Page 24 of One Timer With A Wingman

“No, I suppose it doesn’t,” she agrees.

Our eyes lock. “Would you smack me if I kissed you?”

She laughs. “Smacking isn’t the first thing that comes to mind.”

“What is?” I stare into her light-blue orbs, feeling like I’m lost at sea. I’m pretty sure I just got the go-ahead. If not then she’s going to have easy access to knee me in the balls. She tastes like sweetness and rum. I’m not expecting her to open up to me so easily, but her fingers come up to tangle in my hair and her tongue mingles with mine. I grow hard as a rock having her small tight body against mine. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know we must be putting on quite the show, but I don’t care. I’ve been waiting for this and she’s giving in to me. Into this heat that’s been unfurling between us. She grinds herself down on my thigh, and all I can think about is, this girl has never orgasmed. Suddenly, I feel like I’m on a mission.

“We should get out of here,” I suggest and wait for her response.

She licks her lips and nods.

I take hold of her hand and walk over to Levi to tell him I’m leaving.

Levi looks over to Ivy and asks her if he can stay in her room tonight. She nods.

“I need to talk to Taylor,” Briar tells me. Her skin is slightly burned, but she looks flushed and her lips are swollen and wet. I want more.

We walk over to Taylor, who doesn’t notice us at first because she and Hawk are all over each other. Briar taps her shoulder to get her attention.

“I’m leaving,” she says.

She looks over to me. “I knew it,” Taylor splutters.

Hawk pulls her into him and their faces get mashed together as they kiss.

“I think she was planning on staying with Hawk anyway,” Briar says.

“You good to leave?” I ask.

“Yes.”

We head outside where a line of taxis is waiting outside the club.

We hop in the back of a cab. I give the driver our hotel information. I place my hand on her thigh. Everything inside me is pulsing. I need inside Briar. My hand moves up her thigh until it disappears under her dress. My finger curls under her panties. She’s soaked for me. I find her clit and rub circles. She holds on to the door handle, working hard to control her reaction to me.

I lean into her and whisper, “You’re fucking soaked for me.”

She pinches her eyes closed as her breathing picks up. I feel her swelling beneath my touch, which means she’s close. I feel victorious when she moves my hand away. Her blue eyes are two round orbs.

“There’s no way I’m having my first orgasm in the back of a cab with the driver in the car,” she says very quietly.

I fully understand. I put my finger in my mouth and suck on her juices. She watches me with what I think is a stunned expression. The cab drops us at the entrance to our hotel. After paying the cabbie, I take her by the hand and lead her inside the lobby.

The alcohol in my veins is still so potent.

“You were close,” I say to her.

“Maybe I was,” she replies with nonchalance. She must be feeling this heat. This need to rip each other’s clothes off. I don’t know how she is being so cool right now.

I lean into her and rub my lips against her ear. “Are you still wet for me, Buttercup?”

I watch her throat bob. “Yes.” It’s a raspy whisper.

I press the elevator button. I look around but it’s late and the lobby is empty. I pull her into me and bend my knees enough to kiss her. She takes it like a champ, kissing me back with as much hunger as I’m kissing her. I back her up against the wall and press myself against her. My cock is rock-hard.

A whimper escapes her as she pulls on the strands of my hair.

“Fucking hell, Briar, you’re driving me crazy.”

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