Page 29 of Bite Your Tongue

I roll my tongue over my bottom lip, my body towering over hers as I stare down. “Did any of those dicks make you soak your panties just from blowing them?” I cock my head to the side. “Besides mine, of course.”

Blinking a few times, she widens her eyes and nods. “Uh … duh. It’s just, like … a thing I do. With all forms of dicks. Kind of like a party trick or something.” She sips on her drink again. “Not just yours though—sorry to say.”

I watch her lips wrap around the straw to take another drink before my eyes move to her throat as she swallows, making me swallow harshly too.

“Well, since you enjoyed it so much, what do you say, Brat?” I brush my thumb across her lip when she sets her drink down. “Why don’t we go out back and I’ll be nice enough to let you suck my dick again?” Dropping my other hand, I swipe my fingers across her thigh. “And if sucking my cock doesn’t get you off, you can sit right on it after you’re done blowing me.”

Her cheeks flush, and she chokes back a few coughs, wiggling around in her seat uncomfortably. “I—no, I can’t. I have a flight to catch in a few hours.”

I bark out a low laugh. “Baby, you know neither of us needs a few hours to come.”

Through her dress, her nipples are hard—just begging me to twirl my tongue around them before I bury my face between her large, delectable tits. Her breathing has changed, and her body language is shifting. She wants me to take her out back and fuck her just as much as I want to do it.

Looking at me, she tilts her chin upward. Her lips part, and I know she’s about to say the magic words and give me the fucking green light, making my cock stand tall, ready to go.

“There you are,” Smith says, interrupting his sister from saying whatever heavenly words were just about to come from her beautiful lips.

I hear him before I see him, and his sister’s eyes grow huge before she cranes her neck to look at him.

“Hey,” she says nervously. “Yeah, we’re just … keeping away from the crowd in the corner. It’s too crazy in here. Figured I’d … hide out.”

She’s overtalking because that’s what she does. I know she’s scared to upset her brother by letting him catch on that we’ve been hooking up. I should be a man and tell him myself, but I sense it’s important to her that he doesn’t find out. And truthfully, the woman has been through enough with her shitbag of an ex, and I don’t want to pile on.

Smith eyes both of us over suspiciously, and it’s plain as day that he suspects something. Whatever it is though isn’t as important to him as Gemma is because, soon, he shakes it off and asks Saylor for a favor.

“Gem stormed off. I think she’s ready to leave, but I don’t think she wants to go with me.” He stares off to the center of the club, no doubt looking for her again. “You’re headed out soon anyway, right? Can you share an Uber?”

“Sure,” Saylor says instantly. “Of course. I, uh, really should get going soon anyway.” Slowly, she stands and wraps her arms around her brother. “Thanks for paying for me to fly out, big bro. I love you.”

He doesn’t really hug her back, but instead, he pats her back with one hand. “Make sure Gemma is okay?”

Saylor pulls back, giving him an annoyed look. “She’smybest friend, Smith.” She stops, searching his face before her own softens. “But, yes, I promise … I will make sure.”

Releasing her hold on him, she gives me a polite yet sneaky smile. “So good to see you again. Have a good night, Ryder.”

“You too, Sail-On,” I mumble before she saunters off, disappearing into the crowd.

I was so fucking close to having my dick sucked by that goddess again.

Until my best friend fucking ruined it.

“Do you have a thing for my sister?” Smith says, probably because I’m still staring in the direction of where she disappeared like a moron. I’m not exactly trying to hide it, I suppose.

He’s my best friend. I should tell him everything. Well, probably noteverything,unless I want to die. But I should at least tell him the truth. The trouble with that is, it’s not my decision to make; it’s Saylor’s too. I’m not going to just tell him something without talking to her.

So, instead, I take a long drink of my drink and shrug playfully. “Uh … kind of.”

His head rears back, and his eyes harden. It’s obvious as day that wasn’t the answer he was looking for.

“Kind of?” he snaps. “Kind of? What do you fucking mean, kind of?”

I might not be able to tell him everything, but I can tell him my side of things. “Well, she’s hot. And she’s funny. And she’sreal.” I glance at him nervously. “Don’t worry; she isn’t into me. At all. But you didn’t ask that; you asked if I have a thing for your sister. And the truth? Yeah. Yeah, I fucking do.”

At first, he stands there, stunned for a moment or two. He doesn’t have the words to say back, and I guess I can see why.

Finally, he exhales sharply. “Look, Ry, you’re my best friend. I respect the hell out of you as a player and as a man. But my sister gets attached way too quickly once she lets her guard down. She’s already been through so much; I just don’t want to see her hurt again.” He sighs. “And I really don’t want to lose another friend either. But she’s my sister. When shit goes down,I have to choose her side.” He takes a swig from his beer. “Please, don’t put me in a situation where I have to do that.”

The chuckle that comes from me cannot be stopped, even though I wish it could have been when I catch him glaring at me.

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