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“Fuck the bottle. This is some of the best whiskey you’ll ever taste.”
She watched me approach with the glass. Everest looked to be considering something as if she’s trying to decide to drink or not.
“Is whiskey too harsh for your young pallet?” I teased her.
Her face took on a determined glow as she took the glass. “I’ll drink. No ice?”
“Neat is best.” We locked eyes again as we clink our glasses. I don’t drop the contact while drinking.
She scrunched her eyes like burned and coughed a little. “Smooth,” she lied.
“Aww. Do you want ice for training wheels until your taste buds grow up?”
Everest silently mocked me, then chugged the rest of her drink. Her eyes were a little watery, but she pretended like the whiskey did not affect her and thrusted the cup in my direction.
“Hit me,” she whispered.
Laughing, I shook my head. “No. You will not blame me for getting you drunk. Besides, a good whiskey is like anticipation.” I paused and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as I gave her a seductive look that made her shudder. “It should be savored.”
She got into my space again, taking the bottle and pouring her own drink. “Now, I can’t blame you.”
Everest leaned in, resting her chin on my chest as she looked up at me. I grunted before taking a sip of my drink.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing. It’s just your behavior suggests you're trying to get fucked.”
Her delicate fingers toy with one of the buttons on my shirt. “I hinted at that on the dock, didn’t I?”
I licked my lips with a slight moan. I liked how the taste of her melded with the flavor of my whiskey.
“Oh, baby. I don’t like hints. I want explicit details.”
Everest ran her finger over the lobe of the ear of my hair that wasn’t covering. “The wind is making your ears cold. My thighs are excellent earmuffs.”
I chuckled because it was cute. “You can do better than that.
She took another sip of whiskey. “You mean I should say your tongue looks like it’ll fit perfectly in my pussy?”
Her eyes were full of challenge as her fingers unbuttoned my shirt. “Better,” I admit.
I held in a groan when she splayed her hand on my bare chest. I never felt so much from one touch.
“I’ll show you better than I can tell you,” She teased, but her eyes are on the part of me she just uncovered. “Mmm. I knew you’d have tattoos.”
“Which is your favorite?”
Her fingers trailed down my belly until they stopped at the waist of my shorts. “Depends. Have I seen them all?”
“No, I have one on the crease of my thigh and groin.” It was the truth, not a leading statement.
Her lips curled up in a flirty smile. “That one might be my favorite.”
I didn’t try to lead the interaction; her approach was fascinating. I wanted to see where she’d go with it. She dropped her face near my chest like she was inhaling me. The desire she showed me made me want her more.
“If this was open water, I’d say let’s run away; go somewhere fun.” There was a sadness in her voice that I would have explored on another night, but my problems were too great to ask about someone else’s. She fell back into seduction mode when our eyes met again. “I guess I’ll settle for fucking in open water. That is, if you actually know how to use a yacht.”
I chuckled again, surprised that she made me laugh so much in such a short time. She had the potential to be a wonderful distraction.
