“Sure,” I agreed and brought the cool liquid to my mouth. I took a small sip, the flavor bursting when it hit my tongue. I coughed at the strength and tried again, taking a smaller amount. “Wow.”
“Smooth and bold. Good shit.”
I chuckled. “Good shit doesn’t make you sound as classy.”
“I’m not a classy guy.”
I nodded and leaned back into the chair. My stomach swirled and some unknown feeling took over my body. Comfort?Am I comfortable here, sitting in silence and drinking expensive whiskey?I took another sip and snuck a glance at him. He stared right at me. “What?”
“Do you ever wear makeup?”
Great.I tensed. I blinked before giving him my nastiest smile. “Sure. If I feel like it or want to spend extra time in front of the mirror. Most of the time I forget, but thanks for pointing it out.”
“No.No.You’re missing my point. I just wondered if your eyelashes were naturally that long.”
I had all sorts of arguments ready to spout at him. But then they deflated. “My eyelashes?”
“Yeah. You have beautiful eyes and I noticed your lashes frame them well.”
I sat up a little straighter. “Thank you?”
“You’re welcome.” His deep voice had a new edge to it and I squirmed in my seat. “I really appreciate you getting there early and hitting me grounders. My coach expects me to be ready to start game one. The grounders help.”
“Good. Not that I’m an expert or anything—which youloveto point out—but you’re not favoring your right leg anymore. You’re remaining balanced.”
“Thanks, CFD. Maybe you’re not the worst.”
“Don’t make me blush, Gideon.”
We shared a smile again before he leaned over on his knees. It brought him closer and words left me. His face in the firelight was bad, bad news for me. I could almost feel the inhibitions slide out of my body and I wanted to crawl into his lap.
“How’s your drink?”
“Great,” I managed to get out. “Yours?”
“Great.”
Awkward. This was awkward. I took another sip and chose to look into the dark night.What am I doing?“I should—”
“I haven’t gotten your goddamn body out of my mind. I’m having a difficult time letting you enjoy your drink in peace.”
Yeah—I’m not going home yet.I eyed the glass, smirking at him before taking it all back in one swig. “Problem solved.”
Chapter Twenty
Gideon
I didn’t give a shit that Fiona had just taken a shot of whiskey that was balls expensive. Her throat worked to swallow the liquid and my brain had one thing to focus on—getting her naked. She pointed to the glass in my hand and I mirrored her action. The burn was some sort of foreplay and I was desperate. She tugged on the end of her shirt and tossed it to the side. Then came her bra.
Fiona sat in my backyard, shirtless with her perky tits on display. I bit my knuckle, saying, “God.”
“Are we going to make it to an actual bed this time or continue our outside norm?” she asked, her nipples hardening in the cold air.
“Touch yourself out here. I want to watch,” I commanded and gripped the edge of my chair so hard my fingers hurt. The thought came from out of the blue, but Fiona licked her lips and brought her fingers down to her perfectly pink nipples. She took them in her small fingers and pinched them, a small moan escaping her.
“Mm.” She met my gaze and her pupils dilated. “I prefer your teeth on them, but I can continue.”
“That’ll come. Continue,” I barked, then added, “Please.”
