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Leaning in, I whisper against her ear, “I warned you.” I use my free hand and undo my constellation patterned navy bow tie. Pulling it free, I tuck it into a ball and shove it into Parisa’s willing mouth. The silky fabric drapes out, one end touching her chin. “Now keep your eyes on me.” I hike her skirt up from the hem and rest it on her lower back, giving me a full view of her perfectly round ass. Pumping my hips, I look down and watch as my cock slides in and out of her heat. My fingers grip her hips, leaving small indents in her soft flesh as my thrusts become harder. Faster. Her moans are now muffled by my bow tie, but if anyone is carefully listening, they can hear her screaming my name. Reaching around, I rub circles around her clit, adding pressure that matches my thrusts. Suddenly, her pussy contracts around my cock. I bite back a groan to keep my own release from spilling inside her. But when I look up into the mirror, my gaze meets hers, and that’s my undoing. After one last thrust, I pull out, shooting my seed all over her creamy flesh. I continue to pump my fist until every last spurt is covering her skin. I stare down at where I’ve marked her, my cum dripping from her ass and running down her thigh. Lifting my head, I meet her eyes in the mirror again. I’m falling for this girl. And falling hard.
I reach up and tug my bow tie from her mouth. She takes a moment to stretch her jaw before a smile graces her lips. I lean forward and press my lips to hers. “Let me get you cleaned up.” I tuck myself back into my pants and pull them up, forgoing the button for now. Reaching for the paper towels, I pull off a few sheets, wetting one, and clean up my mess. Once I’m done, I pull her skirt back down. I turn her around so she’s facing me, my chest pressing up against hers and I cup her cheeks. My lips brush against hers. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I like it.”
“Good, because I like it, too.” She beams up at me. My hands drop to the counter, caging her in. She looks down at my chest and then at my still unbuttoned pants. With deft fingers she does up the button and zips up the zipper. “We better get back out there before anyone notices.”
She whirls around and uses the mirror to adjust her outfit and straighten the silver clip in her hair. In the meantime, I tug up the collar of my shirt and tie my bow tie.
Once we’re situated, Parisa exits the bathroom first. She tugs her sign off the door and shoves it into her oversized purse. I wait a few minutes then leave after her. When I peer around the open bar, I notice the crowd has become larger. Instantly, like a beacon, I spot Parisa at the bar talking to another girl. I notice our table is empty, so I assume Trey is out trying to convince a girl to go home with him. As soon as I pull out a chair and sit, Trey comes ambling up to the table.
“This place is a bust.”
“What? Couldn’t find some girl to take pity on you?”
“Everyone has a boyfriend or some shit. Is something in the water where everyone suddenly starts settling down?” Trey peers down at his whisky sour, then fishes out the ice cubes and places them into an empty glass.
I watch him for a moment, trying to understand how his brain works, until I finally ask, “What are you doing?”
“They aren’t getting me with the love tainted water.”
Parisa strolls up to our table, looks at Trey, then at me. “What’s he doing?”
“Don’t ask.” And without even thinking, I pull out the chair next to me.
Parisa takes a drink of her vodka limeade when Trey looks up at her, then at her drink. “I wouldn’t drink that if I were you. The ice is tainted.”
Parisa spits her drink back into the glass. “What are you talking about?”
“Shut up, Trey.” I turn to Parisa. “Don’t listen to him. Nothing’s tainted. His ego can’t take being turned down by every girl here.”
“There has to be a reasonable explanation, and this is it.” Trey finishes scooping out the last ice cube. “And to make matters worse, I went to use the bathroom and there was an out of order sign stuck to the men’s room. I had to sneak into the women’s bathroom and pray I didn’t get shanked.”
Parisa turns toward me at the same exact time I turn toward her, both of us trying to bite back our laughter.
“And if you’re not careful—” Trey’s eyes go wide as they flit between me and Parisa. “What’s so funny?” When neither of us respond, Trey tips back the last of his iceless drink and sets it on the table. Olivia walks up to the table and throws herself in the empty chair next to Trey.
“I need a drink,” Olivia huffs out.
“Me too. Let’s get a round at the bar.” Trey narrows his eyes at me and then his gaze drifts to Parisa, who’s still trying to control her laughter. It’s like a light bulb goes off behind his eyes as they widen, then his gaze shifts back to me. Trey studies me as he talks to Olivia.
Trey rises to his feet and sluggishly, Olivia follows him. “Fine, but you’re buying.”
“I hope you don’t like ice.” Trey’s voice waning as they disappear into the crowd.
Fuck. Trey knows.
Thirteen
Organized chaos
Parisa
“So, this is where you live?” Seth’s gaze wanders around the three-story brick building as he shifts his SUV into park alongside the curb. My apartment isn’t in the fanciest part of town, but it’s on a quiet street and the rent is cheaper than most one-bedroom apartments in the area. This morning Seth sent me a message saying he wanted to take me out for breakfast, promising me they have the best french toast in town. Let me say, they did not disappoint with the cranberry and wild rice french toast with warm oatmeal stout beer syrup. That might be my new favorite breakfast place.
I open the car door and step out, the brown grass and fallen leaves crunching under my shoes. Seth rounds the hood and meets me with an outstretched hand. I gaze down at his open palm before meeting his eyes.
“You do know it’s only a few steps up to the door, right?”
“I know, but I’ll take every opportunity I can to touch you.”
