Page 26 of Happy Hour

His head skewed to the side slightly as though he was waiting for me to do something, anything.

Nervously, I was stood in the doorway hovering over him. He bent at the waist to sit up wrapping his hands around my legs and leaned in to my right leg.

“Stay,” he whispered against my calf.

His lips brushed against the skin in a tender way but the predatory gaze unleashed told otherwise.

Kneeling down beside him, I dropped my shoes and bag to the ground, providing quite the sight with my illegal skirt. “You’re drunk.”

“So are you.” He pointed out. His hand reached up to touch the side of my face. “I don’t care that we’re drunk.”

I intended on helping him up but it didn’t end up that way when I leaned forward. Arms crossed, legs gave way, bodies tangled together and hands went wild. Before I knew what happened, I was lying on top of Jameson with my legs on either side of his hips.

Propped up by one arm, I looked down thinking he was going to tell me to get up but nope, he just stared at me. With chariness, his right hand moved from my leg and touched my cheek again.

What did I do next?

I did what any aptly minded pit lizard would do. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his once. I planned on one kiss—just to remember the feeling. But he surprised me when his mouth opened and his tongue swept over my lower lip.

So while I intended on this one kiss, my crankcase had other plans, as did Jameson.

His mouth pressed to mine urgently, rough with a hard desperate edge. When his tongue entered my mouth, I gasped forgetting how nice that felt. Over the years we had kissed often, to which Ialwaysenjoyed, but I failed to remember the giddy high it gave me.

I moved my hips, shifting my weight when my hands found his hair. It didn’t feel strange; it felt right—natural and familiar.

He groaned into my mouth, the want emanating in his voice. “Sway,”

His hands flew to my hips and guided me down on top of him—flush against his pelvis andoh...oh....hold up...caution flags out ladies and gentlemen. We not only had an oil slick down on the track but we had a camshaft searching for a crankcase.

I froze, wondering if he was going to push me away at any moment but he didn’t. We had been here before, but he always stopped quickly before anything escalated, collecting himself. Only now he wasn’t stopping.

Instead, he pushed his hips up to meet mine. “Jesus Christ Sway,”

Still kissing me desperately, his inpatient hands began working my shirt over my head. The pit lizard in me shined and just ripped the motherfucker away letting it fall beside Jameson’s face.

He grinned, a lopsided grin, against my lips, chuckling at my sudden onset of rage against the poor fabric that used to be a shirt. Like an engine exceeding its maximum rev limiter, was my willpower and need for him, damage couldn’t be prevented.

I realized right about then that the door was still wide open so I tried to maneuver my legs to kick the door shut but didn’t succeed.

“Just a second,” I whispered and with one last kiss—I got off Jameson and pushed the door closed.

Once I was away from his warm embrace, I began to comprehend what was really happening.

Did I want this? Did he? Would we regret it in the morning?

Before I had time to regret anything we’d already done, I felt him approach me from behind. A strange electric pulse sang between us causing my breathing to become ragged.

Placing both hands against the door to stabilize myself—my body anticipated the contact. I could smell him—feel him getting closer.

The nervous energy pulsing throughout my body, the nerves felt primed for it, waiting. The silence between us was heavy and tense. My body felt like it was being pulled towards him just by the energy between us.

Jameson leaned in—his chest pressed against my back and covered my hands against the door with his own, his fingers interlocked with mine.

I could feel the rise and fall of each strained breath in his body. His lips pressed to my bare shoulder once and then he made slow and wet kisses over until his lips pressed against my neck, the fire in me burning. He stopped there and then grazed his tongue back down the path he’d just made sending a shudder through me.

“Iwantyou so bad, honey.” He whispered, echoing my exact thoughts, his voice and body trembling.

I couldn’t respond, I wasn’t aware a voice could sound so pleading and with so much urgency. Over the course of our friendship, I’d never seen him likethisbefore.

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