She watches me, and I bite back a smile at how her words are suddenly lost.
“How about this?” I pull the bottom of her chair, closing the distance between us. “Forget about my coach. I honestly couldn’t care less about him.”
“But you said–”
“I know what I said, pretty girl.” I study her face, and when my eyes cast down her frame, I think,fuck it.“How about you help me get you out of my damn head instead?”
She blinks twice. “You’ve been thinking about me?”
“More than I'd like to admit.”
She tilts her head back with a laugh, and a few heads turn to watch her again. When she gets herself together, I rise to my feet and nod to the door. She glances over her shoulder before looking back at me, and a smirk pulls at my lips as she shamelessly checks me out. She nods once before giving in.
She takes a few short steps to her friend to whisper something in his ear, and they both look over at me.
Her friend gives me a once-over, then gives her a knowing grin. “He’s hot.” He winks at me before turning back around and taking a shot that, I’m pretty sure, just solidified his blackout.
She tells her other friends she’s leaving with me and cautions them to watch the birthday boy before turning back around. On our way out, everyone who was watching her was now watchingus,and I didn't miss the glares of jealousy I got.
I almost go over and very politely ask them if they have an issue or if there’s just a stick up their ass, but then she looks over her shoulder at me, and as my eyes meet hers, my feet seem to have a mind of their own as they keep me close behind her.
As soon as the door to the bar closes, the lack of noise brings us out into a different world. It’s cooler out here with the lack of people, but the LA heat is still present, even with the sun being set.
“My car is this way.” I gesture to the right.
She hesitates as she looks where I pointed, down the dark street. “You’re not going to, like, murder me or anything, right?” There’s only a bit of light out here so I can just barely see the gentle smile on her face.
“I guess you have to just find out.”
A smile grows on her face as she makes her way to me. “Well, just a heads up, I can definitely take you.”
I give her a once over. She’s in heels that wrap up her calves. Even if she can fight, I don’t think she’d get far in those shoes. Then again, she wonBest Walk in Nine-inch Heels,so maybe she can.
Plus, she isn’t tiny. With these heels, I can kiss her forehead perfectly; she probably sits at 5’10 without them on.
“You think you can take me?” I turn my head as we round the corner, and she nods, her head up tall.
“One hundred percent, yes.” She looks forward. When my car is in sight, I unlock it, and she makes her way over after seeing the lights flash.
I open the back seat and nod for her to get in. I slip in after her, and she watches the roof of my car, the starlight ceiling rivaling her eyes. “Don’t you think the Wraith is better?” She glances around my car before looking over at me.
“There isn’t this much space in the back seat of a Wraith.” I take her hand, guiding her onto my lap, but she pauses and looks down at my lap, sort of laughing.
“I'm going to crush you.”
I falter for a beat. I can't tell if she’s insulting meagainor herself. I glance down at her thick thighs, but instead of replying, I pull her onto my lap.
My hands find her hips as she straddles me, and I spread my legs more, leaning back. “Perfect,” I tell her, and she feels tense, but I lean into her neck for a soft kiss, and she relaxes.
“Is that really what you took into consideration when buying a half-a-million-dollar car?”
“Absolutely; think about how unfortunate it would’ve been to spend all that money on a car, and we couldn’t even do this.” My lips crash with hers, and I don’t come up for air, but I don’t need air; I have her.
Themonthof torture finally pays off as my tongue explores her mouth. The minute she lets out a soft moan against my lips, all bets on playing nice are off. Her tongue slides against mine, and my hand finds her ass. The blood rushes to my cock as she slowly grinds against me. I bring a hand up her inner thigh slowly, fondling almost as I realize how soft her skin really is. She slows the kiss as I slip my hand into her underwear, and if I wasn't fully hard before feeling how wet she already is, I sure am now.
She lets out another soft moan as I slide my fingers in and out, but that doesn’t last more than a minute.
“More,” she whispers, and her hands find my belt, working it off. Her lips meet my neck in a rush. Her needy kisses beg for more as she memorizes my skin. I work my pants down for her, and she quickly rewards me as her mouth lands on mine.
