Page 41 of Man Candy (After We Fall 1)
“Well, I’m fine. And I’d like a little more room, please.” She looked so miserable, I eased up.
Sighing, I took my arm back but reached for her hand, holding it in my lap. “OK. This will do for now.”
She sent me a murderous look but left her hand there, and the conversation turned to other things—how the holidays had stressed everyone out, trips planned for spring or summer, Claire’s disastrous blind dates, Margot’s new car, my mother’s old house, Elyse’s failure to keep her New Year’s resolutions already. But Jaime stayed fairly quiet, and just after we’d ordered another round of drinks, I felt her hand moving over my crotch. My dick immediately responded.
What the hell was she doing?
I looked over at her and saw her smiling sweetly at Claire, who was describing some date she’d been on recently where the guy wouldn’t stop talking about his ex.
Our chairs were close enough together and the restaurant dark enough that I didn’t think anyone would notice, but damn it, sitting at this table with a raging boner would be really uncomfortable. And I could hardly adjust myself with her hand right there. Oh fuck, I was getting hard fast. She knew it, too; I could tell by the satisfied smile on her face.
I winced slightly as my cock bulged painfully against the seam of my jeans. I needed more room in a really bad way—and she wasn’t letting up! The bigger it got, the firmer she rubbed it. Should I move her hand? Slide my chair away from her? Excuse myself from the table? I could, but I wasn’t wearing a jacket, just a cashmere sweater over a button-down. The shirt was tucked into my pants, and the sweater wouldn’t hide the obvious if I stood up.
Fuckfuckfuck, it felt good and terrible at the same time. She was being so naughty and it totally turned me on, but jizzing in my pants on our first date would not be cool, especially in front of her friends. I shifted in my chair, trying to adjust without being obvious.
“Quinnypoo,” Jaime said suddenly, and way too syrupy, “would you be a lamb and go get my coat for me? I left something in the pocket I need.”
I looked at her expression, which was both innocent and knowing at the same time. Oh, you little devil. You did this on purpose.
I didn’t really want her friends to see the monstrous erection I had going, but I couldn’t ignore the dare. And if I was going to take it, I was going to take it all the way.
I smiled at her. “Of course, kitten. Anything for you.”
I stood up and made sure everyone got an eyeful. “Excuse me, ladies. I’ll be right back.”
On
my way to the coatrack, I ducked into the bathroom and washed my hands, just for something to do while I counted to ten in Polish, my go-to task when I need to stop myself from coming too fast or get rid of an ill-timed hard-on.
Jeden, dwa, trzy… It worked. By the time I got to dziesiec, I was comfortable again.
I dried off my hands, adjusted my pants, and went to get Jaime’s coat. There was probably nothing in her damn pocket, but whatever. I had to give her credit for fighting back a little. All the ridiculous names and overt affection had to be driving her nuts. Her friends must think we were crazy.
But it was a good time.
A perfect time.
Fourteen
JAIME
He did it.
That rat bastard stood up and showed everyone the big fat bulge in his pants like he was proud of it.
What were you expecting? The man has zero shame.
Still. It was kind of hilarious.
“Oh. My. God.” Claire’s entire face was pink. “Did you guys see what I saw?”
“If you mean the package on Quinn, um yes.” Margot fanned her face.
“Package! It looked like a baby elephant was trying to escape!” Claire stage-whispered.
“I tried to look away and I couldn’t,” murmured Elyse. “It was almost hypnotic.”
I started to giggle, bringing a hand to my mouth. I’d pulled the stunt to humiliate Quinn, but actually I was kind of glad my friends got a good look. There was a certain thrill in knowing that of all the women he could have, of all the women in the world obsessing over his image, I was the one next to him at dinner. I was the one with his arm on my shoulders. I was the one he wanted.
