Page 27 of Demo
“Oh, good grief,” Lyzbeth practically cursed as I wrapped my arms around each of the girls’ shoulders and pulled them in closer. Leanne just laughed.
“Oh, I like this one,” Nora said with a giddy smile all her own. “Dad would have approved of this one.”
Would have?My eyes quickly darted to the side toward Lizzie, who acknowledged me with a nod. “Our dad died when I was ten. Cancer.”
“Sorry to hear that,” was all I could think to say.
“Mom migrated down south, and now lives with her boyfriend, George, in Florida,” Leanne filled me in.
A knock at the door had Leanne bouncing out of her chair. “Finally, I’m starving!” she said dramatically as she opened the door for a delivery guy holding bags of food.
Lyzbeth stood up, slid her chair over toward the center for me to sit in, then grabbed another from the other side of the table and slid it right next to mine. When Leanne came back over with the food, we all sat down close—like three peas in a fucking pod.
“OK, we’ve got vegetable lo mein, sesame chicken, beef with broccoli, and—apparently—enough white rice to feed a continental army,” Leanne said as she started pulling containers out of the bags.
“Oh, I’ll take the lo mein!” Lyzbeth said, reaching over me to grab the container, brushing her body against my shoulder.
She dove a fork into the mass of noodles and shoveled some into her mouth right from the container. I looked to my right and saw Leanne doing the same with the beef and broccoli.
“Don’t be shy,” she said around a mouthful of brown meat. “I don’t like to dirty dishes if I don’t have to.”
“Oh heavens,” I heard Nora pipe up from the screen, and I looked to see she also had containers of food in front of her, along with an actual plate. “Knox, believe me when I say, I didn’t raise animals. I don’t know where they get their lack of manners.”
“You know what,” I said, grabbing a plastic fork off the table and the container of sesame chicken, “I don’t like washing dishes, either.” And I speared a piece of fried and sauced chicken and popped it into my mouth, releasing an obnoxious groan to let all the ladies know how delicious it was.
Leanne laughed. Nora blushed. Lyzbeth locked eyes with me, and I saw it there … heat. Raw heat.
After one of the best foursome dinner dates of my life, Lizzie and I left Leanne’s apartment. She was quiet as we descended the stairs. “Thanks,” she said softly as I held the outside door open for her to walk through, ducking slightly to go under my arm, never looking at me.
We walked in silence to the parking lot. It was dark, with the streetlights casting orbs of light here and there. I reached into my pocket to retrieve my keys as we approached my truck, which was parked right under a streetlamp, a circle of orange light encasing it and the cars on either side of it.
Lyzbeth fell in step behind me as I approached the passenger side door, and I froze when I felt her arms circle around my midsection from behind and she pressed her head against my back, causing me to fumble with the keys. Before I could react, she circled around, under my arm and pushed herself between me and the door, resting her back against the truck. Her hands settled on my waist. We were both breathing heavily. I watched her chest swell with each intake of air, the tops of her breasts rising and falling.
And then she did something so fucking hot.
She tilted her head downward, then shot her eyes up at me, searing me through thick lashes, with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. She slowly reached up and removed my hat, which was forward-facing, and replaced it backwards. Then, with one hand she trailed her fingertips against my cheek and jaw, taking in the feel of my scruff.
I braced my hands against the truck on either side of her, sweaty palms flat against the metal. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest as I stood there in the middle of a dark parking lot, under a streetlight that felt like a heat lamp pulling beads of sweat to trickle down my temple and neck.
She slowly reached her arms around the back of my neck and pulled herself up to me, while also pulling me toward her, resting our foreheads against each other.
We exchanged one, two, three gulps of air before she ghosted her lips over mine, and it was the sweetest, most tender touch. It took all my restraint not to simply devour her as I kept my hands on the truck while I leaned down and returned her affection.
Slowly, gently, I pulled her lips tighter to mine, and we moved them in tandem. We introduced our tongues, and our mouths danced as our heartbeats quickened.
The kiss lasted for moments. I’m not sure how many, exactly. But we took our time. I felt her fingers on my ribs, outside my shirt, as she pulled me into her and my mouth briefly left hers only to taste her jaw, her cheek, her neck, and then return to her mouth. I didn’t know what part of her tasted better—and damn, I wanted to taste every part of her.
She released a sweet mewl into my mouth and that was it, I came undone.
With a grunt, I grabbed her face then pushed her into the side of the truck. I slid my hands down her throat, then ran them down her body, grazing the sides of her breasts, down her sides and over her ass with a squeeze.
My truck was too tall for me to hoist her up onto the hood, so I spun her around and lifted her up onto the hood of the sedan parked next to me. Her arms circled around my neck, and she pulled me into her as I grabbed her spread legs behind the knees and ground her onto me.
“Knox,” she panted as we dry humped right there, on top of someone else’s car, under a spotlight.
“I know, baby,” I breathed as we both gulped for air.
After we had explored every possible inch of each other while still fully clothed and in public—not that we seemed to care that much—I hesitantly pulled away and rested my forehead against hers once again.
