King Me (King Me Duet 1)

What came next could have been predicted. Too much alcohol made me giddy and bold. As I giggled, with the tip of my index finger in my mouth while I was staring at his. I dumbly asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Five

Liam

Damn she was cute. “No. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

Her giggle was infectious, and I chuckled.

“Are you sure about that?” She dragged each word out and slurred slightly.

“Yes. I’m pretty sure I’d know if I had a girlfriend.”

She tilted her head to the side. “How about a wife?”

“No wife either.”

“Are you in love with someone?”

“No,” I said, grinning. I hoped her head had gone the same place mine had.

“Have you ever been in love?”

I didn’t lie. “Once. A girl I thought I might marry one day.”

She eyed me for a second more from across the table. “What happened?”

“Life. She went to college. I went to basic training. Though, I’d planned to ask her to marry me until she called it quits. She didn’t want us to try the long-distance thing. I still believed we would be together one day.”

“And now?”

“She slept with my brother.”

“Wow,” she said, as the words sounded like five.

“Yeah. There’s no turning back from that.”

“People make mistakes,” she said, sounding more thoughtful.

“There are some things you can forgive and others you can’t. How about you? Have you ever been in love?”

Her head shook wildly as she grinned. “Nope. Absolutely not.”

“Why is that?”

“No one worthy. Or maybe they were all afraid of my father.” She shrugged and turned the tables back on me. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

I arched a brow and she giggled. “I guess you don’t. You’ll just have to trust me. Why the twenty questions?”

“Because I want to decide when.” I was confused a second until she added, “I want to do this.” She got up and stumbled toward me and fell into my lap. “Whoa.”

Whatever else I might have said was swallowed by her kiss. The wine tasted sweet on her tongue. Better yet, her soft ass on my lap and her breasts pressed against my chest had me hard and ready.

I wrapped my arm around her and let my hand glide down to the small of her back. I didn’t know this woman and I was just shy of drunk and didn’t care much. It wouldn’t be the first one-nighter I’d had with a woman.

Even though I was wearing jeans, I knew she felt me as she wiggled against my erection.

“What are we doing here?” I asked.

“What do you think?”

“You made the rules before we got here. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

She ran her nails over my scalp and drew me down. “Stop talking.”

We kissed for another few minutes before I got to my feet with her cradled in my arms. The walk to the bedroom would serve us both some good. It would give her a chance to change her mind.

I kicked the door open with my foot and turned sideways to get us in. I gently placed her on the bed.

“We can always stop,” I offered as she looked up at me all doe-eyed.

Slowly, her head shifted side to side before she tucked her thumbs in the waist band of her pajama bottoms. I watched in anticipation as she slid them down her legs, leaving only a scrap of lacy black fabric covering her. I tried not to be disappointed she hadn’t made a move to take off her top.

Instead, I let her run the show and licked my lips. “What next?”

“How about you get on your knees and remove my thong?”

“The lady knows what she wants.” I liked a woman who knew her mind, and I did as she asked, one knee at a time. Once there I reached over and slid a finger under the seam to test the waters. She raised up on her elbows to watch me. Her head fell back when the pad of my finger slid through silky dampness of her center.

Fuck, she was dripping for me. I didn’t waste time. I shifted the material and went for it. The first taste was everything I’d hoped for. Her moans only fanned the flames that she wanted this as much as I did.

I parted her pussy to get to the pearl. Just that had her thighs quivering in seconds. I added a finger into the mix, just enough to give her that extra stimulation that would surely send her over the edge. My cock throbbed, wanting to be where my finger was. But this was for her. I did reach up with my other hand and slid it up her belly under her shirt. I cupped her generous breast and tweaked her nipple, pinching it between my fingers.

When her core began to spasm, she cried out, “Oh my god, oh my god,” repeatedly.