Page 30 of Comeback
Without another word, he leaned forward and swept his lips against mine. A moment ago, a kiss with Jack was thelastthing on my mind—buthis thick arms were so protective, sopersuasive. I gave in and followed my heart. My lips parted and he kissed me, teasing my lips between his.His kiss tasted like the electric air after a heavy spring rain, making the tiny hairs on my arm stand tall.
With his hand running through my hair, he gently searchedthe curve of my lip for my tongue. Shyly, I met his tongue with mine. Our tongues touched and a jolt went tingling up my spine. I felthimgrowing between us, long and thick and hard.
That’s when I knew I had to end the kiss while I still could—before the throbbing between my thighs got any ideas.
I planted my hands against his chest, solid as stone, and gave a gentle shove to break free of his arms.
“Tuesday,” I said, my heart thumping in my throat.
“Tuesday,” he said as he began to retreat. “Can’t wait.”
Chapter 14
Jack
Can’t remember the last time a kiss got me hard,I thought with a snicker as I began the walk back into town. I wondered if she’d noticed—I hoped not. It was kinda embarrassing.
But her lips were perfect—soft and as smooth as silk. And her kisses tasted better than perfect—they were sweet and refreshing, like a juicy melon on a hot summer day.
As my feet hit the pavement, all I could think about was what I had to do to prep for Tuesday: I needed a child’s seat for my car, so Mackenzie could ride safely. I’d have to get a kid’s fishing rod, too. I’d better stock up on meat to grill, because I knew Mackenzie liked it and Emma couldn’t cook it at home.
For the first time in a long time, I had hope. And before I even knew it, I was already back in town, standing outside of Perry’s, where my car was parked. But I saw a pub across the street and thoughtwhat the hell.A drink was the perfect way to cap off a perfect night.
I sat at the bar and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. The crowd around me was noisy, but my mind was at peace—for once. My eyes weren’t even drawn to the TVs against the back wall of the bar.
Suddenly, a cloud of perfume, fruity and floral, rolled over my shoulder and crept into my nostrils. Before I could even see who was hovering over me, a set of arms wrapped around my torso from behind.
I turned and looked. Some blonde girl I didn’t recognize, stuffed into a busty tank top and ripped-up jean shorts.
“Uh, excuse me?” I muttered, desperately trying to remember if I’d hooked up with this girl in the past.
“Remember us?” she asked, and I realized that the three girls standing behind her were part of her crew. They were all dressed similarly, all hot, young girls who openly flaunted their assets.
“No,” I said. “Should I?”
“Well,werememberyou,” she said, and I could smell the liquor on her breath. “You’re the DILF from the restaurant today.”
“The what?”
“DILF. Really? You haven’t heard that word before?” She looked at her friends, and they all giggled.
“It stands for ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck,’ ” one of the friends volunteered, and the group exploded into a laughing fit.
I groaned. “Does it.”
“Yep,” she said as she wantonly wrapped her lips around the straw in her glass and sucked.
“We wanna take you back to our hotel,” one of the friends said.
“We don’t mind sharing,” another friend chimed in.
“Yeah, it wouldn’t be the first time,” the last friend said, biting her lip.
“So what do you say?” the original friend said. “Wanna have some fun or not?” She grabbed my hand and gave a tug, trying to lure me out of my barstool. I didn’t budge.
“If you sawme,” I began, “then that means you saw the woman I was with.”
“Yeah, so what? Do youreallythink she’s as hot as anyof us?” one of them answered.
