Page 90 of I Blame the Alcohol

Stella’s spunk starts to return when we arrive at my house. We enter the kitchen and her eyes all but glow when they take in the elaborate spread I laid out on my kitchen countertop earlier today.

“Did you make all this?”

I nod, “Got my mom to send me some family recipes the other day. Figured I needed someone besides myself to judge my cooking skills.”

“Ooh, are those spring rolls?” Grabbing one straight from the pan, Stella takes a bite and moans, “This is amazing, Cody. Thank you.”

I grin, handing her a plate, “This might help.”

“I am definitely coming back for seconds.” Stella hums to herself as she loads up on the miscellaneous dishes I prepared the night before. Spring rolls, pasta salad, gazpacho soup, and dinner rolls all making the strange combination that is tonight’s dinner.

We sit side-by-side at the dinner table, our knees casually brushing.

“I had no idea you could cook.” Happily ripping a bun in half, Stella dips it into her soup with a smile, “You are hereby nominated as the chef in this relationship.”

“So, I’m responsible for all our future meals together?”

“You got it, Captain.”

I shake my head, “Saddling me with all the work. Typical.”

Stella laughs, pushing away her empty bowl and turning to watch me finish my own. Her blue eyes seem darker than normal, her mischievous glint nowhere in sight. Leaning over, I grab the edge of her chair and pull it closer.

Stella laughs and hops from her chair to mine, making herself comfortable on my lap.

I sigh, finally feeling complete, “I missed you this week.”

“I missed you too.” Reaching up to cup my jaw, Stella leans in and plants a gentle kiss on my lips. She pulls away with a smile, “But now we get to make up for lost time.”

My brows tug into a frown, “You’ve had a long day. Let’s not push it.”

“What are we pushing exactly?” Shifting so she’s straddling me, Stella grinds against me, her teasing movements doing nothing to help my argument.

I clench my teeth, willing my shaft not to respond, “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“What ifIwant to take advantage ofyou?” Stella continues to grind against me, and despite my mental protests, my hands wander down to the firm cheeks of her ass.

“I am trying to be good, here, Stel. You’re making this hard.”

“Mm, that’s not the only thing that's hard, now is it?” She grins, reaching down to stroke me through my sweatpants. And I let her because when it comes to this girl, I am defenseless.

Completely and utterly at her mercy.

“Hellion.” Surrendering to the energy growing between us, I yank her in for a kiss. She gasps against my lips as the grip on her ass tightens, the tempo of her hips growing faster with every stroke of my tongue.

Stella pulls me off the chair and onto the floor, her hands making quick work of my shirt as she climbs on top of me. Her eyes glint dangerously as her nails rake down my chest, my hips jerking at the sensation.

“You know, this would be a lot more comfortable in be-

Stella steals my sentence with a kiss, making me groan as her hands dig into the waist band of my pants and tugs them off. Her mouth follows the trail her nails made, her tongue tracing every outline of muscle she can find. Before she can get to the jackpot, I yank her back up and strip her to a more equal point of undress.

I’m still laying on my back when I slip a finger inside her, the new position giving me a much better angle to appreciate the small but perfect tits bouncing above me. She moans when I slip a second finger in, my thumb rubbing lazy circles around her swollen bud.

I almost have her at a climax when she removes my hand and pins it above my head.

“Is this the part where you take advantage of me?”

Stella grins, “Told you I always wanted to save a horse.” She moves further down, positioning her entrance at my tip before taking me in.

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