Fuck, when did I close my eyes? I open them to his darkened gaze. The sounds of other diners filters through the pleasure Oh, hell, everyone in this restaurant is going to know exactly what he’s doing to me beneath this table. Instead of pushing him away, the idea makes me even wetter.
“Are you with me?”
“Mmhmm.” I’m desperately trying not to roll my hips with his thrusts and to appear calm and collected like he isn’t fucking me with his fingers currently, maddeningly. I’m not sure I’m being convincing.
“There’s one more.” Drew’s eyes sparkle. “He’s the hardest to make cross that line. He can’t even touch you he wants you so much.”
I can’t help it. My gaze strays to Wyatt and collides with his dark, narrowed eyes. I bite my lip as my orgasm rolls through me, pulling me higher.
I want to cry out and moan and pant, but I keep it all under wraps, focused on Wyatt’s eyes as Drew works my clutching pussy through my release.
“That’s it, princess. Show him what he’s missing. Show him what he won’t be able to resist.”
My lips part on a gasp at his words and the shimmering aftermath of my release. Wyatt’s eyes drop to my lips and an aftershock rips through me. I moan softly, unable to stop myself.
Chapter 19
Deferred Payment
Sara
Drew withdraws his fingers and straightens my panties, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Wyatt. It could be seconds or minutes that we stay locked together as my release fades.
“How is everything?”
My cheeks burn as my gaze darts to the server. And the realization that I just came in a very public place that my mother’s cronies might tell her about. Fuck.
“Everything’s wonderful.” Drew takes my hand and squeezes it. “I think we’ll skip dessert tonight.”
The server nods and walks away.
“Excuse me. I need to use the restroom.” I blush, realizing how damp I am between my legs.
Drew stands and helps me to my feet. He leans in to my ear. “No spot on the back, princess. You’re safe.”
I breathe a thank you. I would have worried the whole walk across the dining area if he hadn’t said anything. The bathroom is blessedly empty and I clean up as best I can.
Fuck. What the hell am I thinking? I’m so wrapped up in Drew and the guys that I can’t see clearly or just use common sense. My mother’s friends are always having dinner here, or know someone who is.
Everything I do gets back to my mother.
This month was about exploring being on my own. Trying new things. Dating someone I actually like. Not coming in a restaurant filled with my peers while meeting Wyatt Hawkins’s eyes.
Is Drew right? Is that why Wyatt stopped touching me? He wants me as badly as I want him? This is fucking with my brain.
Wyatt
I tip my glass at the waiter as Sara disappears to the bathroom. There isn’t enough alcohol in the world to erase the image of Sara coming at the table across from me. I might not have known what that looked like if I hadn’t been a perv on the wall in her bedroom an hour ago.
“Wyatt, do you think the pink or the white is better?” Talia holds her phone out to me, showing me pictures of fingernails.
Fuck, what am I doing? I could try to get it up for Talia tonight, but the reality is, I’d close my eyes and see Sara. Her red hair spread out on the pillow. Her pink lips parted as she comes around my cock.
Finn is right. I can’t keep doing this. Even Talia deserves better.
The waiter brings me a fresh glass of scotch and I sip it. Drew gives me a nod as he lifts his glass and takes a drink. He casually brings his fingers to his nose to smell her.
Fuck, I shouldn’t be envious of that guy. Even though I’ve seen her come, I haven’t felt her pussy convulse on my fingers or tasted her on my tongue. I don’t know what her arousal smells like.
