Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
As Brian orders his food, I slip my hand under the tablecloth and rest it on her thigh. She sputters as she swallows the water and places her glass gently on the table before bringing her napkin to her lips. She doesn’t even bother to look over at me as I slide my hand up her soft skin, and I want to flip the fucking table over. Is that what it would take to get her attention?
Oh, I see the flush in her cheeks and the way her breathing picks up every time I touch her. I notice every wiggle of her hips as she becomes wetter. There isn’t anything about her I don’t fucking clock, but she’s making a meal out of pretending I’m not even here.
The white sweater dress hugs her curves tight and I hate it. It puts her gorgeous body on display for people who don’t deserve to lick the ground she walks on. How has my best friend kept this hidden from me all this time?
My hand slides to the inside of her thigh and I roughly pull on it to spread her legs. That finally gets me a look, and to my pleasure she doesn’t pull away. She keeps them open as her eyes burn into mine and this small victory will be her downfall.
I felt the connection between us in the car, and I saw how she gaped at my filthy words. She might be shocked at what I say to her, but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t like it. Fuck. I’m enjoying it, too. I’ve never in my life talked to a woman like I talked to her. But here I am, unable to stop. It makes sense though. In life when I want something, I go full speed for it. It’s how I’ve gotten where I am. Growing up in the system, you learn to take what you want. I’ve worked hard at being able to do that. I’ve just never had that want for a woman. Until now.
“And for you?” the waitress asks, and I turn to look up at her. I haven’t even looked at the menu, but it’s a steakhouse and I just ramble off the standard. “That’s our house special. How would you like that cooked?”
She’s smiling at me as she tucks her hair behind her ear and moves a bit closer. It’s then I feel Sage’s hand on my wrist and she’s trying to push my hand away.
“Rare,” I say, and when I go to look at Sage, the waitress interrupts me again.
“Would you like that Oscar-style? Or maybe with some garlic butter? It makes it extra juicy.” The waitress gives me a wink, but I have no fucking clue why.
“No,” I answer quickly as I feel Sage’s nails score the skin on my hand. The feeling goes straight to my dick as I think about how those nails would feel on my back.
When I turn back to her, I can see her narrow her eyes at me before she looks up at the waitress. Don’t tell me that the fucking goddess next to me is jealous. There’s not a woman on earth that could keep my attention from her, and I emphasize that by sliding my hand all the way up and against her pussy. The waitress asks me another question, but I don’t take my eyes off Sage as I answer her. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear Brian talking on his cell phone and not paying us any attention. Then when I feel the waitress walk away, I cup Sage’s panty-covered pussy with my whole hand and lean in close to her.
“I’ll have dessert at home,” I say, and I’m rewarded when she makes a small whine in the back of her throat.
“They didn’t have any dessert you liked on the menu?” Brian asks as he gets off the phone and places it in front of him on the table.
I lean back in my chair coolly but don’t take my hand off of Sage’s hot pussy. “I think I want to try Sage’s cookie.” I press my fingers against the wet spot on her panties and I have to fight a smile as she leans forward with her elbows on the table to brace herself.
“She’s such a great cook,” he says as he smiles at his sister. “You should try her pies. They’re even better.”
“Oh, I intend to sample all of her pie.” This time I can’t help beaming at her as she puts her hands over her face to cover her reaction to me.
“Sorry, Sage. I’m not trying to embarrass you,” Brian says, looking at her funny.
“Yeah, um. I know. Sorry, what?” She sits up straight and I ease the pressure on her clit as I gently drag my pinky over the seam of her lips. I can make out every curve of her because of how wet she is.