So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(157)

I take a swig of my whiskey. “Hey, that guy deserved everything he got. He was way past out of line. You don’t follow someone into the bathroom. That’s beyond wrong.”

Shayna throws back her head and laughs out loud.

Ronnie giggles behind her hand, her brown eyes shining. “What was he trying to get a picture of?”

“Jackson’s infamous johnson. What else?” Bax laughs so hard that half the restaurant turns to look.

Both ladies gape.

I shrug. “Well, it is legendary. But still, way the fuck out of bounds.”

When Ronnie finally relaxes, I slide my hand under the tablecloth and find the silky skin of her thigh below her hem. Her back straightens as though a gun has been shoved between her shoulder blades.

She shoots me side eyes. Her nostrils flare, and she sucks in a breath between clenched teeth. Leaning toward me, she grinds out her words through the corner of her mouth. “What are you doing?”

I scoot closer to her. “Enjoying dinner with some new friends.”

Her fingers pry at my hand, but she can’t shake me loose without making a scene. Finally, she digs into her purse, coming out with a piece of paper and a pen. She scrawls a note.

Get your hand off my leg!!!

Taking the pen, I reply. Open up for a little pre-dinner feel good.

She jerks her legs together as though that’s going to discourage me. It does the opposite. I walk my fingers closer to that tantalizing place that I’ve been thinking about all day.

I tickle the top of her mound through the thin fabric of her dress. She coughs and slides away from me a smidge more, but she underestimates the length of my arm. She can’t get away.

Ronnie chews on that luscious bottom lip. I knew it—she’s too straight-laced to embarrass herself.

The next few weeks will be fun. Before the sun rises, I’ll get to taste that lip again, and the ones below as well. Those are the ones I really want. My cock hardens at the thought.

Then again, little Miss Love ‘Em might be too goody-goody to get dirty with the likes of me.

Too damn bad. An itch this strong demands to be scratched. I’m going to have a taste of that brown sugar before I have to back off because of the bet.

I trace circles around her bud until she squirms and all but pants.

She tries so hard to play it off as though nothing is going on below her belt. “So, Shay, why don’t you tell Baxter and Jackson about your new car?”

When dinner arrives, I have to relinquish that sweet spot I’ve fondled for the last half hour. My dick is rock hard. Ronnie’s breathing is erratic and trembles when she exhales. She’s been getting looks from Shayna for the past ten minutes.

When the waiter sets my steak in front of me, I rub my upper lip with my fingers, inhaling her sweet peach scent with a smile.

“It all smells so delicious.” I wink at her.

She almost blanches. I bet if I touched her neck right now, it’d be a hundred and nine degrees.

“You’ve been awful quiet the last few minutes, Ronnie.” Bax’s eyes twinkle as he tosses a look at Shayna, and she whips her head away as though she can’t stomach looking at him.

Ronnie pushes at Shay. “Pardon me, please. I need to go to the ladies’ room.”

Bax and I stand, both of us adjusting the fronts of our suit jackets. Can’t be sure, but I think he’s enjoyed Ronnie’s discomfort as much as I have. Well, probably not quite as much.

Ronnie takes her shawl with her, folding it over her arm when she climbs from the booth. It hangs in front of what I’m certain must be a tell-tale wet spot on the front of her dress. Fuck, that’s hot.

She leaves the table, and Shayna follows. I can only imagine how that conversation is going to go. I chuckle.

Bax leans toward me from his side of the booth, his flatware in-hand, ready to cut his prime rib. He points at me with the business end of his steak knife. “You, my friend, are a sick fuck. Ballsy. Reminds me of—well, me.”

“Yeah, I know. We’re a couple of twisted fuckers, aren’t we?”

He holds his whiskey and soda up in salute.

I tip my glass against his. “To the women who warm our beds—”

He chimes in with me, “—and suck our cocks.”

The girls return, each with determined looks on their faces. Wonder what that’s all about?

I cut into my porter house, and we get down to the business of eating. Every time Ronnie puts her fork into her mouth, I imagine it’s my dick she’s wrapping those puffy lips around. This thought keeps me hard through the entire meal.

This is new. I mean, women have always turned me on, but I’ve never had quite this much of a fantasy life about one I only met a few days ago. But damn, this woman is as fuckable as they come—full breasts, flawless skin just waiting to be tasted, and an ass that makes me want to take her from behind and pound that pussy until we both come, sweating and screaming. I’ve got to tap that ass so I can move on.