Page 31 of Crave

“You made this, Dee?” I hear JD ask as he takes the last bite of his cake.

“She did. She made the chocolate covered strawberries too.” After hearing Tash make that statement, I grab another strawberry and shove the entire thing in my mouth. “She bakes for us if our mom’s too busy. She’s our substitute baker.”

“You’ve got skills, Dee. I’m putting in an order for strawberry shortcake for my birthday in a few months.” JD walks over and cuts himself another piece of cake.

“She’s not your personal baker, asshole,” I say. JD doesn’t even look my way, but he sticks his middle finger in my direction, and everyone erupts in laughter.

Throughout the evening, I find myself watching Sandy. She’s made it a point to keep away from me most of the evening as she’s been in hostess mode, but I’ve had enough of that.

When Shape of You starts to play, I grab her hand and pull her to me.

“Dance with me,” I say against her ear. I feel her shiver in my arms as my breath warms her skin. She tries to pull away, but I don’t let her. I tighten my arms around her, holding her body as close to mine as possible. When I start to slow dance, she follows my lead.

I look down at her and hold her gaze as I grind into her. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, followed by a soft whimper. She puts both hands around my neck and gently strokes the nape of my neck. I was semi hard before, but now my dick is at full mast.

I know the instant she feels it. Her eyes widen. I expect her to move away, but she surprises me by moving closer to me and grinding on my dick as discreetly as possible as she continues to stroke my nape.

Neither one of us realizes that the song ends, and the entire room is quiet as they watch us continue our dance. It was only when we hear someone laugh that we realize we’re the center of attention.

“Uh, let’s go next door and get some more drinks.” Chris grabs Tash’s hand and the rest of the group follows them out, leaving me alone with Sandy, who pulls away and does her best to ignore me as she flits around the room, picking up empty beer bottles and dirty plates. I walk to her and remove the items from her hand.

“Why do you keep ignoring what’s happening between us?”

“What’s happening?” She grabs two more plates and walks into the kitchen, where I follow.

“Us. Our connection.” When she turns to leave the kitchen, I step in her way and pin her to the island. “I know you feel it.”

“If we had such a connection, you wouldn’t have abandoned me in the middle of a dance to fight with your brother and his wife. Connection is the wrong word. It was more of a diversion or a deviation. Maybe even redirection, but definitely not a connection.”

“Who abandoned whom? You’re the one who left. I looked for you everywhere. And yes, the correct word is connection. We can’t stay away from each other.” She looks away, but I grab her chin and make her look at me. “Whether or not you want to accept it, we’re connected. Denying it won’t make it go away.”

She snorts as she tries to push me away, but I don’t budge.

“Are you going to invade my personal space all night? First, you crash our girl’s night, and now this.”

“I’m not sorry about that at all.” I stroke her hair while I gaze into her eyes. “This is the best night I’ve had since the night we met.”

“The night we met was anything but fun.”

“It was for me, excluding the incident, which I can explain.”

“Explain.”

“Not here and not now. I’ll pick you up tomorrow, and I’ll explain everything. I’ll even apologize for my bad behavior. Okay?”

I see her thinking about her options, but before she can turn me down, I attack. I lean down and suck on the side of her neck. She pulls back, alarmed at my audacity, but I seize the opportunity she just gave me. I cover her mouth with mine.

She doesn’t resist. She kisses me back, opening her mouth to welcome my tongue. I taste all of her, the faint taste of lemon from the cake and the tartness of the wine. I feel her hands on my body as they roam across my torso and move up to my chest. I hear her moan her appreciation as she explores my chest over my shirt.

I touch her hips and rest both hands on her round ass, eliciting a surprised gasp. To my delight, she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she cups my own ass and brings me closer to her. I lift her and sit her on the island. Without so much as breaking the kiss, she wraps both legs around my hips as she scoots to the edge of the island, bringing my hard as granite cock to what I know is her soaking wet pussy.

This time, when she goes for my ass again, she sticks both hands inside my pants and boxers and grabs both cheeks in her hands, squeezing tight.

“Nice,” she whispers against my mouth, “very nice.” I leave her mouth and plant wet, open mouthed kisses on her ears and neck before recapturing her lips.

Feeling emboldened by the feel of her hands on my ass, I grind my erection into her before I slip a hand up her shirt, cupping one of her breasts underneath her bra. I’d bet my last dollar it’s a pink bra.

Her nipple is like a little pebble in my hand as I squeeze it between my fingers.

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