I pull away from the kiss when I hear Drake.
“Damn man! Way to spring the news on a man! Congrats! I didn’t even know you were seeing someone steady. I have to say though, you seem like a hell of a woman, Katie.”
Katie clears her throat and looks back at me before smiling at Drake. “Thanks,” she says, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. Her cheeks are red and her lips are swollen. Beautiful.
“Where are you from, Katie?” Drake asks as we start eating.
“Montana, originally. My sister and I moved out this way with our parents when we were small.”
“What does your father think about you hooking up with Torch?”
“My father’s dead,” she answers bluntly. “I’m sure if he wasn’t, though, he’d want to kill him. Luckily, that just makes Torch more attractive.”
Drake laughs, making Katie smile with that look on her face that drives me wild.
“So you started dating Torch to get even with your father?” Angie asks.
Before I can answer that, Katie sets her beer down and looks over at Angie. The look in her eyes would be enough to make a smart woman back off. I don’t think Angie’s that smart, but it’s kind of fun to watch Katie in action.
“No. I had an itch. He was handy, and then, well… I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you how good Hunter is in bed.” She stops to look at me. “Actually, have we ever made it to the bed except to sleep?” she asks so sweetly I want to tan her ass.
Drake laughs his ass off. Angie is pretty much speechless, which is good for her; she should definitely try to be that way more often. Me, I just want to grab my woman and fuck her right here on the table.
“We have. Though, if you can’t remember, I’ll do my best to jog your memory later.”
“Yay. Something to look forward to,” she says with a grin, popping a bite of steak in her mouth.
Yep. Definitely want to fuck her.
“Torch, old buddy, you have met your match.”
“Tell me about it,” I say back to Drake with a grin.
My heart feels like it might beat right out of my chest.
I know Torch was probably just saying that stuff for Angie’s benefit, but it felt like he was talking to me. It felt like he was being dead serious. It scares me. No. It terrifies me. I don’t want that, do I? Why does it feel like part of me does? A large part?
“You okay, sweetness?” he asks me sometime later. Drake and gag-me have moved out to the dance floor. She’s shaking her ass, bending down and touching her toes and sticking it up in everyone’s faces. I don’t see how Drake can be that clueless, but whatever.
“Yeah, just thinking,” I tell him, trying to smile.
“I’d say overthinking.”
“No, not really. I mean, I know that what you said, you said because of—”
“I said the parts that count because I meant them,” he says, his hand coming back to cup the side of my neck, his thumb brushing along my chin.
“Okay.” I wonder what parts he thinks counts.
“You’re overthinking, sweetness.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Mmm-hmm. I’m going to have to find a way to make you stop that.”
“I miss your t-shirts,” I confess, running a hand over the buttoned up shirt he wears. I don’t know how a hot biker can manage to pull off slacks and a buttoned-up shirt, but he rocks it.
He smiles. “You don’t say?”
“Yeah. I wanted to see what you would come up with next.”
“I’ll surprise you. Come here and give me those lips.”
“I think I’ve given you too much lately.”
“Is that right?” His face moves closer to mine. “I think you’re going to give me even more. I think you’re going to give me everything I want.” His hand moves up my leg.
“Hunter.” I try to protest at about the same time his hand finds my pussy.
“God, sweetness, you’re soaked for me.”
I wrap my hand around his arm in a weak attempt to pull him away, but then his finger skates over my clit. I’m already on edge and, with just that little touch, I’m primed.
“Let’s go home,” I tell him, unable to keep the pleading out of my voice. It doesn’t even matter that I’m calling some hotel “home”. It’s a nice hotel, it’s a suite, and it’s close to a home. If I wasn’t missing Gabby and my sister so much, I’d be more than happy to stay there.
He pushes a couple of his fingers inside of me, and I’m unable to tell him no. Right now, I just want more.
“Do you feel the way your pussy squeezes around my fingers, sweetness?” he asks into my ear. “Do you see how fucking full you are with that plug? Look around. No one here would even imagine that you’re getting it in both holes right now. They have no idea that I’m finger-fucking you or that I’m about to make you come while they’re sitting there eating their dinner.”