Page 28 of Drive Me Wild
If I had a suspicion that Josie was drunk before, this confirms it. Her pet peeve is when people don’t type out the full word. “U” instead of “you,” “R” instead of “are.” According to her, unless you’re disassembling a bomb or at a funeral, there’s no reason you can’t spend an extra five seconds to type out the entire word. I once texted her “thx, u 2,” and she threatened to block my number.
Josie Bancroft
NVM. Located.
Theo Walker
Why do you need a purple lighter and a drink umbrella?
I wait for three little dots to appear to indicate she’s typing, but they don’t show up. It’s another two hours until I spot her. The white sequined mini dress she’s wearing hugs her figure in a way that makes me jealous.
She’s chatting with Russell and Sam—Blake’s performance coach—waving her arms wildly as she talks. Both men are laughing at whatever she’s saying and a jolt of jealously slithers down my neck. Russell’s no worry, but Sam? He’s a single, handsome dude in his thirties, who’s looking at Josie the same way I do—with intense attraction.Nope. No, thank you, kind sir.
“‘Ello, gorgeous,” I say, sidling up next to Josie. Turning to the two men, I nod. “Russell. Sam.”
“Walker!” Josie squeals loudly. “Hi!”
Just then, the song the DJ is playing switches to a remix that Josie must like because, without a word, she’s dragging me to the packed dance floor at the edge of the lawn.Bye, Russell. Bye, Sam.The hanging lights above us change color, pulsing to the music. Sweaty bodies are pressed together, but the only one I’m focused on is Josie’s. She’s grinding against me like we’re at a Vegas strip club and I won’t pay up unless she performs.Fuck,I want her.Despite the drinks I’ve had, my dick is hard and ready to party.
“Your eyes are beautiful,” Josie tells me, her words slurring together. She snakes her hand up and around the back of my neck, and my heart skips a beat when she presses her forehead against mine. “Like the ocean.”
Lust swells inside my chest as she runs her nails against my scalp. It doesn’t take a detective to figure out how drunk she really is. Her lips are so close to mine, I can almost taste the vodka on them. This is way more than a buzz; this is black-out. Her eyes are glazed over, her movements sloppy and loose.
“I think we should head back to the hotel,” I announce, channeling the maturity of my inner-Lucas. Josie needs water and her bed. I fucking detest vomit, but I’d rather she do it in the privacy of a hotel bathroom than at an elite, private party.
She responds by leaning forward and tracing her tongue against my lower lip. My vision momentarily goes blurry. No one’s paying any attention to us, but the boldness of her actions surprise me. Someone went from “we can’t ruin the friendship” to “let me lick your lips in public” very quickly. If she wasn’t so drunk, I’d be thrilled.
I gingerly remove her hands from my neck. “C’mon.”
“To your room,” she clarifies.
“To my room,” I repeat dumbly.
“Mm-hmm.” Her lips brush against my neck, leaving a trail of kisses. “Then I want you to fuck me until my throat’s sore from screaming your name.”
Excuse me?All the blood rushes from my head and goes straight to my dick. I’m getting harder by the minute. I don’t even realize I’ve stopped dancing until Josie swats at my hip.
“You’re drunk, Jos,” I finally say. Almost all her body weight falls against me. I’m pretty sure if I took a step back, she’d tumble to the ground like a wilted flower. “Very drunk.”
“I was drunk the last time we slept together,” she points out.
Fair fucking point.But we were both drunk then, and right now, she’s hammered and I’m tipsy at best. As much as I want to spend the night between her legs, she’s not in the right state of mind to make that decision. If we sleep together again, she’s going to be dead sober so she can damn well remember me making her come, over and over and over again.
“Well, if you’re still horny tomorrow, we can discuss it then.”
“I will be,” she says without hesitation. She leans forward like she’s about to tell me a secret. “I get wet just thinking about you fucking me with your perfect co?—”
“Nope!” I practically shout. I need her to stop speaking before the tent in my pants becomes too obvious. “Let’s get you to bed. We can talk there.”
“Your bed?” A small frown plays on her lips. I love how she’s looking at me like I’m a present waiting to be unwrapped.
“Sure, Jos,” I concede, not sure how else I’m going to convince her to leave. “You can sleep in my bed.”
She mumbles something about how we won’t be doing much sleeping, but I tune her out and stay focused on getting her out of here in one piece. Wrapping my arm around her waist to keep her upright, I walk us toward the front of the party. If I wasn’t worried about Josie toppling over, I’d enjoy the envious looks of every male we pass. Are they surprised I’m pulling the hottestchick here? Well, I would be pulling her if I wasn’t quite literally pulling her into an Uber.
The ride back to the hotel is a testament to my willpower. Josie wasn’t kidding when she said she wanted me. I momentarily blackout when she tells me she got herself off thinking about us having sex. I didn’t know such dirty words could come out of someone with such a sweet smile, but I do know that my blue balls may kill me.
Josie’s stripping the moment we’re in the privacy of my hotel room. “Unzip me, please.”
