Page 5 of The Last Thing
“I promise, I’m plenty of fun, Patio.”
I let out a huff of a sigh, and her smile grows.
Goddamn.
“How old are you? And I need the real answer for this one.”
“Twenty-three,” she says easily.
Above my minimum age limit. Still a smidge younger than I usually go for, but I can’t deny the hold she has on me.
“Any proof of that?”
“I could show you my ID, but since you started the whole stupid name thing, I feel like it’d be giving you an unfair advantage. Hey, Ronnie!”
He appears again, eyes set on me.
“How old am I?” she asks.
His brow furrows and he glares at me. “You put something in her drink?”
She laughs and waves a hand. “No. He’s being upstanding and making sure I’m not a lying high schooler. But you don’t serve underage kids.”
His gaze hardens. “No. I don’t.”
“And did you ever buy my fake ID?”
He grins at her. “Not for a second.” Then he looks at me. “She’s twenty-three and has been driving us all insane for years now.”
“Aw, thanks, Ronnie.”
He shakes his head as he walks away, then she leans in closer to me.
“He knows my parents, and I used to babysit for his kids. He’d never serve anyone alcohol who’s underage. Especially not me. Good enough?”
I nod.
“And how old are you?” she asks.
“Not old enough to be your dad.”
“The perfect age, then, Back Deck.”
“You’re going to drive me crazy with that, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know,Deck. Am I?”
I swallow the throaty growl that tries to come out.
“It depends if that’s how you’re planning to say my name all night.”
She swirls her finger in a circle over my hand, and the sensation goes straight to my cock.
“Well,thatdepends on how good you are at giving me what I want.”
A dark laugh slips out. “You’re going to get me into trouble, aren’t you, Hells Bells?”
“Hells Bells, huh?”
