I watched the boys walk away then shifted my gaze to Skye. She was fidgeting with the straw of her orange juice. “Want me to leave, Blue?” Beneath her white transparent blouse, her chest rose and fell in rapid succession. Silence hung between us but there was no awkwardness, more a definitive tension that, if I thought about it, had always heightened what we felt for each other. When she didn’t answer, I slid in next to her, bringing her eyes up to meet mine. “Do I intimidate you that much?”
Those beautiful lips pursed in a straight line. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
I cocked a brow. “Baby’s all grown up I see.” I moved closer until we were touching from shoulder to knee. Surprisingly, she didn’t move away. The memorable scent of lilac filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply. Fuck, she smelled like home, and I was desperate to reside in her heart once again. “Why didn’t you tell Caleb who I was?” She said nothing, keeping her eyes on her drink. “What would it take for you to speak to me?” Silence. “What’s wrong, Blue, is it tango time?” I teased. Still nothing. Not even that usual smirk I got as she grew older. I tried a different approach. “Would this do it?”
Twisting my body to face her, I laid one arm along the backrest behind us and slid my other hand over her thigh. Caught off guard by the skin-on-skin contact, I ground my teeth through the heat snaking over my body. Her gaze shot down to where my hand rested on her thigh, her chest heaving in tight little pants. I didn’t miss the way she gripped her napkin between her fingers. I still affected her. Good.
“You’re shaking.” I could feel her thigh flexing beneath my fingers.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice trembling. She tried pushing my hand off her thigh, her gaze flying over my shoulder as chatter erupted around us.
I didn’t budge, moving my hand under the hem of her short skirt. “I’m pretty sure you know what I’m doing,” I growled, my face hovering close to hers. “It worked, didn’t it? You’re talking to me.”
“Don’t. Caleb will...” she trailed off at my cocked brow.
Irritation skirting my tolerance, I leaned closer. “I was just a kid when I fell in love with you, Blue. Not knowing, not understanding what it was.” I rubbed my nose down her cheek, feeling her shudder beneath my touch. “You were mine long before Caleb. But you ran away, denying me a chance I deserved with you. So, fight me all you want, I’m not giving you up, this time around.”
Shock passed over her features until my fingers crept further up, gliding over her lacy panties to rub her pussy. She made a sound, something primal.
“Say my name and I’ll stop.” I’d waited all night to hear her say it. Still, she kept quiet. Her escalated breathing, however, betrayed her pretense to remain unaffected. “Tell me your pussy isn’t dripping for me, Blue.”
“Don’t,” it was a weak attempt for whatever she was trying to say.
“You want me to stop?”
I watched her swallow repeatedly, her nails biting into the napkin she still held onto like some shameful lifeline. Indecision rallying over her features telling me she wasn’t sure if she wanted me or not. I didn’t plan on giving her a choice. She’d already stolen years for me, another second wasn’t debatable.
Somewhere to our left sudden laughter bellowed through the air. Her head snapped in that direction, bringing her gaze up to meet mine. With my body shielding her from prying eyes, I leaned closer, brushing my lips lightly over hers. She jerked her head away widening her legs ever so slightly and giving me room to squeeze her pussy.
Please,” she whimpered, her hooded eyes finding mine again.
“Is that a plea for me to stop or finger fuck you right now?” I asked, sliding my hand inside her panty. “Or would you like me to kneel in front of you and tongue that sweet pussy of yours until you orgasm in front of everyone here.”
“Holy cow,” she gulped, her eyes wide with shock.
I merely cocked a brow.Yes, baby, Shay has changed.
“Oh.” She jumped as my finger slid through her slit.
“Fuck, you’re drenched.” My cock thickened, pushing against my pants. “Open your legs,” my tone left no room for argument. She complied, surprising me. “Good girl.”
I rubbed her clit in slow lazy circles, pressing down lightly. She clutched the edge of the table, her hips bucking, shoving into my hand, her moan, a little louder. “Shh, just relax,” I soothed, dipping my head to graze her shoulder with my lips.
“Easy for you to say,” she snapped.
“There’s my cheeky little Blue,” I chuckled sliding a finger inside her.
She was tight, hot and fucking wet. A low growl rumbled out my chest, desperate to take her right now, to explore every inch of her, to worship her and make her mine once more. She shifted her hips, allowing me to slide deeper. Slowly, I finger-fucked her, watching her reactions, mesmerized. She was so damn beautiful. I slid my thumb over her clit, and she almost lost it.
“Oh, God,” she whisper-cried, her lids closing.
I stopped. “That’s not the name I want to fucking hear, baby,” I hissed in her ear. She quivered, her hand dropping to my thigh. “You know what I want.” All I got was a groan. After a quick scan of the room to ensure we didn’t have an audience, I kissed her neck, her ear, her chin. When I twisted my finger, hitting that delicate spot, her head fell back against the seat with a noisy sigh.
She was close. Mindless groans, desperate and sexy, fell from her lips. Her legs further widening to accommodate another finger. So eager to please, to come. Her hips began moving, thrusting up, forcing my fingers deeper. It took everything I had, not to lift her onto the table, open her legs wide and tongue fuck her pussy.
“Do you want to come?”
She didn’t reply, yet the fiery moans of her pleasure, the slick sounds of her wet pussy, the quick bursts of exhales and her tight grip on my thigh, answered for her. I watched her bite her lower lip, keen to give her what she clearly wanted without asking. But I’d become a bastard. The thought of Caleb touching her, kissing her, causing her to cry out, made me fuck her harder.
