Page 30 of Love's Free Will

“And you got a mouth made for trouble,” I countered.

Her lips curled slightly, like she liked the way that sounded.

“Maybe.” Her voice was low, teasing—and fuck if that didn’t go straight to my head. I watched her pull from the blunt, herlips wrapping around it slow, her eyes holding mine the whole time. When she exhaled, she leaned in closer, her breath warm, laced with tequila and smoke. “If there was something between us,” she murmured, tilting her head, “what would you even do about it?”

My entire body reacted to that. That tone, that blatant challenge, that look in her eyes. I licked my lips, chest rising and falling a little harder than before.

“I’d tell you to come here,” I said, voice gravelly, weighted.

She stared at me. Paused. Then, her lips curved into a smirk as she rolled her eyes. “Nah,” she whispered.

I grinned, shaking my head. “Scared, Ave?”

Her brows lifted. “Scared of what? Of you?”

I shrugged. “I make girls like you nervous.”

She laughed, tossing her head back. “Please. You think you got it like that?”

I leaned in a little more, my hand resting on my thigh, my gaze locked on hers. “I know I do.”

She sucked her teeth, shaking her head, but I saw the way her throat worked when she swallowed. She was trying too hard to act unfazed.

I smirked.

She was so damn cute when she was pretending, I didn’t have her right where I wanted her. She took another pull from the blunt before handing it to me, exhaling slowly, her eyes burning into mine.

I watched her, let her feel me watching her. Then, I murmured, “Come here.”

She hesitated this time; which meant she thought about it, meant I had already won. I held up the blunt between my fingers, motioning for her to lean in. She bit her lip, then slowly moved closer. I grabbed her chin gently, bringing her face justinches from mine. Then, I took a deep pull from the blunt, letting the smoke roll in my mouth, thick and slow.

And then, I leaned forward and gave her a shotgun.

Our lips were so close that if either of us moved even a fraction, we’d be kissing. Her breathing hitched, her lashes fluttering, her lips parting just enough for me to see her tongue press against her teeth. Her brown eyes flickered to mine, low and glossy—and I knew. I knew she felt that shit too. So before she could think too hard, I kissed her.

She inhaled sharply, her hands fisting my shirt, but she didn’t push me away. Instead, she melted into it, her lips soft, warm, tasting like tequila, weed, and trouble.

I groaned, my hand gripping her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

Fuck.

She felt good as hell. Better than I thought. Better than I should be letting myself know. I pulled back slightly, my breathing heavy, my forehead resting against hers. Her lips were swollen, her eyes hazy, her chest rising and falling like she was trying to catch her breath.

I stared at her and she stared at me. The air was thick, suffocating, so charged it was dangerous. I knew I should’ve let her go. But I didn’t, I couldn’t. So, instead, I pulled her into my lap.

She gasped, her fingers gripping my shoulders, and before she could second guess anything, I kissed her again. This time I kissed her slower, deeper, hungrier. She let out a soft little sound, something between a sigh and a moan, and I damn near lost my mind.

My hands traveled down, gripping the curve of her waist, the dip of her hips, the heat of her body pressed against mine making me forget every reason this was a bad idea. She wasbreathless, her fingers in my hair, her lips just as desperate as mine—And just like that, the line we’d been toeing was gone.

But I could give two fucks. All that matter to me, all that I cared about right here and right now was her grinding on me, bricking my dick. Her tongue swiped against mine just as hungrily as mine swiped against hers.

Without question, I lifted the tank top from her body immediately taking her gumdrop nipple into my mouth. I wrapped my hand around her breast, licking and sucking, eliciting soft moans.

Her need for me was evident in the way she continued to grind against me. My hand traveled down her body, grazing her stomach then slightly sweeping across the lining of her shorts before dipping inside. Her panties were wet, soaked. I rubbed her slick essence massaging her clit before running my fingers between her folds.

“Royal, please…” she begged as I continued rubbing my fingers along her slick walls, a little faster summing her orgasm until she climaxed on my fingers. I pulled my fingers out of her shorts, slick and dripping with her essence before licking them clean.

Averi attacked my lips again as I lifted us from the couch, her legs wrapped around me, and I carried her towards the back where the master bedroom was. I threw her on the bed, and she yelped in surprise before a low giggle escaped her lips. With my hands on either side of her shorts, I slowly pulled them down along with her wet panties discarding them somewhere on the floor.

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