“Carter.”
She is fucking phenomenal. I cannot get enough of her.
I pinch her clit, and she releases an audible gasp.
She’s so fucking beautiful as she tries hard not to make any noise. Heather fights every moan from slipping out of her pouty lips.
When I push two fingers inside her slick pussy, her eyes widen as she shakes her head.
“Carter. No. I can’t-“
Placing my hand on the side of her face, I stare into her unsure eyes.
“Yes, gorgeous girl. You can and will. Feel my fingers fucking your beautiful pussy. Give into it. Come for me.”
Pressing my lips to hers, I swipe my tongue over hers. Her pussy squeezes my fingers as I swallow her delicious moans, muffling her sweet sounds.
Pulling my fingers out of her, I put them in my drink and swirl them around while she stares at me, her mouth gaping open.
“Why?” she asks as I lift my glass and take a sip.
“I think this is my new favorite drink, Little Heathen.”
Her cheeks blush crimson as I chuckle and my brothers join in.
“When you don’t wear panties, we will take that as a request to have our fingers inside you, regardless of where we are. If you want to misbehave, that’s fine. But accept the consequences.”
If I thought she’d respond by being anything other than being a brat, I was wrong.
Reaching over, she picks up my glass and downs the liquid before placing the glass back on the table.
Arching an eyebrow, I ask, “Feel better, Little Heathen?”
Shaking her head, she giggles and hip checks me.
“No. I have to pee really bad.”
I rise to my feet so she can get out of the booth and follow behind her as she nearly sprints to the ladies room.
After a few moments, Heather comes out of the bathroom and then heads straight for the bar.
“I need a drink. Let’s try tequila. I’m celebrating.”
The bartender pours her a shot with a lime hanging from the rim and slides it to her.
“What are you celebrating?” He asks, and I visibly cringe at her answer.
“Both of my parents are dead.”
Placing my arm around her waist, I try to cover for my obviously drunk girl.
“We are celebrating their lives.”
I leave a twenty on the bar as she tosses her drink back.
Taking her across the dance floor to get back to the table, I attempt to figure out how she’s intoxicated.
“How much did you drink, Little Heathen?”
