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.”
“Too bad.” Shayna tosses her napkin onto her plate. “I’m not so sure I’ll go through with this. You’re asking me to ruin my friend’s career.”
Ronnie massages her temples. “He’s right, Shay. We’ll all suffer. Let’s just do it and see what happens. Maybe it won’t be that bad. Maybe people won’t even care. Maybe I’ll be spared a lifetime of embarrassment by a record-breaking earthquake.”
Shit. How’d I go from getting a hand-job to threatening my date’s job in the time it takes a rabbit to fuck?
The air stirs around the table; I yank my shawl around my shoulders, tucking the edges between my thighs. What the hell was I even thinking? Have fun? With him? He’s rude and crude, a socially unacceptable cad.
He points to a heavy-set guy, probably pushing forty, with a six-finger forehead. “Him. If you can pull anyone in and make them grateful to have someone to love, it’s got to be him.”
Shayna huffs. “You want me to try to seduce that? Seriously?”
I elbow her.
“What about me? You may not even have to touch him. I, on the other hand, will have to run my fingers through—” A shiver runs through me at the thought of touching the unkempt slug of a man. “—ick, he looks so greasy.”