Page 48 of Drunk on You

“Oh God,” she mutters, shaking her head. “If you keep doing that, we’ll never make it out of this room.” She backs up slightly and locks eyes with me. “But for the record, I love giving head, and if you play your cards right, by the end of the night, my lips will be wrapped around your dick.”

With a playful wink, she walks past me, stopping to brush her fingertips along my groin. I grab her hand and tug her toward me, but it doesn’t take much since she comes willingly.

Reaching up, she whispers, “And if you’re a good boy, I’ll even let you fuck my mouth. A little fun fact: I have no gag reflex.”

“That’s it!” I lift her over my shoulder, and she shrieks in shock. “The only place we’re going to is the bedroom.” I give her ass a hard slap, making her giggle.

“Julian, put me down!” she yells through her laughter as she pounds my back. “We have to go to dinner, and you’re messing up my hair.”

“Oh, baby,” I tell her, setting her down on her feet since she’s right. As much as I want nothing more than to rip our clothes off and sink into her, we can’t stand her dad and Selene up.

“We need to take pictures before dinner,” I say, grabbing my wallet, phone, and room key. “Because afterward, I’m going to be messing up a whole lot more than your hair.”

“Mmm,” she moans dramatically. “I can’t wait.”

With another smack to her ass—this one not as hard—I push her out the door before we don’t make it to dinner.

When we arrive at the luau, we show the hostess our IDs, and we’re each given a wristband, indicating we’re old enough to drink. Then, a woman places a bright pink-and-white-flowered lei over each of our heads.

We thank her and then stop at the drink station, each grabbing a mai tai before we make our way over to the table where Ana’s dad and Selene are sitting with a drink in their hands.

“Mmm,” Ana moans, taking a sip. “Delicious.”

I take a sip of mine and have to agree. It’s a good quality drink.

“Oh, Anastasia. You look beautiful,” Selene gushes when she spots us. “Hawaii definitely agrees with you.”

She envelops Ana in a motherly embrace. I’m not sure if it’s because of the sun she’s gotten today or if she’s overwhelmed by the affection, but when she thanks Selene, she says it almost shyly, her cheeks tinted a light shade of pink that I didn’t notice before. Then, Samuel stands to give her a hug as well.

We’ve spoken about her strained relationship with her dad, but she hasn’t said anything about how she feels with him being married. I know she was close with her mom, so I imagine it’s hard to see him with someone else. And because Selene is literally the nicest person, it’s impossible to hate her.

We have a seat across from her dad and Selene, and I drape my arm across Ana’s shoulders. I’m not sure how she’ll react since we’re no longer in the heat of passion, so I’m shocked when she snuggles against me and rests her head on my chest, letting me hold her.

The music dies down, and the DJ announces that the show is about to begin, so we turn our attention to the stage. It’s dark outside, but the lights around the area and on the stage create a glow to showcase the dancers. The music kicks on, and they start dancing.

The performance is entertaining, and at one point, they convince Ana to go onstage and join them. She shakes her hips like a pro, and I can’t take my eyes off of her.

When the show ends and everyone claps, they encourage us all to get up and dance.

“Dance with me,” Ana asks, tugging on my hand.

“I’m nowhere near drunk enough to embarrass myself like that,” I say with a laugh.

“Please.” She pouts, showing me a new side of her—the cute, playful side.

“Not happening. I’d rather watch you.”

Her pout deepens, and then she leans in and whispers, “I wonder how my lipstick will look on your cock,” knowing damn well she’s got me.

“You play hardball, Red,” I groan, standing and taking her hand in mine.

A beautiful smile spreads across her face, and I can’t help staring at her.

“What?” she asks. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You look different,” I tell her, pulling her into my arms and swaying to the music.

“Different how?” she questions, her brows furrowing in confusion.

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