“Hey, I think the car’s here.” Max announces.
Right on cue, the girls descend the staircase, all looking exceptionally gorgeous tonight but when my eyes land on Maya, I can’t turn away.
Fuck me.
She’s wearing a sexy, black, strapless mini dress with her toned tan legs on full display, Legs that I wouldn’t mind wrapped around my head later tonight. She looks fucking stunning. Her eye make up is dark and sensual.
Fuck going out, I’d happily stay right here and unwrap her like a Christmas present.
Her smile is shining so brightly and aimed directly at me. My chest tightens. I reach a hand out to her as she nears the bottom step, needing to taste those delicious lips of hers.
“Calm down, cowboy. I didn’t spend the past hour on that face for you to slobber all over it,” Blair barks, half joking half serious.
I lean into her, kissing the side of her neck. Whispering in her ear before straightening back up. “You look fucking edible, baby,”
A whoosh of breathe leaves her, her eyes wide at my comment. “You can eat me anytime,baby,” She says seductively.
“Oh, don’t worry, I plan to,” I tease. Watching her cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.
“Come on, the cabs here and the last thing we need is for you to get randy before we even make it out of the door,” Max says as he ushers us all out of the door.
Waiting outside is a fully tinted, black Mercedes van, the nicest I could find to fit the eight of us without hiring a limo.
“It’s so good having you as a big bro,” Lucy says as she pats my shoulder, stepping inside first. Max huffs as he follows her, side eyeing her but still taking the seat directly next to her, they’re so weird together.
“Let’s go and party!” Gracie sings, as the rest of us get inside.
The drive over to the bar is fun, the girls making sure to keep the vibe going by getting thedriver to blast out 2000’s club music. I notice Jenson and Blair cast fleeting glances at one another, clearly liking what they see. I have never known a couple so well suited, yet so blind to it.
“Are you looking forward to tonight?” Maya leans into me, so I can hear over the ridiculous racquet of our friends.
“I’d much rather be alone with you,” I say, nuzzling into her neck. Leaving soft kisses all the way to the tip of her shoulder.
I notice that she is squeezing her thighs together, her tell tale sign of being turned on.
“You will have me alone when we get home later.”
The lightness in my chest shocks me. Home. I love that she sees it as that, I’m well and truly whipped for this woman.
It doesn’t take long for us to arrive at the bar. It’s not quite as extravagant as Jenson’s place, but there is food, music and alcohol, just what we need.
“Good evening, Mr Jackson, your booth is this way,” the staff member says as we walk through the door, already expecting us. Having money does have its perks.
She takes us over to the area I’ve asked for, sectioned off with thick red rope.
“Your drinks will be over shortly. We have supplied a bottle of Dom Perignon ready on ice for you. Enjoy your evening” She smiles before heading back to the door.
“This is what I’m talking about,” Max exclaims as he dives into the booth, picking up the bottle. “Who would like to do the honours?”
“Give it to me, you daft bastard. I don’t trust you not to spray us with it,” Jenson says as he snatched the bottle off Max.
“Wait! Let me record you.” Gracie takes out her phone, filming him as he pops the cork with flourish, he even winks at the camera as he pours the first glass.
“Here, Maya my darling,” he says as he offers her the first glass. She eyes me cheekily as she takes the glass from him.
The music is loud but bearable, unlike at Xpressions. The girls sway to the beat as they chat while the boys and I take a seat, all three of us unable to take our eyes off them.
“So, what’s going on with you and Blair?” I ask Jenson.
