Page 12 of Fall to Me
“Bye,” he calls out. “It was nish meetin’ you. Gettin’ a blowy now.”
“Nish.” Carter laughs at himself. “I just said nish.”
With our hands still locked, I flash the bouncer our hand stamps, stumbling along the way with a giggle. “Told ‘em you were gettin’ a blowy too.”
“Iam,” he breathes against my ear as he wraps his arms around me; my back to his front with our fingers still intertwined. “Been dreamin’ ‘bout these pretty lips forvever. Forver.”
He slurs, struggling with the word, then he huffs a sigh. “You and me, yeah? Forvever.”
Everything’s moving too fast. The lights, the people, the room keeps spinning around and around and around. Carter stumbles, his body pushing me into the bar top.
“Sorry, Kitten,” he says, garbling his words and kissing my head.
I giggle and yell across the bar top to the bartender. “He needs a blowjob.”
“So do I, Sweetheart,” someone down the bar yells back.
The bartender wipes down the counter as he makes his way to us. I love his style. He’s got the whole Yungblud rocker vibe thing going with the black hair, tattoos, and black eyeliner.
With a smirk, he asks, “A blowjob shot? What else for you two?”
“Two shots . . . wait . . .” I pause, looking down at my fingers with my brows scrunched, ticking off how many we need on each finger. Do we take one before and one shot after? After would be before. I’m so confused right now. Why is mathing so hard? “Four. No, six. Wait! Four. Yeah, four Patróns and a blowy shot.”
“You don’t want two blowjobs?”
“Nooo, no, no, no.” I shake my head laughing, the world spinning around me. “Only one. Can we use your bar? We have to do this.” I flash him the Bingo card.
He eyes it, then nods. “Grab your drinks and clear the bar!” he yells out as he and another bartender set out to move a few people out of my way.
“Jump up here, little lady,” the Yungblud look alike says patting the bar.
Carter grabs my hips and hauls me onto the bar top like I weigh nothing. My hands linger on his biceps a little too long before giving them a squeeze. His muscles flex under my palm, and my eyes flick up to his.
He shoots me a wink, and without his eyes leaving mine, he tells the bartender, “Patrón first.”
The bass thumps through the speakers, and my ass and thighs vibrate on the bar top as the bartender works to pour our drinks. Two shot glasses with clear liquid appear next to my thigh.
Carter grabs the shots and stands between my legs, passing one to me. I pretend I’m not thinking about how he would look fucking me on this bar top as I raise my glass. He clinks his glass with mine, then we toss them back.
One hand moves to my thigh, his thumb drawing small circles right below the hem of my denim shorts. His other hand comes up, and he trails a few fingertips across my collarbone.
“Lay back on the bar,” he says, his breath lingering with mine as he stares at my lips. “And open that pretty fucking mouth.”
A shiver racks my body, and I almost forget what we’re here for.
“Wait!” I wave my phone in the air. “Can someone record this?”
The bartender takes my phone as Carter leans me back and lifts my legs, placing them on the bar. I’m stretched out on the sticky surface, the cool wood under my back and legs. A shot glass presses against my lips, and I open, wrapping my mouth tightly around it.
“Alright bud, you’re up.”
Carter climbs up on the counter and moves between my legs; his thick thighs brush mine, nudging them apart. One falls and dangles off the side of the bar. Even in my state, I can imagine how this looks to the public, but I don’t care. People cheer and whoop as his lips skim up my throat, making goosebumps spread all over my skin. There’s a nagging throb between my legs as he presses into me; I can’t help but lift my hips to grind against him. Holy fuck. My eyes flutter closed, and I release a moan around the glass. Then his lips press to mine as he takes the shot glass from my mouth. He raises up, the warmth of hisbody leaving mine, then he tilts his head back, swallowing down the liquor before dropping the shot glass into his open palm. That was so fucking hot!
Grabbing his shirt, I pull him back down, then lift my head so my lips can meet his. He’s frozen at first. Then he returns my kiss, biting and sucking on my bottom lip before his tongue caresses mine. He tugs on my lip again. Fuck. The man can kiss. Sparks ignite. A current of electricity shoots straight to my core. He tastes so good. Like amaretto and Irish cream. Cheers and whistles bring us back to reality, and he breaks the kiss.
His icy-blue eyes, a little bloodshot, lock with mine. “You’re the sexiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen.”
He leans up, looking around at the crowd with a beaming smile on his face, and I’m left reeling. Before I can think too much about what just happened, the bartender hands Carter my phone. Carter hops down from the bar, places his hands on my hips, and lifts me before setting me back to my feet. He slides my phone into my back pocket, then picks up both shot glasses the bartender pushed forward, and hands one to me.
