Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Aleks dropped me to the ground but kept me close, his arm possessively hooked around me as we handed out high-fives and accepted people roughly palming our heads through our masks and giving us a good shake. There were dozens of people claiming they had downs and would play us next, but I tugged at Aleks’s damp shirt, proof that he was as hot as I was from playing a sport in this dreadful Florida heat with a rubber mask on our head.
I loved that I didn’t even have to say it. He knew by that one little motion that I needed a break.
“Alright, I think it’s time we step down from the throne and let other people play,” he announced to the disappointment of the crowd. But he just waved off their pleas, grabbing my hand in his and tugging me toward the bar.
We both chugged a water, and then I did a shot while Aleks left me only long enough to run to the restroom and back.
“Are you as sweaty under there as I am?” he asked, tugging on my mask.
“Oh, I’m absolutely disgusting. I’ve gone from a cat to a swamp monster.”
I could hear him chuckle even through the rubber, and he fished out more cash for the bartender before he had my hand in his again.
“Come on,” he said. “I know somewhere we can go.”
Tied Up in Knots
Aleks
“I promise, we’re good down here,” I said for the third time, squeezing Mia’s knee where it hooked over the edge of the pier. We were facing the now-black water of the bay, listening to the waves crashing at our feet as we licked at our ice cream cones.
Mia still had her mask perched on her head, as if she was ready to yank it down at any moment, should someone approach us. But no one was giving us a second look. There were skaters practicing moves and filming themselves in the brightly lit courtyard behind us, families playing in the park to our right, lovers sprinkled along the edge of the pier just like us, caught up in their own world. James and Hunter lurked nearby, too, just in case.
“Mia,” I said on a laugh when she flinched at a passing skateboard, her hand flying up to the mask on her head. “This is Downtown St. Pete — not L.A. We are fine.”
I peeled the rubber off her head, letting it fall to the opposite side of me where she couldn’t reach it with a slap. Her worried eyes doubled in size as she peeked up at me, but I just nodded to the melting cone in her hand.
“You better get to licking, or you’re going to have a mess on your hands.”
Mia blinked, glancing at her dripping cone before running her tongue long and flat around the edges of it. It didn’t matter that she was a sweaty, smelly mess — that woman’s sweat was like catnip to me.
She still looked fucking gorgeous.
She still had me tied up in knots with the urge to touch her.
And she was still running her tongue all along that ice cream cone in a way that made it impossible not to imagine her licking something else.
I fought not to groan at the sight, reaching down to adjust myself in my shorts.
I thought I was slick about it, but Mia arched a brow, eyes falling to my lap before she met my gaze again. “You pervert — did you just cop a chub from watching me lick an ice cream cone?”
“Hey, have some consideration for the afflicted, okay? Going through a bit of a dry spell here,” I reminded her. “And it’s not my fault you’re licking and nibbling at that ice cream cone like a little nympho.” I licked my own cone on a shrug. “I’m just a man.”
“A nympho?” She giggled. “What are we, sixteen again? I’m eating ice cream, Suter. It’s you who’s making it dirty.”
“Uh-huh. Says the one who called my cooking orgasmic last month.”
She chuckled to herself, shaking her head. I could see she was still pretty drunk — her eyes a bit glazed and unfocused as she kicked her feet. I’d watched her throw back so many shots tonight, I was surprised she was still awake.
I thought she was going to drop the conversation, but then, the little minx smiled like the devil, turning to face me more fully as she licked up the side of her cone. She made sure it was overtly slow, her eyes locked on mine as she sucked the tip of it into her mouth and moaned. She closed her eyes then, licking her lips after she swallowed the bite.
“So good,” she said a bit breathlessly.
Fuck, I wanted to be immune to it. I wanted to be able to play it off casually. But my cock was hard as a rock now, pitching a damned tent in my shorts as my eyes stayed hooked on where her tongue was licking her lips clean.