Page 109 of Tempting All The Way

I shake it. “How many has she had?” I ask.

“She is right here and can speak for herself,” Bentley slurs. I guide her into the booth before sliding in beside her.

“Thatwas full,” Jules replies, pointing at a half-empty bottle of tequila.

“Bentley, I think it’s time I took you home,” I tell her.

“Nope, it’s early and there’s still tequila.” She shakes her head, appearing to make herself dizzy as she reaches out and grabs for the bottle.

Thankfully Jules snatches it first. “I’ll pour. You’re just going to spill it all.”

Bentley looks at me. “You really are too hot for your own good, you know that, Nathan Miller?”

I smirk at her, “I do now.”

“And I really like your O benefits program,” she adds.

“Good to know,” I say.I have no idea how I’m going to convince her to come home with me. I need to get her out of this bar. She’s wasted.

“What if it’s true? What if I’m nothing but an easy girl who opens her legs way too wide. And what if my dad is ashamed of me?” she questions after a moment of silence. I can hear the hint of sadness in her voice. “But I really like opening my legs wide for you, Mr Miller. This is your fault, you know. Yours and that magic cock you have.”

I laugh. I know I shouldn’t but she’s not making any sense. I turn to her sister for some guidance, help, anything. And all I get from her is a shrug. “Bentley, look at me.” I take hold of her face.I can see her eyes fighting to stay focused on me. “Good girl.” I lean in and kiss her forehead. “What you and I have is real. It’s not a passing fad, and you’re not one of those easy girls. I didn’t know your father, but if any of our children—when we have them—turn out to be half as great as you are, I’ll be fucking proud as shit that they’re mine. Ours.”

“You want me to get fat and ugly?” She screws up her face.

“You could never be anything but beautiful to me, Bentley,” I tell her.

“You say that now, but wait until I have leaky boobs and my vagina is ten times the size it was, because I had to push an actual human out of it,” she says.

“We’re adopting.” I’m not risking that pussy of hers getting destroyed. Fuck that. I happen to love that pussy. I have dreams about that pussy. Thoughts of her pussy fill ninety percent of my day. It’s amazing I actually get any real work done.

“I think it’s way too early for you two to even be discussing kids. Seriously, the only thing coming out of you, sis, is going to be vomit in roughly…” Jules glances at her watch. “…seven hours.”

“Why seven hours?” I ask.

“It’s seven o’clock now. And whenever she drinks, she wakes up sometime between midnight and three a.m. to vomit. Without fail. So I’m really freaking glad she has you to hold her hair back, and I can retire from that job.” Jules smiles.

“What, no. Jules. No. He can’t see me vomit. We are not there yet. You have to take me home.” Bentley’s voice is panicked.

“Bentley, I don’t care. If I have to hold your hair back all night, I will,” I tell her. “Come on, let’s go home.”

“No, I don’t want you to see me all gross and yuck.” She shakes her head.

“I’ve licked your ass, Bentley. Trust me when I say we are as close as two people can be,” I whisper into her ear. When Ipull back again, I can see the redness creeping up her cheeks. “Besides, if you let me take you home, I can give you some of those O benefits that you’re so fond of.”

“Why didn’t you open with that?” she says, pushing me out of the booth. I slide out, catching her as she stumbles after me. Then she turns to her sister. “Thanks for the tequila. I’ll call you.”

“Want a ride home?” I offer Jules.

“Aw, you’re going to make the best big brother ever. But, no, I’m fine, I actually have a late class I have to get to,” she says as she follows us outside the bar.

“You sure?” I ask.

“Yep. Look after my sister. She’s seems to be fond of your dick, so I’d hate to have to cut it off because you hurt her.” With that, the girl turns around and walks off.

“Don’t worry, I’d never let her cutthatoff. A toe maybe, but not that. It’s way too useful,” Bentley assures me.

“Ah, thanks,” I reply as I practically carry her to the car. She’s a mess. Tucking her into the passenger seat, I buckle her in before I walk around and climb into the driver’s seat. Not even five minutes into the drive, she’s passed out, with little snores parting her mouth. I look over at her sleeping face. She’s fucking perfect.

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