re too chicken?”
I laughed, the throaty sound a little sexy.Note to self—my horny laugh sounds awesome.“Suit yourself, Gideon. I’m not the one who’s worried about my photograph being leaked.”
“A challenge?” His eyebrows rose and he stalked me like prey. “Let’s see what you got, Fiona. I’m all yours to play with.”
I took in my surroundings—toilet, sink, counter. None were ideal for what I wanted to do and I sucked in my lip. “Hmm.”
“I knew it. You’re all talk,” he scoffed and took a step toward the door. I gasped and threw myself at him. Hell to the no—I would not let Gideon get the last word.
