“But I can look up your dress if I do it.” I motion to the bed.
She takes a seat.
I drop to my knees between her legs.
“This is familiar.” Her gaze flits to Dean then it’s on me. “What would you do if I jumped you now?”
“Now?” My fingers skim her ankle as I slide her right shoe onto her foot and secure the clasp. “Let him watch.”
“Hmm.” She chews on her bottom lip as she considers it.
My cock whines for attention.
I ignore it as I slide her other shoe on and secure the clasp.
She leans down and offers me her hands.
I take them, let her help me
up.
Dean laughs. “You’re a disgustingly cute couple.” Earnesty drips into his voice.
It’s weird.
Leighton stands. Smooths her dress. Slides her arm around my waist. “Thank you.”
“You guys eat?” He laughs. “Besides—I’m not even gonna make that joke.”
“You’re growing up.” She laughs. “Wait. Why would we eat?”
“Dinner was family only. We’re invited for dessert and cocktails,” he says. “You didn’t know?”
I shake my head. “Let’s stop somewhere first.”
“No. It’s fine. I want to get back to the room as soon as possible.” She slides her hand under my jacket. Rests her palm on my side.
Dean chuckles. “He’s that merciless?”
She shrugs, playing coy, but it’s written all over her face. She needs me inside her.
My heartbeat slows as we make our way down the hall.
The elevator is crowded with a mix of people in swimsuits and casual clothes. We stick out like sore thumbs.
Hawaii is the land of laid back attire. Nobody wears suits or fuck me, I’m a spy cocktail dresses.
A tall woman eyes us curiously. I guess it’s strange, two guys accompanying one girl. Especially when the girl is somehow satisfied and wanting at the same time.
I intertwine my fingers with Leighton’s as the elevator doors slide open.
We wait for the families and couples to pour onto the concrete. I motion after you to Dean. Then I lead Leighton through the hallway.
The restaurant is here. At the hotel.
It’s right there. On our left.
The chatter of conversation fills the air as Dean pulls the door open.