And if it wasn’t for her dark hair tumbling down her backand all over her shoulders, lush with curls.The red lip she gave him thatreminded him how those felt wrapped around his dick.Her heavily made-up eyesthat made her look sultry—because it was the classy, glamorous kind, not thetrashy, overdone kind—he wouldn’t have looked at anything else.
And he barely thought of anything else but how many ways hewas going to fuck her that night.
If asked, he would have called it that he would hook up witha woman in the life.Like Snap did with Rosalie.Rosie’s dad was a biker, sheknew their world and didn’t want to leave it.
He did not suspect he’d find someone like Tack found withTyra or Hop found with Lanie, or even Joke found with Carissa.
He got his own version of that.
Rosalie could get dolled up and it’d be hot, in an objectiveway from Dutch’s point of view.
But she wouldn’t be caught dead in a dress that hinted atprofessional, was demure in almost every way, but in truth, was designed todrive a man out of his mind.
“IfIhad to endure the torturefor days,you can do it for one dinner,” she declared.
“Babe, since we started to get busy, you’ve had fiveorgasms, sucked me off three times and got me off with a hand job.You’vehardly gone wanting.”
“Mm,” she hummed again, squeezing his thigh.
He realized talking about this shit wasn’t helping.
He caught her hand when it shifted dangerously, and when hedid, she said, “You give good date, Dutch Black.”
“I don’t know how you can think that.You turned me intothat loser who can’t stop staring at a woman’s tits.”
“Honey.”
At her tone, horrified and remorseful, he glanced at her.
Which instantly turned him the latter.
“Babe, it wasn’t that bad,” he somewhat lied.
“I think you need to know something,” she told him.
“What?”
“That’s the best date I’ve ever been on.”
This, “What?”was surprised.
“You know, I’ve got a mirror, so I know conventionally, withthe symmetry of my face and the thickness of my hair and whatnot, I’mconsidered attractive.”
Suddenly, at her detached and impartial assessment of herown looks, he wanted to laugh.
He didn’t and she kept going.
“That said, every girl who goes on a date with a guy shereally,really,” she squeezed his hand, “likes, wants that guy tostare at her through the date like he can barely control himself from pouncingon her.Not only is it sexy as hell, it feels unbelievably nice.”
“Glad you enjoyed yourself,” he muttered.
“Sorry you didn’t,” she said.“That sucks.”
Well, shit.
“Georgiana.”
“Yes?”
