My mouth gapes nearly as wide as Jorgie’s does when we enter the main section of the sweat- infused dance club and her eyes zoom on mine and Hugo’s interlocked hands. I try to wipe the “I’ve just climaxed” look off my face, but Jorgie notices it before I get the chance to fully suffocate it.
Hugo’s grip on my hand firms the closer we pace towards the group. It is only once we reach the booth do I realize why he is clutching my hand so tightly. It has nothing to do with Jorgie’s shocked expression and everything to do with the look of contempt on Aspen’s face. He looks like a kid whose candy bag was confiscated on Halloween night by his parents.
When we arrive at the booth, Hawke leans into Hugo’s side and whispers something in his ear. Hugo nods before turning his eyes to me.
“Hawke’s arranged to meet a few of the guys from his squadron at a club on the other side of town,” he says. “Did you want to come with me or stay with Jorgie?”
My eyes shift to Jorgie in just enough time to catch the end of a large yawn.
“You guys go. I think Jorgie has had enough entertainment for one night,” I say, turning my eyes back to Hugo.
Hugo chuckles softly. “All right. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Smiling broadly, I nod, my excitement beaming out of me. Jorgie and Hawke finally get married tomorrow afternoon.
My stomach quivers when Hugo dips his knees to place a kiss directly on my lips. A collection of sighs sounds around us, some gleeful, others disdained.
Nineteen
Hugo
“I’ll grab my suit and be right out.”
I slam Hawke’s car door shut and bolt up the stairs of my parents’ home. With everything hammering my mind the past few weeks, I forgot to collect my suit from my mom’s house earlier today. Since it is almost eleven PM, Hawke is refusing to come inside, claiming some shit about it being bad luck to see the bride the day of the wedding? I take the stairs two at a time.
Even with half a bottle of whiskey sitting in my gut, my steps are unimpeded. My eager strides down the hall slow when I notice a light creeping out of my childhood bedroom. An inane grin carves on my lips when I peer into my room and notice Ava walking around the space, absorbing the scene. I prop my shoulder onto the doorjamb and drink her in.
Fuck, she is beautiful.
The unique mix of innocence and seduction. Sharp, intelligent eyes, full curvy lips, little button nose, and a sexy tight body that molds against the hard ridges of my body like she was crafted especially for me. She is no doubt the sexiest woman alive.
There were a bevy of beautiful women as far as my eye could see at the strip club tonight, but I wasn’t interested in a single one of them. Ava’s husky moans, perfectly round chocolate nipples, and the way she tasted when I licked her sweetness off my finger kept my cock as hard as steel the entire night.
No matter how many propositions I received, my cock was only interested in filling one pussy - Ava’s. I’ve never tasted a sweeter pussy in my life. If Roger hadn’t interrupted us, I would’ve spent the rest of my night devouring it. I hadn’t meant to be so crass when I told Ava I wanted to spend my night feasting on her pussy. The tactlessness of my statement became a forgotten memory when Ava stared up at me openmouthed and eager.
While I'm being forthright, our time together in the office was riveting, but I felt like a slack-jawed idiot when I attempted to ask Ava out. I don’t know why I bothered adhering to Jorgie’s advice. Not once in her life has she given solid relationship advice. But for some reason, this week I stupidly listened to her. I’ll admit it, my attempts at wooing Ava were pitiful, worse than any fifth grader could have managed.
But in my defense, I do have a solid explanation for my lack of relationship skills. Before tonight, I’d never asked a girl out. Not once. Not to a school dance or a movie. Nothing. So just like Ava is my one and only crush, she is also the only girl I’ve asked out. Although, technically, Ava didn’t respond to my question; her eyes relayed the answer I wanted to hear. I don’t know where we go from here, but no matter what happens, I’m sure it will be one hell of a ride.
Hearing my bedroom door creak, Ava’s neck cranks to the side, and she peers at me.
“Hey,” she greets me, her lips curling into a lascivious smile.
“Hey,” I respond. I try to keep my voice steady, but my attempts are borderline.
After placing a photo frame on my bedside table, she spins around to face me.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, her voice quivering.
“I forgot my suit,” I reply, nudging my head to a suit bag hanging on the bathroom door.
“Oh.”
Even with disappointment shaking her vocal cords, I don’t miss the slight slur of her words.
“Have you been drinking?” I ask, taking a step closer to her.
A husky laugh spills from her lips as she nods. “I played truth or dare with Kirsty and Kerri. Every question I refused to answer saw me taking a nip of vodka.”
