Page 82 of Meet Me in the Vines
I shake my head and reply, “Yes. That’s her. Now, back to the pairings. I have a goat cheese from a local farm?—”
“She’s very pretty. Right, girls?” Okay, now I’m annoyed.
They nod in unison while staring at Audrey, and she turns her head to see the entire table looking at her. Her eyebrow quirks up as she makes eye contact with me. I give her a winkand bring my attention back to my table that I desperately want to pass off to another employee.
“Ladies, I’m here to make your wine tasting experience great. I’d appreciate it if you would let me do my job,” I say. My tone stays professional but stern. I feel Audrey’s eyes on me as Ms. Flirt stares daggers at her.
What is happening?
Next thing I know, Audrey’s delicate fingers graze my back, instantly shooting goosebumps up my neck. She wraps her arm around my waist and stands confidently in front of the group of girls whose mouths are gaping. She stares down the leader, claiming me in front of her.
“Are you ladies enjoying my winery?” she says boldly. My eyes widen in shock, not expecting those words to come out of her mouth. There’s my girl, full of sass and fire.
“Yourwinery?” Ms. Flirt replies while she swirls the wine in her wineglass.
“Yes, mine. Audrey Winthrop, nice to meet you.” Audrey reaches her hand across the table while Ms. Flirt hesitantly shakes it. I love this feisty side of her, and it’s driving me crazy. I’m about two seconds away from whisking her away and fucking her in the back.
“Ladies, have another round on me. I’m gonna have Jake take care of you for the rest of your tasting. Enjoy now,” she croons, plastering the fakest of smiles on her face. I snort under my breath as Audrey takes her hand in mine and pulls me away, leading me toward the exit. I look back and Jake approaches their table, while Tia salutes me, a playful grin across her face.
Audrey leads me out of the wine tasting room into the open air, dragging me across the gravel. I don’t ask questions, I just follow. Clearly, this woman is on a mission and I’m here for it.
We get to her Jeep, parked in the corner of the lot, and she slams my back against the car door, crashing her lips onto me.Her tongue searches for mine, and I gladly meet it, our kiss languid and deep. We’ve memorized each other, moving in a perfect dance.
She moans into my mouth as I cup my hands over her tits, squeezing them together. My thumbs brush over her nipples, pebbled underneath her tank top. She grinds herself over my rock hard arousal, her hands scratching my nape.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy, baby,” I groan into her mouth. We stand in front of each other breathless as she bites my bottom lip.
“I need you to fuck me. Right now,” she begs, her hand stroking my cock through my jeans. I look around to make sure the coast is clear.
“You want me to fuck you?” I rasp in her ear, desire oozing from every pore of my body. Her eyes are dark. She bites her bottom lip and nods.
“Beg for it,” I growl against her swollen lips from my kiss.
“Please,” she whimpers, her hand stroking me harder.
“Please, what?” I grunt, my body feeling heavy with arousal the more pressure she puts on my cock.
“Please, fuck me. Hard.” Her voice is desperate. She bites my lip harder and a pleasurable pain shocks my body.
“Good girl,” I praise, my thumbs grazing her nipples. She rolls her head back and whimpers. I need a taste of her right this second and I don’t give a fuck that someone could walk around her car and see us.
I grip the top of her tank top and pull it down, her tits spilling out. Her pretty pink nipples are hard, begging me to suck them. I squeeze them together, claiming her in my mouth and flicking her hard peaks with my tongue.
“Yes, Donovan. Please. More,” she moans. I love hearing her beg. I pop one of her tits out of my mouth and look around again,rubbing them with my thumbs as I scan my eyes around the parking lot.
I pull her tank top back over her chest and grab her hand, seeing a pile of wooden crates stacked up on the side of the wine tasting room.
“Over here, let’s go,” I say with urgency, running behind the crates. I gently push her back against the wall once we are out of sight.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard, right here. Don’t make a sound,” I whisper huskily, trailing my tongue down her neck, across her collarbone, into the dip at the base of her throat.
Her hand reaches down in between the front of my jeans and she grabs a handful of my cock. My mouth gapes open as she strokes it with her hand, my pre-cum coating her fingers.
“This?This is mine,” she growls, gripping my heavy cock in her hand, setting a wild fire inside of me I can’t contain.
I won’t hold it in. Not with her. The world can burn for all I care. Let it burn.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
