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“What?” I say when she looks up at me through her thick lashes.
She shrugs, giggling to herself as she accepts the helmet from my hands. Watching her put my helmet on her head without question and straddle my bike behind me has a certain intoxication holding my heart in a vice grip.
If you were to tell younger me that the Lilah I once saw as my little buddy was going to be the only woman I wanted beneath me after eight years of abstinence, I’d say you’re fucking crazy.
“Will you drive fast?” Lilah’s sweet voice tickles the shell of my ear from behind me. She wraps her arms tightly around my middle and wiggles her hips in her seat.
My laugh vibrates my chest. “You think you can hang on?”
She scoffs against my shoulder. “Who do you think I am?”
“Hold tight then, Princess.”
I take off out of the parking lot and gun it down the street. The only noise surrounding us is the wind whipping past and the rumble of the bikes pipes.
Lilah leans her head back and laughs loudly, not loosening her death grip on my cut in the slightest.
I pull into her dad’s driveway and hold the bike steady as she gracelessly hops off. I’m certain she would have toppled over if I didn’t have such a tight grip on her arm.
“I love riding behind you,” she stammers.
Her hazy gaze catches my smirk and she rolls her eyes. “Thanks for bringing me home, Ring. Goodnight.”
“Not so fast, Princess.” I drop the kickstand and push off the seat. “Let’s go.”
“What do you mean? Where are we going?”
Pushing her towards her stairway, I follow behind. “Your dad and Sasha were nice enough to tell me how drinking with you goes. So up you get.”
She huffs, grabbing the handrail and pulling herself up the stairs. Once we get to her door, she drops her keys to the ground three different times. She eventually breaks into a fit of giggles, tears streaming down her cheeks as she laughs her ass off. I can’t say that I’m not enjoying the view of her round ass every time she bends over, but I’m only so strong, and seeing her bent over right in front of me is not helping my situation whatsoever.
I take the keys out of her hand, grab the one she points to and shove the metal in the lock.
Drunk Lilah is entertaining. Sure, she’s entertaining sober, but I have to admit that I’m enjoying the fuck out of drunk Lilah as she tries to navigate her small kitchen.
I follow her into her large bedroom and plop down on her bed. I lay back, turning on my side as she fiddles with a package on her dresser. She turns back towards me, using some sort of wipe on her face.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Getting this shit off my lips,” she mumbles as she scrubs the now reddish wipe against her plush lips.
I don’t take my eyes away from her as she kicks her shoes off and undoes her belt. My dick has been hard since the second I laid eyes on her across the club tonight. If she loses any more clothing, I can’t trust myself not to fucking attack her.
“Lilah,” I interrupt her undressing.
She turns her eyes on me. “What?”
“Take these.” Per Sasha’s instructions, I hold out the white pills I remembered to grab from the medicine cabinet in the kitchen.
She takes them and pops them in her mouth, swallowing immediately. Her knees knock against the side of the bed as she studies me.
“Have you had sex with anyone yet?” she asks, surprising the fuck out of me.
I sit up in her bed. “Why are you asking?”
She shrugs her shoulder and bites her lip.
“Why are you asking, Princess?”
