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Bri slides her foot higher up my leg, slowly and deliberately. I realize she’s removed her sandal, her bare foot traveling to my cock. My body reacts before I can think. My hand slams down onto the table harder than I meant, rattling the bottles.
Grayson blinks, startled. “Everything alright?”
I drag in a sharp breath, forcing my hand to relax, peeling my fingers off the wood grain. “Yeah,” I grind out. “Just burned myself on a wing.”
Grayson chuckles, already reaching for another. “Told you these come out of hell’s kitchen. Careful with the sauce.”
He goes right back to eating like nothing is amiss. My eyes move from him to her. Bri is staring at me wide-eyed, her lips parted slightly, like she felt every ounce of the storm I just barely leashed.
I meet her gaze, letting the warning bleed through, letting her see what she’s dragging out of me.
The waitress returns, and while Grayson orders another beer, I take advantage of the opportunity. My voice is pitched low, too quiet for Grayson to hear. “Keep testing me, angel. See how long I last.”
Color blooms in her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away. She just gives me a wicked, victorious smirk and then slowly licks more sauce from her finger before shoving it in my mouth, a slight moan coming from her lips.
I grip the edge of the table again, my knuckles white.
One more minute of this, and it won’t matter that her father is sitting right beside us.
Grayson wipes his hands and tosses his napkin onto the empty plate. “What do you say we throw a few darts before heading out? Haven’t done that in a while.”
“Sure. I’m in,” Bri says, sliding out of the booth.
I nod, forcing a smile. “Sure.” I take another drink of my beer, letting Grayson go ahead so he doesn’t see the hard-on I haven’t quite gotten rid of yet.
Following Grayson to the back of the bar, I blow out a breath, trying to think of anything that will calm me down. He looks at me over his shoulder. “I should warn you now. Bri is good at playing darts.” He winks at me. “Don’t let her hustle you. She’s been known to make bets, act like she isn’t any good, and then slaughter her opponent.”
I smirk. “Smart girl.”
Grayson’s smile widens. “That’s my daughter. A smart college girl.”
My smile freezes, the reminder of our age difference and places in life stark. She’s barely started living, while I’ve fucked up my future to the point of ruin.
I have nothing to offer her.
Grayson throws darts while I sit there and brood, knowing I should let her go but finding it impossible.
He pulls the darts from the board and hands them to Bri. A tall guy with a beard yells Grayson’s name and heads toward him, slapping his head.
While her dad’s distracted, she slides past me, her ass grazing right over my cock, and my body jolts like she lit me on fire.
“Excuse me,” she says sweetly, her lips curled into a smirk that tells me it was no accident. Her eyes flash up at mine—a wicked, daring gleam in them—before she turns her back to me.
My fingers curl into fists at my sides, my knuckles popping. Her perfume swirls in my lungs, the lingering memory of the faint sway of her hair brushing my shoulders, and my pulse detonates.
She bends just slightly at the waist, lining up her shot, and I grind my teeth so hard my jaw aches.
If Grayson weren’t five feet away, I’d have her against the wall of this bar, showing her exactly what happens when she pushes me this far.
God help me, I’m one second away from breaking.
CHAPTER 48
Everett
The bike rumbles beneath us,the road stretching out like an escape. Bri’s arms are tight around my waist, her chest pressed against my back, every bump and curve of the ride a reminder of how close she is. Her laugh bursts through the wind when I take a sharper turn, the sound sliding straight down my spine.
I shouldn’t have agreed to this. But when she’d texted me, “Take me somewhere. Anywhere,”I didn’t hesitate. I never do with her.
