“That’s why I wanted her to have dinner with us tonight. To celebrate,” Baylor says, pride for his sister etched in his smile.
“I’ll have to pick one up,” I say. “I’ve recently developed a taste for reading spicy romance books.”
Juliette chokes on her sip of water and nudges my knee beneath the table as I stifle a smile. “I can get you a copy,” she remarks, her voice a little husky. “I look forward to hearing what you think about it.”
“Make sure to sign it,” I request.
Her eyes meet mine, and I read the questions in her eyes. “How will I get it to you?”
“Reno moved in on the fourth floor of our building,” Holly supplies, and Juliette makes a little squeaking noise.
“You live in Pine Tree Falls?”
“Moved here in late June.”
She blinks rapidly. “I’m surprised we haven’t run into each other since The Falls is such a small town.”
Her brother snickers. “And yet you still have to use your GPS to get to the grocery store.”
“Pfff,” she scoffs. “I do not.”
I try not to laugh, remembering that my sweet dream girl is directionally challenged.
The server brings our plates, and we all dig in. When I’m not cutting my meat, my left hand is on Juliette’s thigh.Highon her thigh. So high, she occasionally lets out little moans but manages to disguise them as enjoying her food.
While we wait for our dessert course, I slide my fingers up until they rest against her pussy. Even through her jeans, I can feel her heat. She picks up her glass of water and downs a gulping swig.
“Jules, you look flushed,” Holly comments with concern. “Are you feeling okay?”
I massage her with tiny circles, and she rolls her lips between her teeth. “Fine. Just warm in here.” With her finger and thumb, she plucks at her jersey and fans it against her chest.
Baylor rests an arm over the back of Holly’s chair. “Reno, why didn’t your girlfriend come to the game?”
Juliette stiffens and tries to close her legs, but I press my fingers more tightly against her cunt. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
He tilts his head. “Oh, huh. I thought you said you did.”
With my middle finger stroking up and down over Juliette’s clit, I say, “There was a woman, but she left me brokenhearted in an airport.”
Juliette inhales sharply, her eyes flashing to mine before darting away.
“Yikes,” her brother says with a wince, oblivious to what I’m doing to his sister beneath the table. “That’s harsh, man.”
When the server drops off our desserts, I eat the delicious blueberry and lemon cake with one hand. My other one is busy remindingJuliette who owns her pussy. Because make no mistake, it belongs to me, and I’m going to reclaim it as soon as possible.
I know her orgasm is close, and I caress her clit with two fingers over her jeans, just the way she likes it. She lets out a shaky moan, and I feel the rush of heat and wetness as she whimpers, “Soooo good.”
Fuck me, she’s coming. With her brother and sister-in-law directly across the table.
“The cake?” I ask innocently.
She quickly stuffs a bite into her mouth and nods as she subtly lifts her hips from the chair, riding out her sneaky little climax.
“Yes,” she mumbles around the bite. “I haven’t had cake in sooo long.”
When she’s done quietly getting off, I pull my hand from between her legs and pretend to scratch my nose. Her smell is as intoxicating as I remember, and my cock is absolutely about to explode in my pants.
“Neither have I,” I say, watching from the corner of my eye as she clutches the edge of the table and works to control her breathing. “And I’ve missed it so much.”
