Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Because they’re my at-home jeans. They’re ratty, and they sag at my ass.”
I stared as she flipped down the visor and slid a tongue ring in expertly, then delicately pulled the septum ring down and out of her nostrils.
“You’re not going in there without pants,” I argued as she turned her head to smile at me.
“Sure I am.” She jumped out of the truck before I could stop her.
“Anita!” I yelled, making her grin as I rounded the hood.
“You’re yelling,” she said.
“Sorry.” I grimaced.
Ani laughed, and then adjusted her shirt.
Jesus. It was a tank top, but she’d pulled it down to just under her ass cheeks, the lace at the bottom giving just a couple inches more length.
“See—it’s a dress.”
“It’s not a fucking dress.” I swallowed hard as she adjusted the thin straps at her shoulders.
“Sure it is. Let’s go.”
I followed her across the street, trying not to stare at her small but perfectly rounded ass as it moved underneath the thin material.
“Are you even wearing underwear?” I asked, glaring at the idiots smoking by the door.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased as she entered the dark bar.
Jesus.
“Can I get a Hefeweizen?” Ani asked as she stepped up onto the bar’s foot rail and leaned up against the counter, making her shirt rise up the backs of her thighs. I stepped quickly behind her so she wouldn’t flash the bar, and she instantly leaned back against me, her elevated height making her ass nestle right into my crotch.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my hand coming up to grip her hip.
Ani’s smiling face turned toward me. “Actually, make that two.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you if I have to get on that stage with my dick hard,” I warned, pulling her tighter against me.
“Then you should probably back up,” she retorted, standing up straight so her back was pressed up against my chest and her weight was resting against me.
It would be so easy to run my hand around her front and slide my fingers into her cunt without anyone knowing. The way we were pressed against the crowded bartop hid her from just below her ribs, and the tank top was so high on her thighs I wouldn’t even have to move it.
“Two Hefs,” the bartender announced, smiling at me.
“Thanks, Rach,” I replied, pulled out of my fantasy. I pulled a twenty out of my pocket and set it on the bar.
As soon as the bartender had moved away, Ani spun around so she was facing me, leaning back on her elbows and making it infinitely harder not to fuck her right there in the bar.
It was getting ridiculous. I didn’t know where the hell it was coming from, but the sudden attraction was almost overwhelming. I’d always thought Ani was pretty—she was pretty by anybody’s standards. Her features were small, and she had pouty lips and clear blue eyes, and even though she was tiny, she was rounded in all the right places. But I hadn’t wanted to fuck her until that stupid fucking kiss almost a month ago when I’d been trying to protect the bruised ego of a drunk girl.
Apparently, I’d opened Pandora’s box. And by the way her eyes were dilating as she stared at my mouth, I’d opened it for both of us.
Jay started his usual spiel about only singing covers and I cleared my throat, making Ani’s gaze meet mine.
“I should get up there,” I said roughly. How the fuck I was going to walk with the hard-on from hell tenting my jeans, I had no idea.
“Yeah.”
“Stop with the fuck-me eyes.”
“You really want me to stop?” she asked quietly, leaning forward a little.
I cleared my throat again, my hand tightening at her hip. “Fuck no.”
Her lips tilted up in a smile, and she leaned forward even farther, taking my bottom lip into her mouth and sucking on it gently. The tide broke.
I slid my leg between hers and leaned down farther so I could slide my tongue into her mouth as her hands came up to rest against my jaw.
I didn’t understand what the fuck was happening, but I hadn’t lied. I didn’t want her to stop looking at me like she was. I didn’t want her to stop kissing me or driving me fucking insane with her tight little body.
I knew I was fucked, but in a crowded bar in Portland, an hour from our homes and almost completely anonymous, I just wanted to keep kissing her and feeling her little tits pressed up against my chest.
“Abraham, come on, man!” Jay’s annoyed voice broke through the fog of lust in my head.
“Shit,” I complained, pulling away.
“Go,” she said back, pushing at my chest.
I glanced down her body while Jay gave me more shit from up on the stage. “Stay right here, all right?”
“Where would I go?”