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Gemma sheepishly waved at me from the entrance, and my smile instantly grew bigger at the sight of her bundled up in a plush cardigan and scarf, her cheeks flushed red from the cold air. I motioned her over, introducing her to the guys at the table. “Gem, this is Kevin and Luke.” I kissed her temple and ushered her down to a chair next to me. “How was your day?”
“Good.” She arched her eyebrow, a mischievous smile on her lips. “How was yours?”
Her hair was knotted on top of her head, but I wound a loose strand of it around my index finger. “Picked up this afternoon.”
“Oh yeah? Why?” she asked all innocent-like, and I tugged on her hair before pulling her chair closer to mine.
“Gem,” Kevin began, swallowing a bite of his chicken wing, red sauce on his fingers, “you hungry?” She cringed at the sight of the bone in his hand, and he furrowed his bushy eyebrows in return. “What?”
“She’s a vegan,” I explained.
Luke, a veritable garbage can, shook his head. “That sucks, man. I couldn’t live without cheeseburgers.”
She shrugged. “You get used to it. Jason’s tried some of my food.”
I nodded in agreement, glad my friends didn’t feel the need to point out how a girl—my girl—had invaded our guy night. “Yeah, it’s not bad.”
“Are you totally disgusted being here?” Kevin asked after polishing off another chicken wing.
Gemma smiled indulgently with a laugh. “No, it’s fine.”
“Out!” Luke banged his fist on the table at a play on screen. “I gotta piss.”
Kevin also stood up, wiping his hands. “Another pitcher?” he asked no one in particular, before heading to the bar.
“They seem sweet,” she quipped, and I gripped her thighs, urging her to face me.
“I like them,” I said, leaning in close.
“Then I do too. Besides, this is a much easier test than you’ll get from my friends.”
“Oh yeah? Should I be scared?”
“Scared, no, but prepared, yes. It’s a lot of different…energy when we’re together.”
“I can’t wait to meet them,” I said sincerely and wrapped her thick sweater around her tighter. “You look cute all bundled up.”
Under the table, she snaked her hand up between my legs, cupping my dick like she owned me—but who the fuck was I kidding? I’d been hers since that hot August day—and she whispered, “I thought you wanted my naked ass in bed.”
I bent to kiss her, but she crooked her neck, and my lips landed on her cheekbone. She gave me a little squeeze over my pants and stood up. “Can you order me a garden salad with vinaigrette? I’m going to freshen up.”
I muttered a sulky agreement as she patted my head and sashayed off. I watched her go, like a dog with its owner.
But it wasn’t until a few minutes after Luke and Kevin returned, and her salad was ordered, that I noticed Gemma still hadn’t returned. I stalked to the bathroom to find her, although the door opened before I got to it.
She hopped back in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Looking for you. Thought maybe you fell in.”
“Not quite.”
The bathrooms were set back in a little hallway, and with no one around, I hauled her to me. My brain had been working in overdrive ever since I opened that attachment, and I had to have her. Immediately.
My lips devoured hers, my tongue licking into her mouth in a way that mirrored what I would much rather be doing. She whimpered, and I backed her up against the wall, the cotton of her cardigan soft against my chest, but I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and I yanked it off.
She curled her tongue around mine, digging her fingers into my hair as I urged her legs apart with my thigh. When I teased the juncture of her hip with my fingertips, a soft curse escaped her lips, her shoulders sinking down.
“What?” I backed away, searching her eyes.
