I beeline for the bar, slotting into the space in front of Jade before Hathead can get a look in. I can feel his glower drilling into the side of my head, but I don’t spare him a glance. Two shot glasses wait on the sticky bar, filled with layers of dark and light alcohol and topped with whipped cream.
The cream leaks onto my fingers when I pick up the glass. “What’s this?” Smells like almonds and coffee.
Jade’s lips lift. “A blowjob.”
I nearly drop the fucking drink before I recover, and I know that I shouldn’t say what’s on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t help myself. “Better not let Hayley find out you’re giving me a blowjob.”
Jade snorts and downs the shot in one go. I do the same, and holy shit, that’s sweet. I chase the drink with a swig of beer. Doesn’t help.
“How are those sorrows?” I ask.
Jade makes a face. “Still there.”
“Would another blow job fix it?”Always helps me.
Her green eyes sparkle with mischief. “There’s only one way to find out.”
I twist toward the bartender and order another round.
“Your fan club must be getting impatient,” Jade says with a quick glance at where I left Sunny and her friend.
“I don’t care.” Right now, there’s only one woman who has my attention. My eyes can’t help but trace the lines of her collarbone, and I imagine what it would be like to have my tongue do the same.
Two shots land in front of us, startling me out of thoughts I should not be having about Hayley’s best friend.
Thankfully, Jade seems none the wiser, saluting me with her drink.
This one’s a little easier to take, although I swear I can feel the liquid hit my stomach with a splash. I swap the glass for my beer and tilt the top toward my partner in crime. “Feeling better yet?”
Her nose scrunches as she considers. Fuck, she looks cute when she does that. “A little.”
Two more it is. I gesture for the bartender to keep them coming. Jade rests an elbow against the bar and chases the straw around her drink, eventually capturing it between her lips. Her gaze drops to my arms. “I’ve always wanted a tattoo,” she says like it’s some deep, dark confession.
“Oh, yeah?”
Golden strands from her ponytail slip over her shoulder when she nods. “Apart from something for my mom, I go back and forth between a vine entwined with a snake or a skull covered in flowers.”
Either one would look so fucking hot on her. “Where would you want it?”
“I can’t decide.” Her brows arch. “Any suggestions?”
My hand tightens around my beer. I drink what’s left of it as I consider exactly where on her tight body I’d kill to find either one. “Let’s see. You could get it here.” Jade’s breath hitches when I trace a finger down the side of her ribcage. “But that spot hurts like a sonofabitch.” My finger halts at the top of her jeans. “Or right here.” My palm grazes over the point where her thigh meets her hip. I can imagine Jade in a string bikini, with a tattoo stretching across that patch of sun-kissed skin. My dick can imagine it too.
Jade’s gaze falls to where two shots wait on the bar. When did the bartender drop these off? I pull back and lift my shot for a toast. “To getting drunk with Jade Quinn.”
She taps her glass against mine, her face and neck flushed all over. We finish those, but a tiny dollop of whipped cream clings to her lips. I know there’s a joke in there somewhere, but my brain doesn’t seem to be working because all I can think about is how much I want to lick it off.
Instead, I decide to err on the side of caution and gently brush my thumb across her pillowy bottom lip instead. But then I slip the tip of my thumb inside my mouth and lickthatoff, so it kinda comes full circle.
Jade’s warm breath whispers across my neck. I don’t remember closing the distance between us and really should step away, but I don’t, and neither does she.
After another shot, there’s so much sugar swimming in my stomach that I’m close to hurling all over the already sticky floor. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m kinda sick of blowjobs.”
Jade’s eyes make an unabashed sweep down to the front of my jeans before returning to my face. “That’s too bad.”
Oh, shit. She did not just say that. “Stop that right now.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but her lips look even prettier when they’re smirking. “Stop what?”
