Page 49 of Last First Date
K.T. flashes me a smile. "Don't let anybody drive home who can't. That's what the fishbowl is for. And don't let Aunt Opal pour the drinks because she has absolutely no self-control."
That old lady is a menace. "You got it, lady. Go have fun." I wave at her with just my fingertips and the two of them head out into the night, most likely to go screw each other's brains out.
I sigh and tuck the keys into my pocket. Then Abernathy comes out from the bar with a giant plate of petit fours. I could weep from happiness at the sight, but there's something about the look on his face that gives me pause.
"Hey there rookie, what's the matter?"
Abernathy shakes his head roughly, like he's waking up from a dream. "Reed's old campaign manager just cornered me to try to convince me to get into politics. Somehow she seems to think that I'd be great in office."
I'm trying to size him up without giving away any of my feelings on the topic. "Well, what do you think about that, boy wonder?"
He snorts. "I'd rather die, Darcy. Politics is basically one long trip to Cielo except I'm a lot less likely to get laid and instead I'd only end up getting fucked."
I make what I hope is a very non-committal-sounding humming noise. "Well, if you want to get fucked, you could always go fuck yourself."
He sighs. "Darcy, quit being like that. I already told her no. No to politics and no to getting fucked. I like my life the way it is, as long as you're willing to help me figure out the funding issues for First Impressions."
I give him a glare, but he appears to be serious and he did bring me cake. "I'll talk to my mother. She's the queen of charitable fundraisers, and I'm sure between the three of us, we'll work something out."
He grins at me then. "What about the me getting fucked part?"
I sniff, but the air reeks of burnt plastic sex toys and I end up coughing. "I already told you my recommended course of action on that topic."
He slides closer to me, his eyes burning with dangerous intent. "Well, what about the you getting fucked part? Who's going to be inside you tonight, Darcy?"
At the lurid promise in his words, my eyes slide shut, and I swallow hard. His fingers move to my throat and then his mouth is hot against my ear. "I can't hear you, baby. Tell me who's getting fucked tonight."
I can feel that I'm already swollen and wet from the dirty promises his voice carries. I want him to fuck the hell out of me, until I can't walk properly. I lean against him and shiver at the heat of his body. His hands run down my sides, tracing along the curves of my breasts and down my hips to the lump of keys in my pocket.
"What's this?" he murmurs, low and sultry in my ear.
"The keys," I manage to breathe out. "I told K.T. and Reed that we would lock up."
His teeth sink into my earlobe, and I cry out at the stinging sensation, which he soothes almost immediately by long, sweeping strokes of his tongue. "Did you make plans without me? You're so naughty." His teeth slide along the side of my neck and I shiver. "What am I going to do with a naughty girl like you?"
My eyes flash open. "I could have sworn that you said I was getting fucked." I squirm against his erection, rubbing my ass against him. "Wasn't that you?"
He turns me roughly to face him and grabs my chin to force me to meet his eyes. "Damn right it was. How long before the party winds down?"
I lick my lips and heat flares in his eyes again. I love that I'm the one who can do this to him. It gives me a rush like nothing else. "K.T. gave me the keys and left me in charge. I think that means that we can shut it down whenever."
He pretends to look at a watch he isn't wearing. "Huh. What a coincidence. It's already closing time."
I can't help the smile that's curving over my mouth. "Is it?"
"You'd better get that fire put out." He glances at the fire again. "Wait, what the hell is burning, Darcy?"
I shrug, pretending nonchalance. "If you don't know, I'm not going to be the one to ruin your innocence, Mister Abernathy."
"Hush up and eat your cake. I'm sure it's delicious." He lifts one of the little petit fours from the plate and slides it between my lips. I moan because it is delicious, and his eyes light up at the sound.
"You'd better stop that before you get us both in trouble. I've already mauled you up against the building once. Don't think I won't do it again."
I shrug. "I'd like to see you do it again."
The look he gives me is downright feral. I can't tell which one of us is more likely to lose control first, but I love the way we keep pushing each other to find out.
"Cake." His voice is dark and wicked. "You'd better eat your damned cake first. You're going to need all the energy you can get because I'm going to keep you up all night again."
