“Don’t be a spoil sport. But do enjoy my tab,” Luke laughs, heading back to our table.
With his back turned to me, I pull out my phone. Upon a quick inspection it doesn’t seem any worse for wear, thankfully. I didn’t get to enjoy that picture at all. Though that might be a good thing considering the way my dick reacted to a brief flash of it.
No part of me expected it. In fact, if someone had asked me what I thought Jordan would send me a picture of, a picture of her naked would be the last thing on my mind. That’s a level and type of trust I never thought I’d achieve with someone of the opposite sex.
Staring down at the second picture she sent me, her forearm is covering her chest while she gives me a coy, playful smile that screams she wants to be fucked. I know that smile. She’s bestowed it on me multiple times in the last few days when she’s being cheeky. I can almost always count on her being a brat when that smile comes out to play.
Like now. I can see her fucking outfit hanging on the hook of the door behind her, telling me that she snapped this recently in the bathroom. Since dinner. Maybe in the last twenty minutes.
Fuck. She was naked within the last twenty minutes and wanted me to know.
The things that thought does to my cock.
Shoving my hand in my pocket, I grab my dick, adjusting myself until I’m fairly certain no one will notice the raging hard-on Jordan has caused without being within touching distance. Fucking mind blowing.
My phone vibrates with another message. This time it’s a text.
Jordan: See? Easy access.
Looking up from my phone, I zero in on where she’s stillstanding with her aunts. Her attention isn’t on them though. She’s staring straight at me, a knowing smile lighting her up. When she gives me a little wave and then turns to her aunt, I nearly lose it.
She’s going to get it tonight.
Part of me is impressed that she’s being this playful. When she originally came back into the restaurant after talking to Brody, she was rattled. I know he said something to her, not that she’d tell me what. It took some coaxing throughout dinner to get her to shake it off and come out of her shell. Luckily we were seated in a corner—thanks Savanna—facing everyone, which made the persuasion a lot easier.
It's also probably one reason she’s being such a brat now.
“Gotta go, Pookie,” I slap Luke on the back. Not with the hand that was just adjusting my dick. “But this was fun. We should do it again soon. Real soon.”
With my beer in hand, I start heading in Jordan’s direction, tossing a grin over my shoulder when Luke calls out to me.
“Don’t forget your loser trophy, asshole! My bar tab will be pretty tonight.”
I won’t forget about it. But I will win my rightful title before the end of the night. First I need to discipline the reason I lost it in the first place.
Stepping up to the group of women that includes Jordan, Elizabeth, Savanna, Aunt Laura, and Aunt Shirley, I give them all an enchanting smile, ensuring I make eye contact with each one, saving Jordan for last. I purposely chose the spot between the two aunts, which just so happens to be across from Jordan.
“Ladies,” I greet, setting my beer down on the table in the center of them. “Are we enjoying ourselves?”
“You haven’t been to a family event in ages, child,” Aunt Laura scolds.
Aunt Shirley wraps an arm around my bicep. “She’s right, Liam. We haven’t seen this handsome face in too long.”
I pat Aunt Shirley’s hand. “You’ll need to discuss that with your nephew. He’s the one that offers the invites.”
“I think that responsibility will fall on my daughter now,” Elizabeth smiles at me from beside Jordan.
There’s no way I’m committing either of us to that, so I just smile back and nod at Jordan. “Speaking of, do you ladies mind if I steal this beauty for a moment? We won’t be long, I promise. Just need to whisper sweet nothings into her ear to reach my daily quota.”
That gets a giggle or chuckle from each one of them, including Savanna who practically snorts. My eyes aren’t on them, though. I’m staring straight at Jordan who suddenly looks a tad apprehensive if the swallow of her throat is any indication.
“On one condition,” Aunt Laura stipulates as I start around the table in Jordan’s direction.
Savanna takes a small step to the side to offer me some room, but I stand behind Jordan, pressing against her as an arm snakes around her waist. There’s no way she can’t feel the hard length pressing against the curve of her ass.
“Anything for you, Aunt Laura.”
“When you’re done with your moment, you come back and the two of you play a game with the two of us,” she says, pointing at Aunt Shirley.
