“Anyways, it’s good to see you guys–”
“Did you all grow up together?” Wade asks, interrupting me and pulling the guys into the conversation.
Lucas tells him no, and they start to have a conversation across me like I’m not here. The only pause they take is when the bartender asks for our food order and if we want more drinks. Wade is sucking down Long Island iced teas like they’re water, and it looks like he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Unfortunately for me, that means I’m most likely not getting laid tonight.
I’m basically a wallflower at this point and am about to get up to go to the bathroom when a hand lands on my thigh.
My knee flies up and hits the underside of the bar top, and Wade finally takes a breath to ask if I’m okay.
I clear my throat and nod. “Yup. Totally fine.”
He goes back to talking to Lucas, and I shoot daggers at Declan. Because it was his hand that grabbed my thigh and is currently still there.
He licks his lips and takes a drink of his light beer, avoiding eye contact. I try to shake his hand off me without alerting anyone, but instead of letting go, his fingers lightly trail up… towards my center.
I reach for his hand and dig my nails into his skin, but he only finds it amusing.
While I give him the side eye, he stares forward with a smirk on his face.
“I’ve been wanting to do a triathlon. Think you can give me some tips, man?” Lucas asks loudly and then moves to Wade’s other side, so my date is facing away from me.
This is so not cool.
I feel like this was an ambush.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I ask under my breath for only Declan to hear.
He leans his head on the hand that’s not on my thigh and raises an eyebrow. “Nothing. What do you thinkyouare doing?”
His hand creeps up my thigh further, lifting my t-shirt dress in the process. My whole body is on fire at this point, and I feel like I’m going to burst into flames from his teasing caress.
Just as his pinky is about to reach its destination, I close my thighs, trapping his hand between my legs.
“Friends don’t feel each other up,” I whisper back to him, keeping my voice low so my date doesn’t hear.
Declan leans in closer, and his lips brush against my ear. “I can’t help but wonder, are you wearing any panties under this shirt you decided to wear as a dress? Because if not, you need to be punished.”
My eyes go wide, and I choke on air. “You can’t just say shit like that, Declan,” I scold. “What the fuck is wrong with you? And get your hand off me before anyone sees.”
His eyes bore into mine before he says, “I’ll take my hand off you when you can look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want to kiss me again.”
I roll my eyes and say just that. “I don’t want to kiss you again.”
“Hmm…” he hums. “Yeah, I don’t believe you.”
I growl at him. “I’m going to the bathroom.” I go to slide off the chair, but that was one hundred percent the wrong move.
My thighs part just enough so I can scoot to the edge of the seat, which simultaneously lets his hand make contact with my pussy.
I try to retreat, but Declan clamps his hand on my thigh with his pinky resting against my slit. “Fucking hell, Penny,” he growls. “You’re seriously sitting here without any panties on? This isn’t even a fucking dress. It’s a damn t-shirt.” He moves his pinky back and forth over my clit gently, totally in contrast to how mad he looks right now.
An involuntary whimper leaves my mouth, and Declan’s nostrils flare. I’m about to tell him to stop when the bartender stands in front of us to set our food down.
I roll my lips under, so I don’t make another sound, as Declan continues to slowly work his finger over me.
“Can I get you anything else?” the bartender asks with a wide smile on his face.
I shake my head, but he just stands there.
