Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 7825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 39(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 26(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 39(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 26(@300wpm)
And in this moment, I want to feel all of Schade I can.
The more we dance the more I realize the man can move and I am more turned on by the second.
The alcohol flows through me.
At least that’s what I tell myself as I turn around and face him. The leverage from my heels is all I need to tip my head up and press my lips to his. On a growl, he opens his mouth.
I slide my tongue inside.
And I devour.
Yes, I devour him. The taste of his drink mixes with mine and I find myself intoxicated on Schade Britton.
This is dangerous.
Except, I’m too drunk to care.
CHAPTER 8
Drunk on her
SCHADE
I feel a squeeze to my shoulder and the tell-tale weight of the keys being dropped into my coat pocket.
Even with this, I don’t stop kissing her.
Nothing would get me to pull away.
Not a fire.
Not a robbery.
The whole building can collapse and I’ll stay right where I am.
Maybe it’s the alcohol talking or maybe it’s simply Aryn.
Kissing, the ultimate seduction.
Do women realize what kissing shows a man?
The way you kiss defines how you fuck.
Seriously, it gives it all away.
Sloppy kiss means a sloppy fuck. A chick who can slurp and slobber while taking your tongue will also do it when taking your cock.
Prim and proper, soft and delicate means missionary while wrapped up tight because she won’t tolerate a mess.
A mix, a woman who can take as much as she can give, who can keep her mouth moist without making it feel like your tongue is in a swimming lesson is perfect. It means she will go from bottom to top to bottom again and not care if you fuck her against a wall, on the couch, or in a bed.
Aryn Cole can kiss.
She takes charge and then retreats. It’s like my mouth is a battlefield and she plans to win the war.
She’s a temptress. My hands roam and squeeze the globes of her ass to which she lets out a moan that I swear vibrates all the way to my cock.
Theo and Charlie, no doubt watching this make-out session know I want nothing more than to take her back to smash room which is what they left me the key to in my coat pocket.
The one thing with being up for date rotation is smash room, or fuck room is cleaned from top to bottom and ready for whatever brother to bring his chick back to without interruption. Really it’s a small shed type building that’s insulated, heating and air, full electricity and a small converted bathroom in the backyard of the frat house.
It serves one purpose.
Fuck without intrusion.
I didn’t think tonight would land me there, but the way Aryn is kissing me, I don’t know if I can make it home before I bust a nut.
A throat clears beside us and I feel Aryn pull away. I look and see the bouncer to the club has a hand on her shoulder. Immediately, I want to punch the asshole for touching her.
“You two need to come up for air and consider a room.” The brute says sternly.
Aryn laughs and it goes straight to my dick. The throbbing hurts so much I consider running to the bathroom to yank one out before taking her home. My balls already feel on the brink of explosion.
“We’ve been told to get a room,” Aryn smiles at me.
“Got one, sweets, wanna use it?” I ask praying she says yes or I swear my balls will fall off.
She bites her bottom lip like she has to think about it. Looking over my shoulder to someone else, I fear this is going to be the worst rejection I’ve ever felt in my life. Turning my head, I find Monica giving her the thumbs up.
Thank fuck for a hot best friend who gives the green light.
I don’t know Monica well, but I do know she’s the reason Theo really didn’t want to go on this date tonight. He wants her and was happy he wouldn’t be seen out with another chick so he could try to make his play.
Seeing him dancing beside her, I think tonight might be good for us both.
Aryn surprises me grabbing my hand and leading me out of the club.
Hell, she could grab my dick and show the whole place she’s leading me by it and I wouldn’t care. Between my drunken state and need to release, I’d marry the woman if it meant I could be in her tight heat in the next hour.
CHAPTER 9
Hide and Freak
ARYN
Cab rides are something I hate. In fact, I’m happy to be the Sober Sister to drive everyone to avoid them. Tonight, Schade and I both have been drinking too much to drive.
Settling in the back seat my skin tingles and my insides quiver in anticipation of getting lost in Schade for the night.