I jerked my head in Magnum’s direction, hating how much I desired to agree to his offer.
Taken.
That word bounced around my mind, bringing with it things I’d hoped to repress. Keeping my eyes focused on Summer, I lifted my almost empty bottle and toasted her words, agreeingwith a nod at her suggestion that Brooke and Magnum drop the incessant PDA.
“Hear, hear, woman.”
Taken.
My pulse pounded so loudly in my ears I was sure the entire place heard it, as images of her flooded my brain.
Her hands bound above her head while I relentlessly pounded into her from above.
Her on all fours, her ass in the air, as I draped myself over her, rubbing tight circles against her needy clit.
I cataloged every movement of her face as one side of her mouth tilted higher than the other, causing a sexy little smirk to appear. Helpless to stop it, my lips did the same. Clearly Magnum had ordered me a double IPA with a 10.5 percent alcohol content, because my mouth had never made such useless gestures.
“Nice to see us agree on something. Smiling looks good on you, Cinnamon Roll,” she added as the bartender headed our way and she ordered another round for her table.
I suppressed another smile as hers lit up the room. Gesturing to a bottle behind the bar and then to the mixers lined up beside the ice bin, her arms waved and her shoulder brushed against mine. And like a touch-starved idiot, I adjusted myself so I’d be closer. My arm prickled where our skin connected, and a bolt of desire zipped down my spine.
Now, pictures of my vivid dream, of her taking my dick in her sweet mouth, invaded my mind as I pursed my lips and then finished the beer. I wasn’t sure when it had happened, but I knew right then and there, the mesmerizing woman beside me had captured my attention, and I wanted nothing more than to bask in her warmth.
“Want another?” she asked, leaning closer so I’d hear her. Another moron had taken the stage, doing an awful impressionof some big-named country singer. “It might make your evening more bearable.”
“The evening might yet be salvageable, because the company has improved drastically,” I said, shaking my head as she gestured to my beer.
That last one went down way too smoothly, and if Summer, Addison, and the rest of those lushes at the table kept ordering rounds, someone needed to be the voice of reason. It wasn’t like I could count on my brother, since his tongue was busy inspecting Brooke’s tonsils.
Not that I blamed him—since he at least had the foresight to keep things mostly PG.
“Was that a compliment?”
“It sure as shit wasn’t an insult.”
“Good to know.”
The bartender returned, pushing a strawberry margarita closer to Summer, and causing her to lean over the edge of the bar, not taking her gaze from mine. Her pink tongue peeked from between her lips, and she swiped it over the salt on the rim of the glass. I swallowed and met her eyes, watching as her pupils dilated in the low light.
I recognized that look. It matched what I’d felt since the moment I recognized her voice on stage.
“Isn’t there something we need to finish, Mav?” she asked as Brooke and Magnum broke away and carried the rest of the drinks back to the table.
“Finish?”
“Yes. I distinctly remember you almost demanding that we continue our conversation from the other day. And I’d much rather discuss that than whatever Trey wanted.”
“Oh, really?” I answered, taking a step away from her and immediately missing the contact.
Her tone was teasing, sounding like a mix between annoyance and irritation, and reminding me I never explained why her dipshit of an ex came to see her. I’d become invested in her well-being and was more than a little curious to hear about this inheritance he said he was rightfully owed. Mentioning that he needed the money to build a nursery seemed especially spiteful, and I had no desire to pass that information along.
“Yes. I’ve been thinking about things since you left, and I want to answer you.”
Her words caressed my skin, and she faced me, licking the salt from her lips and pressing her body closer.
I stood straighter, spreading my legs and crossing my arms. This was not the time or the place to discuss that nonsense I’d spewed, when I allowed my dick to do the talking. Still, there was something aboutherthat had burrowed beneath my skin. What would be the harm in simplylettingmyself give in?
I’d asked her how she felt that evening in her kitchen, and now I had to live with the consequences.
