Page 27 of Blitz'd

“Don’t like pizza, Braithe?” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “We could always skip dinner and go back to my place.”

I roll my eyes and hurry into the restaurant. Go back to his place, my ass. That’s a fucking trap if I’ve ever heard it.

The host tells us to sit wherever we’d like, and Kerian leads me to a booth near the back of the restaurant, close to the emergency exit.

I slide into the booth, facing the front door, and instead of Kerian sitting across from me, he scoots in at my side.

“The fuck, Slade? There’s space on the other side of the damn booth.”

“Why move over there when you’re over here?”

My eyes will become permanently stuck to the back of my head during this conversation. “We’re too big to sit this close. You radiate heat.”

He grins smugly, but still doesn’t move.

Reaching around me, he grabs the menus that are in the holder and puts one in front of me. “Order whatever you want.”

“Yeah, thanks. Such a fucking gentleman.” I peruse the menu and order a twelve-piece mild wings, a large pepperoni pizza, and a large salad. I won’t eat all of it, but I can spend his money. “And I’m not sharing.”

Kerian chuckles darkly. “Whatever you think, Dimples.”

Our server comes by and we place our orders. She smiles suggestively at both of us, though she gives a pointed look at the empty side of the booth. Kerian looks unfazed while my cheeks heat and I busy myself putting the menus back in their holders.

“She your type?” he asks, checking the girl out, but not in a sexual way. More like he’s sizing her up as competition.

I should tell him yes, thatwomenare my type, not him, but the way he kissed me in his car and the way I was fucking desperate for it, I have no leg to stand on.

“No.” I don’t expand. I don’t tell him that I barely noticed her past being polite to a server. She may have been pretty, but I didn’t notice. Because he’s sitting so close to me.

“How was practice?” he asks in a teasing tone.

“Cut the shit, Slade,” I say, turning to face him. “Why did you ignore me for days? You left me high and fucking dry in an alleyway. Tell me what happened. I deserve some answers.”

His jaw ticks as he stares at me intensely. “Is that what you want to talk about? Now?”

I jump when his hand lands on my thigh. I swallow hard, watching that mischievous glint dance in his eyes when I don’t move his hand. But I still answer. “Yes.”

He grins, letting his fingers dance up my thigh until he reaches the head of my dick through my shorts. I turn wide eyes on him, but I don’t ask him to stop. Instead, I spread my legs so he can have better access.

His grin turns into a dark smile as he grabs my cock through my shorts. “Nah, you don’t want to talk, Dimples. You want me to touch you. You want me to make you come in your pants. Right here in front of an audience. Don’t you?”

“Stop, Slade,” I whisper, forcing my eyes open as I look around the restaurant. “There are people around.”

“Then you’ll just have to keep it down.” He slides closer to me and sinks his teeth into my neck. “Or you can scream for me, I don’t care. Want a repeat of Nirvana? I can get you on your knees under this table right now, can’t I? You’d love me to stuff that slutty throat with my cock.”

His hot words against my skin have me shivering. “Kerian…”

He takes my hand and puts it on the fly of his pants, his hard length twitching under my palm. “What is it, Dimples? You don’t like me touching you?”

I’m panting, my head spinning with arousal. I need to stop him. One date and that’s it. But fuck, Kerian’s skilled hands on me are everything.

Still, I wrap my hand around his shaft as best I can, rubbing slowly, loving how hot and hard he is. Hot and hard forme.

Kerian hums, nosing along my jawline before he moves back. “Yeah, I knew you liked it. No matter who’s around, you like my hands on you. You’re greedy for me, aren’t you?”

Quicker than I can think, Kerian has his hand up the loose leg of my shorts, grasping my naked dick in a firm grip. Precum leaks from my cockhead, lubing my shaft so he can jerk me teasingly.

He’s not done. His words send a jolt of arousal through me and I’m helpless to stop him. “You want to stay and eat, Braithe, or do you want to come home with me?”

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