I’d felt pride when I saw how she reacted to it. I could tell immediately that she liked what she saw. I saw the same look in those warm brown eyes when I approached her.
“What? You’ve been crushing on him for a while.” Her eyes go round, her hand flying up to cover her mouth.
“Why you telling my secrets?” My cupcake turns a few shades of red.
She’s been watching me. My already hard cock jerks at the idea that she’s been trying to steal peeks at me. That will make keeping her a whole lot easier.
“I think it’s the drinks.” Neily stands. “I should go before I say more.”
Yes, please go. I don’t think she’s trying to block me from Alyssa, but I would prefer to have her all alone.
“You don’t have to leave,” Alyssa tells her.
“No. I see something I want to check out. Text me.” I think she tries to wink at Alyssa but it looks more like she’s got something in her eye. “Do all the things I never do,” she adds before taking off. I have no idea what that even means. But I’m happy to have my cupcake all to myself.
“You’ve been watching me?” I ask. One of the servers returns with another round of drinks. Alyssa snatches it up, taking a big drink of it.
“You leave the club around the same time I’m getting into the bakery,” she finally admits. Could she be what I’ve been feeling these past few months? That’s when the weird sensation in my chest had started.
The minute I laid eyes on my cupcake, it felt as though that emptiness in my chest had been filled for the first time in months. I’m experiencing something altogether different now in my chest that I can't put into words.
“I wish you would have come over and said hi.” I dip my head. I almost get mad thinking that I could have had her for months already. Now I fully understand why my brother moved so fast. His wife, Amelia, had slipped through his fingers at first. But when he found her again, he wasted no time marrying her. He’s even put a baby in her already.
He said he knew the minute he saw her that she was his forever. I had practically rolled my eyes at him but now with my cupcake sitting in my lap, I get that shit. I understand how it can hit you like a Mack truck out of nowhere.
How being next to your soulmate can make everything right in your world. I know now that if I had met Alyssa months ago, we’d already be married. I’m hoping a few months from now that is the case.
“I’m kinda shy.”
“That’s all right, cupcake. I’m anything but shy.” Not when it comes to something I want and I definitely want her, forever.
6
Alyssa
My heart pounds as I stare up into his hazel eyes. I can’t believe he’s here. That he’s kissing me and touching me. My whole body buzzes with excitement. The drinks continue to give me liquid courage, allowing me to enjoy every moment of this. I would have likely been under the table by now without them. Sean isn’t holding anything back, nor do I want him to.
“Is that what we do next? Am I supposed to go home with you?” I ask the same thing that Neily did earlier. I do want to get out of here. It feels as though everyone is watching us. I keep seeing people glance our way. The hostess girl that took our drink order keeps giving me death glares. I’m not sure what's up with her but it’s beginning to make me uncomfortable.
“We can go to my place if you’d like.”
“I’m not having sex with you,” I blurt out. Why did I say that? I definitely want to have sex with him or maybe do other things after the way he’d kissed me. Oh God. I’m making an idiot of myself.
“I wouldn’t have sex with you.”
“Oh.” My shoulders drop. What the heck?
“Don’t look disappointed, cupcake. When I take you for the first time you’re going to be sober.” He leans down, brushing his mouth against mine. “I can do other things to your body, though, to make you come.”
“You won’t sleep with me because I’ve been drinking?” That’s equal parts disappointing and sweet.
“There are other things besides sex we can do. I’ll make it good for you.”
“What about you?” I lick my lips. My tongue grazes his bottom lip.
“Tonight is about you. You told me you’ve been watching me for a month.” My face heats all over again at him acknowledging my stalking habits. “I want a taste of what I’ve been missing.”
“You want to go down on me?” I pull back, putting my hand over my mouth. I have the same problem of blurting things out as Neily, obviously. It has to be the drinks. Or maybe it’s my nerves. It could be a combination of both.