Page 69 of Xavier

We are greeted by a young waitress whose outfit is very similar to Brianna’s. The waitress’s gaze lingers on my body longer than appropriate, but I only have eyes for Brianna.

The waitress turns around to grab two menus before resuming her stare at my body. Brianna crosses her arms and clears her throat loudly.

I chuckle because her jealousy is the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.

After being seated at one of the outside patio tables, we order a couple of margaritas, crab cakes, conch fritters, and seafood tacos.

Brianna’s face blushes as she orders a side of coleslaw.

When the waitress leaves, she says, “It’s to help cut all the grease.”

I hold both hands up. “No judging from me. I’m glad you have a decent appetite. All it took was getting you out of the house.”

Her smile falls. “Sorry, it’s been a rough couple of weeks.”

I stop her. “There’s no reason to apologize. I should have seen the signs. I’ve been through it, too. I never should have waited.”

Brianna interrupts. “But my dad-”

“Won’t know any difference. You being happy is more important than following his stupid rules. I can protect you. I will protect you.”

She gulps and nods her head, but doesn’t speak as our drinks and appetizers are brought out.

The waitress gives us a friendly smile and apologizes for the tacos taking a little while longer before heading to another table.

The bartender turns on some music, and several customers cheer, including Brianna. It’s like the music Brianna was singing and dancing to in the car.

She grins and dances with herself before grabbing a conch fritter and placing it on the small round plate in front of her.

We eat, drink, and laugh like we are living in a parallel universe.

Today, we have no worries, no cares in the world, or no demons we are running and hiding from, and that’s just the way I want it to be.

Brianna drinks the rest of her margarita and orders us another round before standing and pulling me up with her.

I don’t know if it’s the heat, the new carefree attitude, the alcohol, or a combination of all the above, but I dance with her.

Other customers around us stand and dance as well, making Brianna grin.

She spins around and presses her back into my chest. We move as one to the beat of the music.

My hands trail up her bare stomach, stopping when I get to the elastic band of her shirt. I slip one finger under the elastic before making my way back down her stomach, resting my hands on her hips.

Her back arches, pushing her ass into my growing erection as a soft moan comes from her lips.

She circles her hips, grinding her ass against me. My hips thrust my cock harder against her ass as my grip on her hips tightens.

Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “You’re tempting me, Princess. Unless you’re ready to let everyone watch me fuck you on this picnic table, you might want to stop grinding your ass against my cock.”

I press my lips to her neck before gently biting down. My tongue swipes across her skin and she lets out a loud moan.

She turns around in my arms before stepping away. “I guess we should finish eating.”

She doesn’t return to her side of the table. She sits on my side of the bench, scooting close enough that our bodies are touching.

The waitress brings our tacos over before heading to the bar to grab our margaritas. She places Brianna’s glass across the table where her other glass was and places mine directly in front of me.

I down the rest of my drink and hand her the empty glass. Our hands touch briefly and I can feel Brianna stiffen beside me.

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