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Other parts of me too.
Sophia’s eyes lit up. ‘You made me a Sex on the Beach?’
He laughed. ‘Well, technically it’s called aCuddles on the Beach.’
‘Cute!’
‘Yeah, but maybe not quite as fun.’ He’d said it without thinking. Their eyes met, locked onto each other. He could almost feel the tension in the room as a physical thing.
‘I think it could be quite fun.’ Sophia’s words were like a spark near a powder keg.
‘With the right person,’ Wolf said, his voice low and growly.
For a moment, it almost seemed as though they were breathing in unison. The air was hot and thick, and it felt as though they might just fall into each other and never part.
For the past two weeks, Wolf had felt as though he’d been walking around with a damn-near perpetual erection. Any time he saw Sophia, his cock grew so fucking hard he’d gotten into the habit of leaning over almost all day long.
It wasn’t a problem when it was just the two of them — he could excuse himself and find somewhere discreet to rearrange himself. Obviously, it wasn’t ideal when other members of the MC were around. Thank god for the table which blocked Sophia’s view of his crotch right now.
There had been so many times when he’d thought about throwing caution to the wind and kissing Sophia again — pushing himself up against her and showing her just how into her he was. And it was hard to ignore that feeling, because she was always around, — like a part of the furniture. A part of the furniture that he would love to split open with that hungry, hungry cock of his.
‘So, um, what’s in the Cuddles on the Beach?’
‘Oh yeah, mocktails,’ Wolf said. ‘Let’s whip one up and see.’
*
Why was everything he did sexy? She watched as Wolf prepared the ingredients for the cocktail. He was so self-confident, so assured in the way he chopped and squirted, shook and poured.
Watching him slice and crush a grapefruit in the palm of his hand made her think of his big hands squeezing her breast.
Watching him pour the juice into a pitcher made her imagine the concentration on his face as he might lick her pussy.
Seeing him shake the mixture with ice and peach nectar made her imagine him picking her up with those strong arms and flinging her down onto his bed, before making her shake and tremble like the drink he so expertly made.
The drink that he finally presented to her was beautiful — a frosted glass full of a two-tone summer haze of pink and orange. Shaved ice clinked next to glacé cherries and a segment of fresh, juicy orange.
‘What do you think?’ Wolf asked. ‘Too dramatic?’
‘No, I love the drama!’ Sophia replied. ‘Looks amazing.’
‘Doesn’t matter what it looks like. Gottatryit.’
Sophia raised the glass to her mouth and — before trying it — she breathed in deep. She got a layered fruity aroma that made her mouth water. She sipped. The mocktail was cool and refreshing, and the first thing that hit her tongue was a lick of honey-sweet intensity. She could taste the peach, the grapefruit, the splash of pineapple. But it was more than the sum of its parts — sour and cool and transformational. As she drank more, it was as though she was being transported somewhere far away, somewhere where she didn’t have to worry, and didn’t have to think about anything other than sensation. Her happy place.
‘That’s got to be better than the alcohol one,’ she said, before taking another big gulp.
‘You like it?’
‘It’s incredible! It’s like a peach just came up to me and kissed me on the lips!’
‘So you think the other guys in the MC might want to try stuff like this?’
Sophia paused a moment and imagined Crank or Baron with a dainty pink-orange drink in their big, tattooed hands. ‘I mean… I bet they’d like it. But they might not ever order it. Something about the presentation, maybe?’
‘What about if it was served in one of these?’ Wolf pulled out a small skull glass.
Sophia giggled. ‘Could work.’
