Page 30 of Whiskey Promises
"Oh, God!" she cries, shattering apart in my arms so damn beautifully. Her inner muscles clamp down on my fingers as she goes off like fireworks, detonating with a stifled cry of ecstasy.
I work her through it, petting her pretty little clit until she's mewling in my arms, her cheek plastered to the harvester and her knees trembling. Only when the last aftershock rips through her do I slowly pull my fingers out of her, bringing them to my lips.
I crane her head back, forcing her to watch me as I suck one and then the other into my mouth, licking her juices from them.
She whimpers again, her eyes glossy and dazed.
"Damn, my girl tastes good," I groan, holding her gaze.
She blushes bright red, squeezing her eyes closed as if that'll block me out. We both know it won't work, though. Just like nothing she's tried so far has worked. I'm stuck in her head. I'm under her skin. Exactly where the fuck I should be.
But I've pushed enough for now.
"If I catch you out here alone again, the same thing is going to happen, Zoya."
"Jareth…"
I brush my lips across her cheek before carefully stepping back. "Behave, princess."
I don't give her time to respond before I turn and stroll away, trying like hell to put a little distance between us before I overstay my welcome and send her running again. I don't want that. The only place she should be running is right into my arms.
We'll get there.
"You're late," Ma saysas soon as I step over the threshold into my childhood home. She flings her arms around me in a fierce hug. "I had to threaten your dad and your brother to keep them from eating your food."
"Sorry, Ma," I murmur, kissing her cheek. "I had something to take care of this morning."
Her eyes shine with happiness as she tips her head back to look up at me. "Was it a girl?"
"Jesus, Ma," I groan, shaking my head as we bypass the living room, heading for the kitchen.
"I'm just asking!" she cries defensively. "Arwen and Granger won't give me another grandbaby. I need you or your brother to step it up."
I glance over her head, meeting my father's gaze. "A little help here?" I ask
He smirks at me, amusement written all over his face. "Fuck no," he retorts, chuckling. "Whatever your mom wants, your mom gets."
"Thanks a lot," I grumble, dropping into the chair across from him as he pulls my mom down onto his lap. I just shake my head as she squeals, throwing her arms around his neck to kiss him. They've been the same way my entire life. When we were younger, it drove me nuts that they were always so affectionate. Now? Well, I appreciate the hell out of it, to be honest. I want the same shit they have, the kind of blissful happiness they've managed to hang onto for twenty-seven years. It's rare in this world.
I glance over at Bastian, who is seated beside our dad, staring off into space. "Ridley wants to expand operations. His idea is solid. You need to hear him out."
"What?" He blinks at me like he didn't hear me.
"I said, Ridley wants to expand operations, and I think he has a solid idea." I frown at him. "What's up with you?"
"Nothing." He scowls at me. "You're late."
"You know, if you unclenched just a little, you might actually learn to smile," I suggest, snatching a piece of bacon off the platter in the center of the table. Something is definitely up with him. He's been extra moody lately, and that's hard to accomplish.
Bastian scratches the side of his face with his middle finger, his eyes narrowed on me. "I'm not clenched. I'm just not sneaking all over the vineyard, following a girl likesomepeople."
Shit. Did he see me following Zoya this morning?
Judging by the way he's smirking at me…yes. Dammit.
"What?" Ma gasps, coming up for air. How the fuck did she even hear us? She cranes her head toward me, her eyes wide and hopeful. "What girl? Why don't I know about this?"
I shoot Bastian a dirty glare. The last thing I need is for Ma to get in the middle of this thing with Zoya. She'll get my aunts involved. Before I know it, the whole goddamn situation will be out of control. It always gets out of control when the four of them are involved. They just can't help themselves. "He's just seeing things, Ma."
