Page 15 of Dirty Like Zane
And he or she wanted me to get Maggiedrunk.
Maggie’s gray eyes peered up at me, a combo of irritated, embarrassed, and inebriated. I was pretty sure she’d only been nursing one beer since we’d arrived, but those three shooters were sinking in. And sure, she was annoyed as shit I was making her play this game in front ofeveryone.
I just sipped my granddad cocktail and smirked at her. She really didn’t have to be on her knees in front ofme. She could’ve chosen Lex’slap.
I know, babe,I told her with my smirk.No way you wanted Talia sucking that Blow Job out of mylap.
Lex had put his shooter close to his knees, being a gentleman about it. He even held Talia’s hair back for her as she leaned in, picked up the shooter with her mouth and tossed it back. Everyone cheered, Amber took photos, and as Talia plucked the shot glass from her mouth, she smiled halfway atLex.
He flashed her his pearly whites and those badass silver canines ofhis.
Myself, I’d been a dick about it and put the shot glass up near my crotch. Maggie’s nose bumped my dick when she picked it up. She shot it back to more cheers, then slammed the empty glass on thetable.
“You can’t get me drunk,” she informed me, wiping whipped cream off hermouth.
Challengeaccepted.
“And even if you do, it won’t matter. You. Won’t.Win.”
“Win what?” I stared at her, and I wasn’t even gonna lie to myself and pretend that when she gazed up at me like she was doing now, kneeling in front of me with that soft, boozy look on her face, I didn’t want to dive right into it. Smash my mouth down on hers and melt the fuck into her… the taste of her mouth, her tongue coated in booze. Make out with her right on this table and drink everything the bar could pour, get loaded with Maggie and fuck her brains out and fall the fuckapart.
And pay for all of it later. Whatever it cost me and mysobriety.
Maybe just for a moment, looking down at her face, I didn’t care what it wouldcost.
The desire wasstrong.
Theurge.
The motherfuckingtemptation.
The desire to fuck Maggie so hard she’d feel it for a week, right here and now, was stronger than the desire to drink. This girl was temptation and everything I’d ever wanted late in the night, fucking tossing and turning and aching in mybed.
Never wanted a girl like I wanted this girl on her knees in front ofme.
Add some booze to the mix and that soft look in her eyes… that fucking itch starting to quiver at the back of my brain as the blood pumped to my cock… and this was all starting to seem like a bad idea. Getting Maggie drunk was a bad, badidea.
But I really wasn’t a man to quit what I’dstarted.
Not where Maggie wasconcerned.
She put her hands on the arms of my chair and pushed herself up, wobbling a little, and my muscles tensed. I had to fight every instinct I had not to reach out and grab her, haul her into my lap and kiss the shit out ofher.
I let my eyes wander from her face to her tits, then all the way down to her crotch in her short black dress. I couldalmostsee her panties. I could see the curves of her thighs and her soft bare skin through the holes in the diamond pattern of hertights.
She never did answer me, but her gray eyes narrowed as I palmed my swollen dick and adjusted it in my jeans. I didn’t even care who else saw me doit.
So they’d know I’d just sprung massive, throbbing wood for Maggie. How could I not, with her looking like that and sucking shots out of mylap?
No one would exactly beshocked.
She wasn’t shocked. Her eyes widened when she noticed my obvious hard-on, but not withshock.
Then she turned her back tome.
She looked good from this angle, too… Jesusfuck, that dress was short. I couldjustglimpse the start of the curve of her sweet little ass cheeks… Until she seemed to feel my stare and wiggled her dress down to coverup.
“Hey.” Seth gave my shoulder a little shove. “You probably wanna reel it in, before she slips init.”
