She looks past me and then back. "So, are you going to let me in or stand here in the cold?"
I blink out of the trance I was put under. "Sorry." I step to the side, gesturing to her with my hand. "After you."
Her gaze stays on me as she walks by, muttering something under her breath that I'm almost positive isn’t a compliment. She smells like watermelon and raspberry, and I want to lick her neck just to get a taste.
I shut the door and follow behind her, admiring her round ass. My mind wanders, thinking about her in yoga poses. I don't know what any of them are called. Except for the downward dog.
The downward dog. Doggy style. Riley on all four of her knees. Her hair in my fist while I pump in and out of her, tell her how tight she feels around my cock while she moans out my name. The heat in my body amplifies at the thoughts while all the blood rushes from my head to my?—
My chest collides with her back, bringing me back to reality and away from thoughts I can't be having in public.
"Ow," Riley says, turning around and glaring at me.
"Shit, sorry. I zoned out."
Riley tilts her head, and I know she’s going to poke fun at me. “What were you thinkin’ about?”
“Nothing,” I say a little too fast, making myself come off guilty.
“Really?” She looks me up and down. “I thought I felt a small prick near my ass?”
"I need to go to the bathroom.” I turn around, running up the wooden stairs and almost trip, but catch myself in time before I embarrass myself even more. Something as small as looking at her ass makes my cock strain. Adding how it felt and tasted like kissing her makes it worse.
I peek at Riley before she's out of sight, and before she turns around, I see her smirk at me like she's pleased with herself for what she's just done to me. And I'm not mad.
SIXTEEN
RILEY
I'm across from August again, like I was at Rowan's birthday dinner. After making August a little frazzled, I find myself smiling throughout the entire evening. I’m going to guess it was my ass that had him in a chokehold, and it boosts my confidence, which has been a bit low lately. It shows how much power I hold, and I hold a lot with this body I’ve worked hard on. I'm not ashamed. I've given plenty of men boners just by standing in their presence.
My head is down, but I look up and through my lashes to see what August is doing. He’s acting shy after what happened, and it’s adorable. I may have said I felt a ‘prick’ when he ran into me, but it was more than that.
That quick bump into me told me all I needed to know. That I was right about what I think he’s packing down there. I cross my legs while I think about it and try to brush away the sensation.
I dip my fork into my pasta, the cheese stretching with every pull, the meat perfectly seasoned. When I take my second bite, a moan slips through my lips. It's just so good, I can't help it. Pasta holds a special place in my heart.
I stop chewing and look up from my plate. Rowan and Ellie are still eating, but August is looking at me like I've just asked him if I can give him a blowy.
“What?” I say with a mouthful.
He raises his brows and peers down at his plate, taking a bite of his food. “Nothing. I didn’t hear anything.”
Ignoring him, I look at Rowan. “This is so good. I need the recipe.”
Ellie laughs. “You don’t know how to cook.”
“I wouldattemptto cook this. It’s worth burning my eyebrows off.”
“And how do your eyebrows play into that?” Rowan asks.
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Fire. Eyebrows.”
August snorts with a mouth full of his food. At least someone gets my humor.
“Anyone up for dessert?” Ellie asks.
“Um, yes, please,” I say. “Give me the whole pan.”
