“Kiss me, then,” I challenge, knowing she’s not going to and hoping she will anyway.
Brianna is on me in an instant, pressing her body against mine in the narrow space. She kisses me without holding back. Her lips mold to mine and urge me to part my lips with a suckle and a nip. She tastes like sweetness and alcohol, her body tight against mine.
In a quick move, I push her into the wall between a pair of heavy-duty storage racks, and she writhes against me like the drink finally set her free. Like she’s been holding back for far too long.
I’m harder than I’ve ever been. She’s all too aware, her hand gliding down my length as she leans her head back and I’m able to kiss her neck.
She moans my name and then her hand is at the back of my head, demanding I kiss her again. Her fingers rake through my hair and I fucking love it. I love everything she does to me.
We crash into each other, and I almost knock over a case of beer while we shove clothes out of the way. Bri spreads her thighs and I push inside of her with one hard thrust. She’s already primed for me, wet and eager. If her pussy is anything to go by, my Bri was in desperate need. It happens so fast, I hardly register I’m fucking her until my jeans are in a pile around my ankles. I’m immediately lost in her. I need more of her before I can take another breath. She’s so damn sweet and soft and her mouth is on mine and it’s all I’ve wanted for two years.
With her back against the wall, I brace her where I want her, wrapping her thighs around my hips and angling her just right to fuck her hard and deep.
The small strangled moans fuel me to fuck her harder. If I was thinking straight I’d wonder if anyone could hear us, but I’m not. All I need right now is to feel her come on my dick.
Little gasps pour out of her mouth with every thrust. She’s hot and feels fucking perfect. It’s the sweetest sex I can imagine up against the back wall of a bar.
Music filters through the door. Our friends laugh. Brianna moans against my shoulder. She throws herself against me and I lose the last part of me that had any doubts.
I try to hold back and slow down. I try to make this last. It’s not like we can stay in this back room forever, but damn, she feels too fucking good. The moment I realize I’m close, my thumb works her clit.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl in the crook of her neck.
I’ll be damned if I come without her. It’s just that she’s wrapped around me tight like her body never wanted to let go. And yet—she’s so ready for me. Like she’s been hot for this since she walked into the bar. I refuse to even breathe until she hits her climax.
“God, Bri,” I groan, “you feel so fucking good.”
Her murmured response is incoherent as her heels press into my ass and she comes hard and fast.
The moment I feel her orgasm, I want another and another. Her nails dig into my skin and she bites my shoulder. I keep fucking her, riding through her pleasure and praying she’ll get off again.
She cries out my name, a little too loud, and I leave openmouthed kisses down her neck.
Bri kisses me back along the side of my neck, and her warm breath tickles down my shoulder.
I push deep inside of her, taking every inch for myself. Bri switches to moans instead of words. I can feel how close she is to coming again. Closer and closer and closer.
“Give it to me, baby,” I command her as I spread her legs wider to fuck her deeper, harder, and faster. I coax her into it. Kiss her passionately until she shivers out pleasure all over my length. Brianna comes with her face buried in my shoulder, crying out, and God help me, at the same time I lose myself inside her, I can’t help but think, I hope they all heard her screaming my name.
Brianna
What was I thinking?
Really, what made me go into that back room with him? I’m the one who said it. I’m the one who threw myself at Asher?
What the hell was I thinking?
I know him. If I said I wanted space, which I do, he would have given it to me. If I said I just want to get settled and figure things out, he would have said he understood. If I said I didn’t want to be alone with him because I don’t trust myself, he would have made sure there was someone there the entire time.
’Cause that’s the kind of man Asher is. And apparently I’m the kind of girl who leads him on …
It’s all I can think, all day and into the evening. It’s a beautiful night, and I’m out on my back porch with my sister and my friends. It’s the best kind of evening.
Technically it’s Sunday, but we’re hanging out like it’s Wine Down Wednesday. The girls, drinks and gossip. It’s supposed to be laughing and having a good time. All of them are chatting away. My sister and her crowd of friends, Mags and Sharon. And Renee of course.
Mags isn’t drinking and her little bump is looking a little bigger now. The glow of pregnancy suits her.
They laugh and that’s when I get the hint that I should be laughing too.