Tall, dark, and handsome turns his gaze on to the man before us as he snakes his arm around my waist. “You have met my gorgeous wife, then?”
I narrow my eyes as I listen to his voice. I think he’s Australian.
The creepy guy narrows his eyes. “You don’t know him.” He sneers. “I don’t believe you.”
Tall, dark, and handsome smirks and leans over and grabs the back of my head and pulls me towards him. His tongue rims my lips and he sucks on my mouth. His tongue takes no prisoners as it swipes deep into my mouth. What the frigging hell? His hand drops to my behind and he squeezes the cheek in his hand. Oh my God, this was not in the brochure.
He pulls away and licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts and back up to my face.
I fake a smile as my mind goes totally blank. “Huh.” My eyes flicker back to the other guy as I lick my lips. Holy crap. What kind of kiss was that? “Umm.”
Tall, dark, and handsome takes my hand in his. “Fuck off, mate. She’s with me.” He then pulls me by the hand through the crowd. What, wait, where are we going? My eyes flick over to my friends who are all high-fiving each other over my random kiss with Mr. Holy Hot. Should I just pull out of his grip? What the hell for? This guy is freaking delicious. Oh shit. We arrive at his group of friends and he puts his arm around my waist and pulls my body close to his.
“Boys.” He acknowledges his large group of friends. “You will be pleased to know I just got married on my way back from the bar. Please, meet my new wife.”
Their eyes meet and they all shake their heads and laugh. “Hello.” They all smile. “Nice to meet you,” one man replies as he shakes my hand.
I smirk as his hand tightens around my waist.
“About time,” one guy says as he shakes his hand. “Congratulations, mate. What’s your wife’s name?”
His eyes flick to me and he smiles sexily again. “Blossom.”
I laugh out loud. “Blossom?”
His friends all look me up and down, smile, and then go back to their conversation as if this is a common occurrence.
His eyes drop to my breasts again.
“My eyes are up here,” I tell him. He can’t even pretend not to stare.
He picks up his beer and drinks it down. “So?”
I frown. Of all the nerve. “So, you keep looking at my boobs.”
“You noticed?”
My mouth drops open in. “Well, I’m not imagining it.”
He smirks as he sips his beer. “Good idea. That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
His friend returns with a tray of drinks. “Murph,” he calls. “Come meet Bloss.”
His friend raises his eyebrows. “Hello.” He smiles as he shakes my hand and passes me a drink. “Thank you.” I smile gratefully. My eyes flicker between the six men he is with. These guys are all gorgeous… and cultured. Expensive suits and clothes. My eyes flicker back to my friends on the other side of the bar, and I bite my bottom lip. I will just have this drink and then I will go back over to them. It can’t hurt to have one drink.
His friend turns back to the other men and tall, dark, and handsome’s eyes drop to my breasts again.
“What are you doing?” I shake my head.
“Imagining.”
I raise a brow. “Imagining what?”
“How those tits are going to look around my cock tonight while I fuck them.”
My mouth drops open in shock.
He smiles a slow sexy smile. “You were safer with the other guy.”
My eyes hold his. I have no words.
“Because unlike him, I will be able to get you to do what I want to do. And tonight I want to fuck those big juicy tits of yours.”
My brain misfires as I get a visual of him naked above me, sliding his cock between my… it’s been too long. “That’s not happening,” I stammer.
He shuffles around in his suit coat pocket and pulls out a fifty-dollar note. “Do you want to place a bet on it?”
“What an over confident prick you are.” I shake my head. Never have I had such a pick up line used on me. “And yes.” I snatch the fifty dollars from his hand.
“I will bet fifty dollars on me not having your cock between my boobs tonight.”
He winks and clinks his glass with mine as he raises a sexy brow. “Thank you. I will take that as a challenge.”
I shake my head as I sip my drink. “Does that ridiculous pick up line work on many women?”
He smiles and winks cheekily. “You would be surprised.”
I smirk. There is something honest about this guy. He isn’t pretending to be someone he is not.
It’s disarming.
His hand drops to my behind again and he rubs it as he smiles to himself as he looks me up and down.