“Rose,” she corrected, shaking her head then reaching for several additional shots on the bar that weren’t there a second ago. She handed one to me, then Emma, before grasping the third that was left and raising the small glass in a silent toast. Emma pulled away, but I kept one hand possessively on her waist as we clinked them together.
The liquor warmed my throat as I removed my hand from Emma long enough to put the empty glasses back on the bar.
“Great to see you, as always, Rose. Are your partners in crime somewhere around here, too?” She huffed and nodded, standing on her tiptoes and searching the bar before pointing toward the edge of the dance floor. I followed her line of sight until I saw them bouncing up and down in time to the beat of the music. Rose stuck two fingers in her mouth and wolf-whistled, causing the girls to stop dancing, wave, and begin pushing through the crowd.
“You want another drink?” Emma whispered, fisting my shirt to drag me closer to her. I shivered as her hot breath caressed my cheek, irritated my cock thought this public place was the right time to stand up and beg for attention.
“Nope. You indulge, babe. I’m just here to make sure you get home safely.”
“But what if I want a repeat performance of your sexy striptease?” she asked, giggling as my eyes darted to Rose, who thankfully was talking to her other friends and not paying attention to us.
“You are horrible with secrets,” I said, pushing my finger against her lips.
“Am not. I am the best secret keeper ever, but I’ve had a weird, fuckwazzocks of a day and need the distraction.”
“Fuckwazzocks?”
“Don’t patronize me,” she snapped, backhanding my arm. I shook my head, grasping her hands and lowering them to her side. “My bad, Em. So, tell me. By distraction, you mean…”
My voice trailed off, and my eyebrows rose while I waited on edge for what she’d say.
“If you won’t dance for me, perhaps you’ll let me see your dick again. He’s so pretty.”
I scoffed, pulling her away from the bar and to the edge of the dance floor. Some Avril Lavigne song was blaring through the speakers, slow enough for me to bring her close and furrow my brows.
“Please do not refer to my manhood as pretty. That makes it sound small.”
“Sweet?” she asked, tapping her finger on her chin.
“He is not sweet or pretty. He’s monumental. He wants you to pause and consider his sheer magnificence.”
“Nope.” She pursed her lips, popping the last syllable as she giggled.
I rolled my eyes and threaded my fingers through the back of her hair, tilting her head so I could lean closer to her ear. She shook those honey locks, the scent of peaches slapping me in the face as she smiled.
“I’m so sorry, Miller. But your dick is quite beautiful. It’s the kind of dick you very much want to have snuggled up inside you.”
“Em.”
“And it’s impossible not to lick.”
“Emma.”
“And kiss the tip.”
“My cock is not beautiful,” I said, exasperated, as the song changed to something more upbeat, and she bounced from foot to foot. Her fingers interlaced with mine as we moved to the bass.
“It is. Just accept it. There are far worse fates for a dick.”
“I suppose. He’s still well above average,” I whined, nodding at Rose, who mimed that she was asking to cash out at the bar.
“Agreed, Mil.”
“You ready to get out of here?” I asked, tugging her hand so she’d follow me off the dance floor and back toward the bar. Her eyes strayed over my shoulder, and I turned my head, wondering what had captured her attention. Nothing stood out, so I focused back on her and the adorable grin she wore. Her eyes were glassy, and a light sheen of sweat made her face glow in the harsh lights above us.
She was in that blissful state of being buzzed without the uncomfortable side effects of being drunk. I wanted to get her home, then crash. The fatigue of the day was pressing against my temples and causing the knot in my right shoulder to twinge with overexertion.
“Emma?”
