Page 33 of Bourbon Truths
“You can’t just fuck a girl and leave her throbbing up against a wall, wondering what the hell just happened—at least not a girl like me. You owe me a date if you’re going to toss me aside like that.”
“Isn’t that a little backward?” I asked.
“Yeah, but you owe me. We’ve fucked, but now you owe me a date. It’s protocol.”
I gripped her hips and tried to move her off me, but she planted her hands on the floor and hovered her mouth right above mine.
“You know you want to,” she teased.
There was a whole lot more that I wanted to do to this woman, but fucking her against the mirror in the Haze Room seemed like a bad idea.
“Please,” she said, batting her eyelashes. She cupped my face and very slowly lowered her mouth to mine. I gripped her hips tightly, bracing myself.
A low growl escaped me as I grabbed the back of her head and pressed her down to my lips so she couldn’t move. Like it was second nature, her mouth opened to mine and gave me access. Warmth spread through me from her touch, from the way her tongue matched mine, and the heat that poured off her and into my very core.
My hand that had once been on her hip found the back of her bra and without even thinking, I snapped the clasp and let the straps fall down her shoulders.
I thought I’d known what perfection was. I had been so fucking wrong. How I’d missed the fact that Lyla embodied everything I ever looked for in a woman was beyond me. Her skin was a beautiful mocha color, her eyes penetrated me every time I looked into them, and her attitude matched mine perfectly. She didn’t put up with my crap, hence why I was inches from stripping her naked in the new community center.
“Am I interrupting something?” Goldie asked from the doorway of the Haze room.
“Shit.” I fumbled, trying to get Lyla off of me, but she was no help because she just giggled and clung on to me, making no attempt to get out of the way. “Lyla,” I warned.
“Looks like you’re about to christen the new mats,” Goldie said, walking toward us.
“It’s not what it looks like,” I replied even though I was still lying on the ground with Lyla’s half-exposed body stretched out against mine.
“Not what it looks like, huh?” Goldie asked, moving over to sit next to us with her legs crossed. She pointed at our connection and said, “Looks like you two are making out on the floor and about to hit second base, judging from the way Lyla’s bra is undone.”
“Kace undid it,” Lyla said proudly.
“I bet he did. He’s always had a thing for your boobs.”
“No I haven’t,” I lied.
“Oh look, he’s blushing,” Lyla said, patting my face. “How adorable. It’s all right, Kace. My boobs are pretty hot.” She bent and kissed my lips one last time before sitting up on my lap.
I watched in fascination as her bra slipped down, exposing her breasts for a few seconds before she readjusted it, taking away one of the sexiest views I’d ever seen.
I knew she could feel my arousal because the minute she shifted her seat on my lap, she winked, letting me know she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
She turned to Goldie, who was smiling like a dork, and said, “Kace is taking me out on a date tonight.”
“Ahhh! Yay!” Goldie clapped her hands in excitement.
“No, I’m not,” I replied, getting annoyed by these two, who should never be left alone together.
“It’s all right, big guy. No need to be shy about it.” Lyla turned to Goldie. “He can be so tender and sweet at times, but he doesn’t want to let people think he’s going soft.”
“You damn well know there is nothing soft about me,” I gritted out.
“Oh my,” Goldie cooed, glancing down at me. “Looks like you’ve poked the bear.”
Lyla shrugged. “I’ve dealt with it before. A quick tap to the nut sack, and all will be right with the world. Isn’t that right, Kace?”
“Touch my nut sack and get your hand cut off.”
“Damn,” Goldie replied. “Be nice to the girl, Kace.”
