When the wet noises from under the table become audible, Shayna pushes Baxter out of the booth. “Come on. I need to get a little air.”
They walk away, Baxter’s hand riding low on Shayna’s sequin-clad ass. Hmm. “Interesting.”
Jackson leans close, his breath hot on the shell of my ear. “I want to taste you.”
Yes. That. Let’s do that. Really soon.
He pulls his hand from under the table, leaving my throbbing pussy lonesome. He sucks the juice from his fingers, making me even more wet. Then he slides his tongue around his thick fingers, and down between them. I lick my lips, and his eyes latch onto the movement.
His lips crash down on mine. My cream mixed with his whiskey. It tastes of man and sex and all the heat I’ve been missing for the last two years, three months, and twenty-six days. Yes, I’ve counted.
The more we kiss, the higher the pressure in my womb. His hand dives between my legs as he dominates my mouth. Jack wiggles a second finger into my slit, and a small moan escapes. He captures the sound with his mouth sealed over mine.
When we come up for air, he pulls back and runs his thumb across my lower lip. “You surprise me, Ronnie.”
I nip the edge of his thumb. “How so?”
He rams his other fingers deeper into my pussy, tickling the innermost parts of me. “I never thought you’d be the kind of girl to get down and dirty in a restaurant. I had you pegged for more of a flowers and courtship first, only give up the poontang after the I DOs are said kind of gal.”
I rock my hips, grinding against his hand.
“Oh, I am. But that’s only for guys who I actually want a relationship with.” I lean up and bite his bottom lip. “I don’t even particularly like you, so I can do what I want with you—you don’t matter all that much to me.”
I don’t matter, so she can do what she wants with me?
Fuck yeah, she can!
My smile spreads, and I give her a smacking kiss on her cheek. “Now that’s my kind of girl.”
I’ll walk away afterward, free and clear. No strings, because she doesn’t even like me.
Score!
Baxter and Shayna return to the dining room. After they slide into the booth, I order a round of after-dinner drinks and dismiss the waiter.
Shayna’s hair is disheveled, and one of the thin straps of her dress is missing, likely tucked into the top edge.
I wish I were buried balls-deep in Ronnie’s sweet pussy right about now. But anticipation is half the fun. So, I sink knuckle-deep into her hot, wet cunt, turning my fingers so I can rub the knot just inside. In return, she gives me a grunt and sucks in a small gasp.
Shayna makes a face and shakes her head.
That’s it, I’ve had enough of this shit. “Shayna, what are you over there giving Ronnie the stink-eye for? You’re looking freshly fucked, so it can’t be that you disapprove of public foreplay. Is the problem our specific location?”
She pulls up the top of her dress. “No. I actually kinda like a little exhibitionism when the opportunity presents itself. The problem is the jackass she’s fooling around with. You probably won’t even give her a courtesy O before you dump her out on the front lawn.”
I smile and nod. “Fair enough. But don’t worry; I’ll make sure Ronnie gets hers. I pride myself on not busting a nut until the lady’s been satisfied.”
Ronnie tightens her hold on my cock until it’s almost painful. “Sitting right here, thank you.”
The waiter returns and sets the cocktails before us just as a big ol’ boy with a bad comb-over passes by. Oh, he’ll fit perfectly into my plan.
Fuck. We need to get to business. I relinquish my hold on Ronnie long enough to stir my drink with the tip of my finger.
I slip my hand beneath the tablecloth again. “All right, ladies and gent—”
This time Ronnie’s ready for me. Legs spread, pussy slick. That sly thing, she managed to divest herself of her panties when I wasn’t paying attention. Fuck. We may have to skate out of here early.
I’ll be quick about this so I can get a taste of her peaches. “Okay. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Ronnie’s legs snap closed, and she pushes my hand aside. Then she yanks on my cock—and not in a good way—as she bites out her words. “So, you’re really going to choose some random guy. I’m supposed to entice him to fall in love with me—and then you plan to sic my best friend on him to see if she can seduce him—thus ruining my career when he gives in? Because he will. Something like ninety-seven percent fail the Shayna test. She’s exceptionally good at her job.”
I pry her finger nails away from my pecker. “Whoa. Slow down. I thought we’d all agreed on this wager? My audience expects it. It’s going to be a real problem if we don’t provide what the public hopes for. A problem for all of us, not only me.”