Page 66 of Succeeding Love

“They gather at the bars and clubs the later it gets. We’re getting far from the mall, too.”

“You know,” she twisted back to stare up at me, grabbing my hand on her shoulder with both of hers. “I haven’t been to a bar or a club in a long time.”

“Me neither. Well, maybe bars, but only the restaurant ones. I’m too old for that shit.” I used to have to pull my soldiers piss drunk out of bars in the middle of the night when they would start causing trouble. It turned me off to the whole idea of partying.

“You’re not old,” she droned.

“I felt old around all those kids tonight.”

“Really? They all seemed to think you were the coolest thing ever. They couldn’t get enough of your stories about their coach and the army.”

I chuckled softly. “Only old men tell stories like that to the younger generations.”

“Nuh uh. You’re too sexy to be old,” she said, then quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

“You think I’m sexy?” I teased her.

She sighed, dropping one hand and grabbing my hand with her other. “Who wouldn’t? I didn’t mean to say that out loud, though.”

“I like that you have no brain to mouth filter.” I hugged her to my side. “It’s one thing that makes you so sexy.” I wiggled my eyebrows to drive my point home.

“It’s not sexy,” she smiled, biting her bottom lip.

I shrugged. “Sexy. Adorable. The cutest fucking thing ever.”

“You’re sweet,” she giggled. “Fine. If you don’t mind my filterless mouth, I won’t mind it either.”

“You shouldn’t. I like your filterless mouth.” I bent to gently place my lips on hers. “I like it a lot.”

The lighting from above danced on her gorgeous face, and her eyes twinkled.

“I like your mouth too.” Her eyes glanced at my lips. She then whispered, “I really like what you did with it earlier.”

A fire lit inside of me. “What did I do earlier?”

Her face turned the prettiest shade of pink. “You know.”

“Did you suddenly gain a filter?” I laughed softly.

She stubbornly set her jaw. “No. That’s just…. Dirty.”

“Dirty, but delicious,” I whispered, kissing her one more time. “I plan on doing it again when we get back to the room. Maybe in the hot tub this time.”

She squeaked, making a smug smile spread across my face. Fuck, she was adorable. I wanted to put my dirty mouth all over her, right here, right now.

That was probably a bad idea. My kisses and groping were getting worse by the second. It was less crowded, but there were still people around.

We passed a bar with salsa music playing, signs for margarita specials posted outside. Lynn turned her head, clearly intrigued.

“Mmh, margaritas,” she got all doe-eyed at the sign. She was craning her neck to see inside. It was clear what she wanted.

I guess my dirty mouth can wait another hour.

“Want one?” I started steering us to the bar, already knowing her answer.

“Maybe one,” she beamed. Then she pursed her pouty lips. “Do you think we can get one to go?”

A shit-eating grin broke across my face. “Probably not. It doesn’t matter, anyway.”

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