Page 5 of Stuck On Them

As we walked into the Diamond Lounge at The Bella Grand Hotel, we split up—Luca and Garrett heading to the far end of the bar and me to the other. If any of us were going to be recognized and draw attention, it would be Luca since his family owned The Bella Grand along with other locations across the world.

The bar was busy, but there were still seats since there was a lull between the happy hour crowd and the late-night partiers. With dark wood and strategic lighting, the atmosphere was the perfect romantic backdrop.

I slid onto a barstool next to a pair of blondes who were both drinking something pink. I nodded to the bartender, who nodded back, acknowledging he was getting me my usual.

The two women looked over at me and then whispered to each other, giggling. Giggling wasn’t really my thing, but they were both attractive.

Until the one next to me spoke.

“Hi, I’m Sarah. This is Megan.” Her voice was nasally, and I knew without a doubt it would be an erection killer. “What’s your name, daddy?”

The urge to roll my eyes was so strong I had to look away. Garrett met my gaze and subtly shook his head. Luca was laughing into his whiskey glass, obviously having heard her say the worddaddy.

Fuck. The whole bar practically had.

I looked back at the women, who were both smiling at me. “I’m not your daddy.” I grabbed the drink the bartender had just put down and slid over to the empty barstool next to me.

Both women scoffed and pinned me with dirty looks before the one named Sarah turned to give me her back.

Shaking my head, I picked up my bourbon and took a drink while scanning the room. I felt out of practice since I’d been using an exclusive dating app for hookups for the past year. In a way, it was cut and dry with what both parties wanted, and an added benefit was the non-disclosure agreement automatically in place.

It wasn’t the same as meeting someone in the wild, though. On the app, there was very little flirting, no anticipation, and only physical attraction. So far, the bar wasn’t much better thanks to the giggling blondes.

Someone gently touched my elbow, and I turned my head back in the direction of the blonde, ready to make it abundantly clear I wasn’t interested. She might have been attractive, but I was bored with carbon copies of the same woman.

“Is this seat taken?” A woman with brown hair smiled sheepishly, her cheeks tinged pink.

“It’s not.” I glanced at her mouth, unable to resist as she bit into her bottom lip. “It’s all yours.”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she scooted the stool out, turning her body toward me as she sat. Her knees brushed against my thigh as she swiveled forward, and my skin tingled with awareness.

She drummed her fingernails against the bar and then reached forward to grab the drink menu. “What’s good?”

“You can’t go wrong with any of the drinks here.” I swiveled in her direction, one of my knees settling against the side of her leg.

She didn’t move away from the touch, but her hands subtly tightened on the menu and she looked over at my glass. “What are you drinking?”

“Bourbon.” She scrunched her nose, and I scooted my drink toward her and reached over the bar to grab a cocktail straw. “Try it.”

“Out of your glass?” She took the straw from me and put it in the amber liquid. “What if you have cooties?”

“What if you do?” I put my hand on the back of her chair and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “If I have it my way, the last thing on your mind will be my cooties.”

Her skin broke out in goosebumps as I brushed my lips just under her ear before returning to my space. It was a bold move, but if I wanted this to happen, I couldn’t tiptoe around what I wanted.

She stayed silent and nodded as she swirled the straw. She put her finger over the end of it and lifted it from the glass, placing it in her mouth. My cock stirred as her pink lips closed around it, and she met my eyes as she removed her finger.

Her hazel eyes dilated, and she slowly pulled the straw out, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked the liquid from it. Heat spread down my spine as I imagined her doing that to me.

“Was that good for you?” I moved my hand off the back of her stool and trailed my knuckles down her bare arm.

“It was.” Her face twisted a bit, and she coughed.

I chuckled and gestured for the bartender to bring me two more. “It gets smoother the more you drink it.”

She brought a hand to her throat. “Wow. That’s strong enough to grow some hair on your chest.”

“Oh, yeah? You have experience with that?” The juxtaposition between what she’d just done to the straw and what came out of her mouth was amusing. I grabbed my glass and tried to hide my smile as I took a drink.

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