Page 10 of Until Presley

“Okay. Call me tomorrow.”

“I will.” I turn back to Ham. “Are you ready to go?”

He looks me up and down before glancing over my head to where Margo and Otto are dancing. “Just a moment.”

This time, he leads the way, not letting go of my hand. When we reach them, Margo gives me a once-over and scoffs before turning to walk over to her friend. Ham doesn’t release my hand.

“I’ll arrange a car to pick you up. I’m going with Presley.”

“You don’t need to babysit me. I got this. Have a good night.” Otto chuckles then turns to look at me.

“Car service, Otto,” Ham says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Okay, Dad.” He gripes but nods in agreement before Ham leads us out of the bar.

Ham walks up to the valet and hands over his ticket. I turn into his arms and press against his chest.

Ham

Icouldn’t believe my luck when Otto told me he and Margo were going out this weekend. He casually mentioned that Margo had jokingly said Presley was going out to get over some guy. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I knew I had to be there. If she’s trying to get over an ex, I’m going to be the man she does it with. But when I saw her walk into the bar, I was instantly pissed. She looked sexy as fuck, and when she told me I had a girlfriend, the thought that she might be trying to get over me filled my head. That’s never happening. I’m not letting her get away again.

I don’t know when I decided that she was going to be mine completely, but there is no going back now. She presses into my chest and shivers as the ocean breeze blows through the streets. I pull her in tight while we wait for my Jeep.

“I live past Saddlebunch Number Two bridge on Boulder Drive. If you want to go to a hotel, we can,” she says.

I shake my head. She’s too drunk if she thinks I’m taking her to a hotel. I know she’s going to try to sneak out on me.

“What’s your address on Boulder?” I slide my palm against her cheek.

Her hair is down around her shoulders in soft waves. Her full, pouty lips are stained a shimmery nude color, and her eyes are darkened, making the green stand out more. I lean down, needing another taste of her lips. She pulls herself up me, and I can’t wait to get her somewhere private, where I can pull her closer and really get a taste of her.

“Excuse me,” the valet says, and I pull away from my girl.

Presley clings to me as I turn her toward the passenger side of the Jeep. I lift her up into the seat and pull the seatbelt across her body. Her breath hitches when my hand brushes her breast.

“I need to get you someplace private, baby.”

“Yes,” she sighs.

I move to the driver’s side, where the valet is holding the door open. I catch him leering at her.

“Don’t look at her,” I growl, shoving a tip into his chest.

I jump up into my Jeep and reach across to rest my hand on her thigh. She opens her legs, allowing me to trail my hand up under her skirt. I’m fucking going to blow a gasket or wreck the car. I can feel the heat coming from her core.

“Please,” she begs.

I push my hand higher, encountering her wet core. I jerk the wheel. “Fuck, sprite, you’re soaked.”

“I need you, Ham. I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

“Me too.” I drag my finger against her core, and she leans back into the seat, giving me more of her. The urge to sink a finger in her is overwhelming, but I don’t. I need to maintain some control. She’s going for just sex and doesn’t care where we go from here. I know she’s had several drinks. I won’t let this be a drunk fuck. Not the first time. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to get her off.

The normally twenty-five-minute drive takes us just less than twenty. As soon as I turn off the highway, I can’t take it anymore and slide my finger under the edge of her panties. She’s bare, and I can’t stop myself from sinking two fingers into her as my thumb tweaks her clit. She moans and holds my hand to her, her tiny nails digging into my skin. She’s tight, and my cock throbs, needing to bury itself deep inside her heat. She’s so lost, ready to come, that she can’t direct me to her house. But then I spot her car and pull in next to it. She screams as she orgasms on my fingers, and I pet her softly as she comes down from the high. She turns to me, and with my other hand, I drag her to me and take her lips in a deep kiss.

“Don’t you even reach for that handle,” I order when I pull away. I open my door and turn to look at her as I drag my tonguealong the fingers that were just inside her. “You taste good, sprite. I need a better taste.”

She starts breathing faster, her eyes heavy-lidded from the orgasm, but hungry for more. I step out and move around the car. I open her door and pick her up. She wraps around me, hiking up her skirt, as I carry her to the door. Thank goodness no one can see her. I’d have an issue if someone saw her like this. She is all mine.

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