Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I reach across the table and run the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, pulling it down as I go, pausing to meet her eyes for a beat longer than necessary. Then I withdraw my hand and bring my thumb to my mouth.
"You won’t have to worry about having any more of those,” I add, watching her eyes round as I suck it between my lips, holding it there for a moment while shock and uncertainty flicker across her face.
Reluctantly, I allow her to withdraw her thumb and chuckle when she looks at it, holding it up like a hitchhiker on the side of the highway.
“I’ve tasted the Creme Brule before,” I tell her. “It never tasted this good.”
She considers that for a moment, sitting up in her seat and adjusting her dress. She’s impressively nonplussed considering the night she’s had and that a stranger just sucked her thumb into his mouth.
The heat along the tops of her cheeks and the way her eyes keep wandering to my mouth, my chest, and the spot on the table right above where my cock is trying its damnedest to get to her is the only signal she’s offering that the evening is moving in a positive direction.
“Do you actually say things like that to women? Because, that other lady sure beat it out of here in a hurry. So, no offense, but you are already suspect.”
She shakes her head, the little loops of her hair pinned in place, bobbing as she does. She slips the spoon covered in the last bits of the dessert upside down onto her tongue. Her lips close around it, then she pulls it out so slowly I nearly whip cream in my fucking boxers.
“You, sir, are suspect.” She points the spoon at me accusingly, but all it does is draw my eyes to her chest. Her creamy, jiggly tits billow out of the low neckline, and they are a perfect handful. My dick is already throbbing and drooling for that candy coating I know is hot and slick between her thick thighs.
I don’t even bother telling her I’ve never said anything like that to a woman before in my life. I let her have her little sassy moment. I’ll give her the power.
This once.
It only makes me want her more, and the last half-hour watching her eat the dessert only solidified her fate, even if she has no idea.
The way she took each bite like it was life-changing was better than any porn ever made. I’ve never found porn that enticing, really. But this girl’s my own personal Pornhub.
Fuck.
I don’t even know her name.
I start to ask, but there’s a hard slap on my shoulder and I spin my head, ready to lay out that fucker I escorted out, thinking he may have gotten into some liquid courage and come back to gather up some of his pride.
Instead, there’s Cyrus with a snarky grin. “Hi.” He snaps his tongue behind his teeth, extending his hand to…
Fuck, I didn’t get to ask her name.
“I’m Cyrus, this ugly fucker’s brother.”
She takes his hand, her eyes narrowing as they shake, then she pulls away. “I see the psychotic resemblance in your eyes.”
Cyrus nods, looking down at me as I silently tell him to fuck the hell off right now.
“Not inaccurate,” he answers as I shove his hand off me, threatening him with a hard stare.
He responds by taking a step back. He knows me better than anyone, so I don’t have to tell him he’s about to get an ass kicking for him to know it’s coming.
“Just wanted to tell you I’m heading out to see grandma. Wondered if you had a message for her?” Cyrus nods toward the door. “Noticed your date from earlier didn’t stick around.”
“Fuck off, brother.” He’s pushing the line and if it wouldn’t make her get up and ball it out of here, I’d knock that fucking smirk off his face.
“I’ll take that as a no.” He bends in a little bow toward the angel across the table, then shakes his head at me. “I’ll talk to you later. Before I get to Gran, I’m gonna go chase down some asshole who skated out on his bill. Dumbass. Sis had his name on the reservation. And now, I have his address. So, off I go. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
With that, he’s moving toward the door, whistling and skipping like he’s on his way to fucking prom.
“Well,” she says, drawing my eyes back as she does this little lip-popping thing she’s done a couple of times already. So fucking cute. Then the lines in her forehead furrow as if she’s suddenly remembered something unpleasant.
Her happy focus evaporates, and I hate it. Something’s bothering her, and I’m not having it.
“What’s wrong?” I demand, leaning elbows on the table, the knuckles of my fists meeting under my chin.