“Is it not?” I don’t want to be doing anything with anyone else. I spin around so I can face her, needing her to see how serious I am. “Jaxon has known me since I was an awkward teenager. He’s best friends with Briar and is like a brother to me. No feelings there whatsoever. He’s the one who taught me to swing dance, so whenever he comes out, we partner up.”
“You’re sure? Because I saw him whisper in your ear. Saw him make you blush and giggle.”
I bite my lip. Do I tell her what he was saying? Will it upset her further if I do?
Honesty is the best policy, and I don’t want Addison to worry about me running off with someone else. “He… he was teasing me aboutyou.He can tell I’ve got a crush on you, so he said I should put on a show and see if I can get you to make a move.”
Addison’s lips quirk up on the side. “You’ve got a crush on me?”
I look away from her, but I’m sure she can see the heat rushing to my cheeks. She grabs my chin gently and makes me look her in the eyes. “If it wasn’t obvious, I’ve got a crush on you, too.”
I don’t have time to make a joke about how I figured she did, because her lips crash against mine. It’s only been two days since we last kissed, but it feels like longer than that. Sparks fly between us, and everything we refuse to say aloud gets exposed through the way our lips meet. We’re frantic, eager, and messy. She tastes like oranges and whiskey, a heady combination when the peach flavor of my drink gets added to the mix.
Her touch is everywhere. Fingers tangling in my hair, hands running down my side, cupping my ass, pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer. We can’t seem to get close enough. I need to get her home.
Addison pulls away from my mouth and trails kisses down my neck as her hands skate up under the skirt of my dress. “This dress is a tease, Juniper. Been driving me wild all night, wondering what you’ve got on underneath.”
“Take me home, and you can find out.”
I feel her shake her head against my neck. “No time for that. Need to feel you come on my tongue right now.”
“Here? What if someone walks in?” I’ve never done something so… scandalous. I’ve never engaged in any sort of public sex. I barely even kiss my partners in public.
“The door is locked. No one’s walking in. I won’t do it if you’re uncomfortable with it, though.”
I should be anxious about the idea of being caught. I should feel hesitant to do something so salacious in the bathroom of a bar, but instead, a thrill runs through me. Addison makes me want to be brave enough to try new things.
“We have to be fast,” I say as her fingers find the damp fabric of my panties. Barely a whisper of her fingertips against me, and I’m ready to come for her.
“You have to be quiet, sunshine. I know you like to be loud, but you don’t want everyone to hear what a horny slut you’re being for me, do you?”
Ohgod. I shouldn’t like that so much. “I’ll be quiet. I promise.”
“We’ll see. Up on the counter.” She helps lift me so I’m leaning against the mirror, then she drops to her knees and spreads my thighs. A groan rumbles from her throat when she reveals the hot pink lace nestled between my thighs. I’m sure there’s a damp spot. Being around her has me keyed up.
Hooking her fingers in the lace, she slides my underwear down my thighs and over my boots, shoving them in her back pocket. Then, she dives in. She kisses my clit before her tongue parts my pussy lips and spears into me, moaning when she gets a taste. I thread my fingers through her hair—not to pull her closer but to keep her where she is. Her tongue moves up to my clit as she works two fingers inside me, twisting them until they brush against my G-spot.
I swear she knows how to work an orgasm from me better than I do.
I bite the back of my hand to keep from moaning too loud when she sucks my clit into her mouth and adds a third finger. The illicitness of doing this in the bathroom, where anyone could hear, has my orgasm cresting way faster than I expected.
I whimper into my hand and squeeze my eyes shut as I pulse around her fingers. She works me through it, only removing her fingers when my body slumps against themirror.
I open my eyes just in time to watch Addison lick the remnants of me off her fingers, moaning at the taste. It’s obscene. Filthy. It makes me want to return the favor immediately.
With one last kiss to my clit, she stands and helps me off the counter, righting my dress. She doesn’t move back, keeping me trapped against the sink.
“My panties,” I whisper.
She shakes her head. “They’re mine now.”
Oh, I shouldn’t like that so much.
“Just like you and your pussy are mine for the summer. No one else for either of us, okay?”
“No one else.”
Not right now, not this summer, probably not for a long while after, too.
