RHYS
Having Lo’s taste on mytongue improved my mood, but it did jack-shit for making the night go faster.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever watched the damn clock so much, counting down till close.
I had plans.
And I couldn’t wait.
Rye was decently busy for a Wednesday. People were still coming in. Still ordering drinks. Nothing about it said I could get away with closing up early.
I was tempted anyway.
Lo seemed to know it, too.
I might’ve had her—and she sure as fuck had me—but nothing else changed. She remained just as much of a cock tease. More of one actually. ’Cause now I knew how she felt. How she sounded. How she smiled and moaned my name when she came. How insanely sexy she looked—her pretty face flushed with pleasurethat she welcomed as confidently as she seemed to do everything else in her life.
That meant that every time she rolled her eyes, gave me a hard time, or just grinned up at me, I wasn’t fighting against that pull. Didn’t have to.
She was mine.
A fact I wanted to enjoy.
I finished assembling the tray of cocktails—with extra paper umbrellas ’cause Lo wasn’t the only one who loved that shit, apparently—and set them in the server area before hightailing my pathetic ass across the bar.
Lo was leaning forward on her arms. Not far enough to give a view down her top, but I clocked three bastards who were waiting for it.
Four, if I included myself.
I wrapped a possessive arm around her chest and dropped my head to whisper in her ear. “Think we need to institute a dress code.”
“Agreed.”
I lifted my head just as she tilted hers back. “That so?”
“Yeah. You wear too many of these slutty flannels, and you can’t keep getting away with it.”
I chuckled. “Thought you didn’t like my wardrobe.”
“I prefer what’s under it.” She shrugged like she wasn’t driving me outta my mind. “What’s your problem with my outfit?”
“Showing too much skin.”
She gave me awhat the fucklook. “My shoulder?”
“It’s a sexy shoulder.”
“It would send a Puritan to an early grave.”
“It would send me to an early grave if I didn’t have plans later.”
Lo licked her bottom lip, just to torture me. “What plans are those, barman?”
Before I could answer—not that I was telling her anything—my phone started ringing in my pocket. I grudgingly released her to check who it was.
What the hell?
“Be back in a second,” I told Lo before connecting the call. “Hey.”
