“Time for some shots.” Emerald breaks the trance we are locked in.
Tilting her head back, she flutters her fucking lashes. My heart beats a million times faster. “Can I?”
“You don’t have to ask me, baby. Anything you want.” Walking together to the table, Emerald’s not looking overly happy at Slate, so she grabs Crystal’s arm dragging her to the bar.
“Let’s give this a try while we’re waiting.” Giving her the stick, I set up the balls. The guys talk among themselves, Lace stretches out her legs relaxing, listening to them.
“You have to hit the white ball and knock the triangle of balls apart, trying to get them in the pockets.”
“Okay.” Bending down, she holds the cue stick all wrong.
“Hang on.” Pressing against her back, one arm under hers and the other holding the stick with her, I show her how it’s done. My cock has ideas of its own.
“Move it back and forth a little then add more pressure as you hit the white ball.”
Her ass rubs against my dick and I close my eyes taking it in. Christ, everything about her has my nerves on high alert. A single touch and I’m almost blowing my load.
“You two need a room?” Tanner yells.
“Not yet, but soon.” The ball strikes the bunch making a huge sound and they shoot off in different directions. Flushed, she looks at me with a grin and raises her eyebrows before moving away from the table. “Your turn.”
I like this playful side. The day spent with the girls may have boosted her confidence a bit. “Game on.”
Emerald returns with some bottles of tequila and glasses. It’s going to be a messy night. Lace stands and pours them for us all except herself. “Enjoy.”
At the same time, we pour the liquid down our throats. Phoebe shakes her head and resumes her smile. “Wow. That’s wrong.”
“Yes girl it is, but it’s some damn good stuff.” Crystal lines up some more. “Here’s to the happy couple.”
They look anything but happy.
“Are they alright?” Phoebe whispers in my ear, tickling it at the same time with her breath.
“Yeah. This is normal. They’ll be all over each other soon. Once Slate’s jealousy subsides.” I sit this one out, but Phoebe raises it with the others and throws it back, coughing after this one.
“It burns.” Closing her eyes, my arm wraps around her waist.
“Is it making you hot inside?”
“Yes.” Raising her arms, she drapes them loosely over my shoulders. “But just looking at you makes me hotter. Your sexy face makes my pussy wet, your muscly arms make my knees weak, your grin has my heart skipping beats, the tingles from the touch of your fingers makes me wish you had them all over my naked skin. My boobs throb and I’d loved to be filled up by you again. I want to explore more with you, if you don’t mind showing me?” Chuckling to herself, she spears me with an innocent gaze but then clasps a hand over her mouth, her eyes change to shock.
Fuck…
Blown away by her boldness, it seems alcohol makes her chatty.
“I can’t believe I said that out loud.”
“You can say anything to me, never filter your words.”
“I’m so embarrassed.” I wipe her face with my fingers.
“I enjoy seeing you like this.”
Phoebe moves from foot to foot. “I can speak around you and I don’t feel silly. I can look at you and my skin doesn’t crawl with insecurities. It’s only been a few days and somehow my body and mind has changed course because of you. It’s like I could take on the world if necessary.”
Emerald and Crystal both grab an arm and pull her away to the other side of the table before I can respond. They head for a spare bit of space, swaying their hips before they even get to it.
“You think she’s a keeper?” Lace moves beside me, her arms wrapped around her belly.
Smiling more to myself than her, I nod without hesitation. “Yeah, I do.”
Caden joins his woman and hands me a beer. “Thanks, man.” Slate and Tanner perch themselves on the seat while Caden grabs a stick, giving Lace the other one. My eyes completely focused on Phoebe, I watch her like a hawk.
Small and slim, she moves her hips, swaying them to the rock music pumping from the main bar area. Crystal and Emerald include her in their trio, linking hands, then shoulders rubbing up and down each other’s bodies. Twirling, her skirt lifts up and she lets it. Eyeing her smooth legs to her pussy, tightness clamps my chest, flames engulf my vision. My legs start to move, my eyes looking at the men ogling her delicious body.
A hand lands on my shoulder, stopping me. “She’s having fun with the girls, leave her.” Slate hands me a smoke and I inhale it. “Phoebe’s not like your normal type?”
“No, thank fuck. She’d be gone by now if she was.” My breaths labor and I drag in more.
“Any details on her brother yet?”
“He’s fucking invisible, S. But I can’t give up. We have to find him before he kills Phoebe. I know the type, he won’t stop until he does. She’s a threat to him but more than that, she’s someone that got away from him and he won’t live with that. Beaten by his sister. I saw the manic look in his eyes, he will return for her.”
As though she knows we are talking about her, Phoebe tilts her head so I can see the light reflecting from her crystal eyes, her hair flies back as she rotates her neck and head dancing in time with the beat.
“We’ll find him.”
A large guy with a cowboy hat joins the girls, grinding into Emerald. She keeps up the pace with him, while spearing her deadly heated stare to Slate.
“Fuck. She knows how to push my buttons.”
“And you let her.” With a cheeky grin, Emerald leans closer to the man who’s about to be pummeled to the floor.
“’Cause it’s fucking fun teaching her lessons.” Clenched fists, Slate stomps to the girls, pulling the lowlife away from Emerald who is unaware of his attacker because his face is so close to Em’s he would see nothing else. Striking with his fist, the guy collapses. No one interferes. They don’t dare look.
Emerald turns her back on all of them, grabbing Crystal and Phoebe walking them back toward the table.
“You sure know how to make trouble, Wildcat.” Throwing down more tequila, she nods and laughs.
“He’s a bossy bastard. It’s my bachelorette party, so I can do what I want.” Handing a shot glass to the girls, they all finish it as Slate arrives back, taking Emerald in his grasp. Lava flows from his eyes, terminating Emerald’s next move.
“Dance with me?” Phoebe wobbles and places the glass down.
“I’d love to.” Eyes only on her, I wrap my arms around her, sweeping her legs from underneath her, swirling her around until we have some space. We don’t need a dance floor, anywhere is perfect with this girl.
“Whoa.”
“Whoops. Sorry.” Putting her down, her body falls into mine.
“I think the tequila’s kicked in. I’m spinning a little. Actually a lot.” Her feet try and move but I keep her against me, holding her tight.
“We can dance slow.”
Catching her breath, she smiles. “Sounds amazing.”