Page 38 of Hung Up
My gaze drifts to Faith to find her studying me as she bites her lip. “I’d pay to see that.”
“Don’t count on it, Sweetheart. I don’t think you can afford me.”
“Oh, I think I can.” Her voice carries a smoky quality, one full of promise and suggestion that has all the blood in my body rushing straight to my groin.
Rylie practically shoves the shot glass into my hands before giving Stetson his. “I’ll sing with you, but you boys need to catch up. We’re three ahead of you, you slackers.”
“Three?”
“You took your sweet ass time getting over here,” she states, not waiting for us as she throws back the contents of her glass, Faith following suit.
I cheers with Stetson before we take the shots, the strong taste of tequila almost making my eyes water. He wastes no time ordering another, stealing my glass to do the same, but he bats Rylie’s away from her, not letting her have any more straight liquor.
Once our second shots are gone, Rylie grabs Stetson’s hand and pulls him over to a booth near the corner where a man stands, supposedly taking requests. As soon as they’re out of sight, Faith surprises me as she slides up next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and staring up at the side of my face.
“What do you say?” she asks, gesturing toward the dance floor. “Want to dance?”
“I thought you hate dancing?”
She shrugs, tilting her head slightly. “I could be persuaded. It’s not line dancing, after all.”
“I’ll get you to line dance one of these days,” I grumble, reaching for her free hand. “If I go out there and dance with you now, you owe me.”
“Actually, I think I have a better idea.”
Before I can respond, ask what is going through that beautiful head of hers, she reaches up, grabs my hat, and places it atop her blonde curls, and I swear my heart stops for a split second. The grin she’s giving me is a devilish one, one full of promise if I take the bait.
I guess it’s fishing season.
“You don’t know what you’re doing, Sweetheart.” My voice comes out more gravely than I had expected, but I guess that’s just the effect she has on me.
Placing a hand on my chest, she bites her lip as she stares up at me before saying, “I’m very aware of the cowboy hat rule, Pretty Boy. The ball is in your court.”
My eyes flutter shut involuntarily as I groan, something about the way she uses my own words against me making me harder than I was before. When my eyes open, she’s backing away, heading toward a hallway I didn’t see before. She winks before she pushes open a door and disappears inside.
Glancing around, I spot Rylie and Stetson standing beside the stage as someone else sings, presumably waiting for their turn. That means I have about six minutes before they’re looking for us.
And I plan on making good use of those six minutes.
I make my way toward the hallway, not bothering to look behind me to see if anyone is watching me go. If she’s worried about being seen in public with me like this, she wouldn’t have baited me like she did. That much I know—she’s well aware I’ll never turn her down.
Pushing open the door, I quickly slip inside, and before I can get my bearings, a pair of hands are pushing me against the door, and a set of lips are on mine. My hands land on her hips instinctively as hers trail up my chest and wrap around my neck, burying into my hair in that delicious way that has me moaning into her mouth. Curving my hands over her perfect ass, I slipthem behind her thighs and hoist her up, her legs wrapping around my waist on instinct which causes her dress to ride up.
She pulls back for a moment to catch her breath, so I open my eyes and quickly scan our surroundings. We’re in the women’s bathroom. There’s a single toilet in the corner blocked by half of a partition, a single sink, and mirror. Tons of random wall signs and other various pictures cover the wall along with people’s handwriting, and one bright neon red sign lights the room. The glow it casts on Faith’s skin makes her look hotter than sin.
“Tell me, Sweetheart,” I whisper as I trail my lips over her neck, walking us slowly over to the other wall. “Is this why you wore a dress? Were you hoping to get fucked tonight?”
“No,” she whispers as I push her back against the wall beside the sink. “I knew I was going to.”
I pull back to look at her with an arched brow. “Oh, did you now?”
“Mhm,” she hums as she stares at me, her eyes roaming over my face. “You can’t seem to say no to me.”
“You have no idea just how true that is.”
Just as I’m about to kiss her again, the door handle jingles causing us both to freeze for a moment. Whoever tried to walk in leaves rather quickly upon finding it occupied. However, when I turn to gaze at Faith, she has a slight furrow between her brows.
“We don’t have to do this, Sweetheart,” I say, watching her expression carefully.
