Page 74 of Mayhem
“Iwas so close,” Erin stated as they sat in the restaurant she’d asked him to pick for dinner two hours later. She’d pouted the entire car ride and asked him if he’d been axe-throwing before because that had to be the only way he’d beaten her.
“You were, Maly,” Cruz agreed. He’d planned on taking it easy on her but realized by the fourth target that if he did that, she would beat him. As it was, he’d only beaten her by four points.
“We could have gone double or nothing. I don’t know why you said no.”
“Could your arm handle another hour and a half of throwing? Can you give me a tattoo with a sore arm?”
Erin puffed her cheeks before releasing the air she’d gathered in them. “Fine, but you have to be reasonable in your request.”
“I’ll think about it,” Cruz informed her as their server came back with their drinks, and they placed their orders. He took a drink of the Japanese whiskey before putting his glass back on the table.
“Can I try it?” Erin asked, and he slid the glass to her.
He watched her try it, holding it in her mouth before swallowing and placing the glass back on the table. She tilted her head as if deciding how it was.
“Do you like it?”
“It isn’t bad. I’ve never had Japanese whiskey, so it’s my first.”
They lapsed into conversation, and Cruz debated whether or not to tell Erin that he’d be leaving in a month for a month, but he decided to hold off. The additional systems Amir wanted would take almost two weeks, but they hadn’t finalized the dates yet. They had another call scheduled for the upcoming Friday and would figure it out then.
She was telling him about her father coming to visit her for Father’s Day next weekend when she stopped mid-sentence, looked over at another table, and Cruz raised an eyebrow at her.
“Do you know the woman at that table over there?”
“No,” he responded.
“You didn’t even look.”
He didn’t need to. If it was the same woman sitting there from when they arrived, he didn’t know her. However, he glanced over, confirming it was, and found her staring at their table.
“No, I don’t know her.”
“Then she’s just being blatantly disrespectful by staring at you. I let it go the first couple of times, but she keeps glaring at me when I catch her.”
Cruz shook his head and refrained from chuckling. The last thing he wanted was the woman at that other table. Hell, any woman, for that matter.
“Should I sit you on the table and eat your pussy for her to see?” he asked her in Polish.
Erin studied him for a minute. “Yes,” she answered with a nod. This time, he did chuckle.
“You don’t even know what I said.”
“Well, posadit’ in Russian means either seat or sit. Stol means table. Vylizat’ means eat or lick, and tvoyu means your. Those four words sounded the same. Considering you have no filter, I used context clues for the rest. So, yes. You can eat my pussy on this table.”
The stirring that Cruz felt in his groin had him reaching over and gripping her chin. He pulled her to him and took her lips in a deep kiss. He’d only been mildly joking when he asked her, but her giving him permission had a primal possessiveness rising. Eating her pussy in front of the entire restaurant would get them put out and make tabloids. He didn’t care about that. It was the fact that other people, other men, would get to see what was for his eyes only to share with one other.
“I enjoy the way you tempt me, Maly.”
“Good because I enjoy doing it.” She smiled against his lips before pulling apart. Her eyes shifted in the direction of the other table. “Our friend over there is pissed at me. If looks couldkill. I have the biggest urge to stick my tongue out at her, but that would be childish.”
Cruz chuckled as their server returned with their food. He placed his hand on her thigh, using the other to pick up his fork while Erin picked up her chopsticks. Even though he’d won their little bet, he agreed to let her pay for dinner because he’d be paying her back a different way once it was over.
Cruz’s dick was far too hard as Erin rubbed it over his jeans. She’d taken to teasing him in the restaurant after his question, and once they were back in the car, she’d attempted to release him from his pants. He had to stop her because if she did that, he’d be pulling over to fuck her in whatever parking lot he pulled into, and at six foot six inches, he was far too tall to fuck her in the car comfortably.
She hadn’t let that stop her, palming him through his pants, adding pressure now and then as she leaned over from time to time to kiss and bite his neck. He needed them to get to her apartment faster, and it was as if traffic wanted to get in on the torture because it wasn’t complying with what he wanted.
After what felt like an eternity, he pulled into the parking garage of her building, and before he could say anything, Erin removed her hand from his crotch and got out of the car. Cruz took a deep breath because she knew what she was doing, and he needed to get himself under control, or he’d fuck her right there.
