Don't Lie (Don't 2)

Her eyes sank into mine and she bit her bottom lip. Fuck. Why was she making this so difficult?

I tried not to look in her eyes. Before the Fin Notes launched into the chorus she was wrapped around my torso, her cheek resting against my chest. This was all more than what I bargained for. It had to be the strong drinks that had her nestled against me.

I let my hand glide down her back until it palmed the curve along the small of her back, fitting her snugly to my body. She felt like velvet under my rough hands. My chest tugged to take a deep breath. What in the hell was happening?

“This is nice,” Sierra murmured.

We swayed slowly, but it seemed as if the world had stopped.

I nodded, not wanting to confirm the words out loud. I reached for her hair and closed my eyes as my fingers coiled along the strands. This was dangerous.

She had always been able to do this to me. Make my cock ache. Make my thoughts turn to images of her under me. I had a strong visual of her lips wrapped around the base of my dick while I pumped in and out of her. And she always gave me what I wanted—she’d let me come deep in her throat. Her eyes misted with the intensity and the pleasure, but she never stopped until she had licked every drop from my head. She always made sure I was satisfied. And, how could I not be with those sweet lips sucking me? She had always been a good girl—a sweet girl—but the night she gave me her virginity it was as if she had given me the keys to an unopened box. A box that contained the most alluring intoxicating siren my cock and my heart had ever known.

The music faded from the stage. The song ended and I backed up too quickly, knocking Sierra off balance.

“Whoa.” I snaked an arm around her waist to steady her. “I told you those Long Island ice teas are no joke.”

She giggled and looked up at me. Those blue eyes stopped me in my tracks. She was drunk. She never could handle those drinks. But that wasn’t the only thing I saw in her eyes. Thirst. Hunger. Lust.

Fuck.

“I’m getting you home.” I ushered her along the boardwalk.

“So you do want to take me home?” she purred.

She looked happier than I had seen her since we’d run into each other again. The drink must have had a way of softening her. Maybe it was the drinks or maybe she was starting to have fun with me. I wasn’t sure.

“Already?” She pretended to pout.

“Yes, now.”

“I’m totally fine.” Sierra giggled.

“You’re drunk. Time to go.”

“But we just got here. One dance and you’re done?”

“Something like that.”

I hauled her down the boardwalk and lifted her into the skiff.

I sat her in the seat next to me so I could keep an eye on her. The last thing I wanted was for her to tip overboard. I kept one hand firmly planted on her hip. She sighed at my touch.

I shook my head and cranked the engine.

She was either making this way too easy or way too hard. With her nuzzled into my chest, I couldn’t decide which.

I didn’t say a fucking word the entire ride home from the boat.

I parked just off Lindy’s back porch and carried Sierra inside. I deposited her onto the couch in the living room.

She moaned lightly and smiled. “I had fun. I think I feel another dance coming on.” She tried to stand.

“Whoa darlin’. You’re going to take a nose dive if you do that.”

It was hard not to laugh at her. She was blitzed from only one drink.

“Me too. Get some sleep.”