Leaning down so my chin is near her ear, I say to Jordan, “What do you say, Jor? You up for games?”
She sucks in a deep breath before she nods. “Yep! Definitely.”
The smile I imagine is plastered on her face makes me smile. “Pick your poison, Aunt Laura.”
The older woman doesn’t miss a beat as she points to one ofthe beer pong tables. “That one will do.”
“You want to play beer pong?” I ask with an incredulous chuckle.
“Boy, don’t act like your generation came up with drinking games.”
I hold my free hand up. “You’re right. I concede.”
The smile that Aunt Laura shoots both of us has me questioning whether agreeing to this was a good idea. “Perfect. We’ll talk terms when you two are back.”
“Great!” I fake my enthusiasm with a face splitting grin. “We’ll go order the drinks for the game.”
“Good luck,” Savanna mutters as I pull Jordan away from the table.
She comes along easily enough, moving to my side as I guide us to the end of the bar that’s the quietest. The moment we’re mostly out of sight, I spin her towards me, one hand at her hip, the other sliding beneath her hair to the back of her head. Tilting my head down so my lips are next to her ear, I growl low into it.
“I haven’t decided if you’re a really, really good girl or a very, very naughty one.” As I pause, I hear a tiny giggle stuck in her throat as my fingertips curl into her hair. “What I do know is that I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight you’re going to feel it tomorrow when you’re walking down the aisle. And then you’re going to look at me, and all you’re going to think about is what I did to you tonight.”
Now she gasps. I can imagine her eyes widening and her mouth popping open in surprise. I can’t see it, but the vision spurs me on.
“It’s going to make you so fucking wet that you’re going to be scared to sit down for fear that the evidence will show through your dress,” I whisper in a low rumble.
“Liam!” she exclaims, the sound somewhere between a pant and a sharp breath.
It only drives me further into torturing her. “And I know you’ll turn that pretty shade of pink because you’ll be thinking of me fucking you while you’re in front of all those people. And when I see you blush? That’s going to make me so fucking hard for you.”
Her chest is rising and falling in quick succession. Dragging my fingertips from her hair to the side of her neck, I can feel the heat radiating off her. I don’t even need to look at her to know that she’s the shade of pink I’m referring to.
“We’re in public,” she breathes. It’s intended to try and stop me, but it does nothing to convince me. She’s as turned on as I am.
“We were in public when you sent me those naughty pictures.”
“I was just trying to show you that you didn’t need to worry later.”
It’s an excuse. I complained at dinner that her outfit left me without easy access—one thing I used to get her to loosen up again—and now she’s making it seem like she was doing me a favor. We both know damn well she knew what she was doing.
“How wet are you for me right now?”
“Liam…”
“You’re fucking soaked, aren’t you?”
“Liam—”
“Tell me.”
Her body presses against me and I hear a small whimper that I’m sure would turn into a moan if I gave her any sort of friction.
“If I took you to the bathroom right now and dipped my fingers into your pussy how wet would it be?”
Her fingers curl into my shirt while she pulls her head back, her eyes finding mine. The heat in them is enough to burn me onthe spot. “Wet enough that if I rubbed my legs together in the right way I’d probably come right here.”
“Fuck.” It’s both music to my ears and agony. I have half the mind to do what I just told her and find out myself how wet she is, but I already know. If I dragged her to a bathroom right now it wouldn’t be to find out anything—it would strictly be to relieve some pressure for both of us.
