Page 51 of Desperate Pucker
The bartender stops by and asks if anyone wants another drink. The guys ask for another pitcher of beer, and the ladies ask for more sparkling wine.
“Could I get a non-alcoholic beer, please?” Ryker asks, then raises an eyebrow at me. “What about you?”
I shake my head. “I shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“I already had a glass of wine and a shot of tequila.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Half a shot.” He narrows his gaze at me. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to watch your calories.”
I hesitate. “I’m not, but it’s a hard habit to break.”
He holds my gaze. “Maddy. Do you want a drink?”
I nod.
“Then order a damn drink.”
My cheeks flush at the low growl of his voice…at how much I like it when he’s bossy.
I turn to the server. “I’ll take a whiskey and Coke, please.”
Ryker runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “Good girl.”
My skin tingles at hearing him call me that. I don’t know what it is about this guy. Half the time, I can’t stand him. Half the time, just hearing his voice makes me hot all over.
And now I know what an incredible kisser he is, how good he is with his hands, how hard he can make me come.
Invisible flames creep up my neck and cheeks. I down all the water in my glass.
“If I get drunk, it’s going to be your fault,” I say.
“It’s okay. I’ll look out for you.”
Chapter 19
Ryker
Iwatch as Maddy knocks back her third whiskey and Coke.
She sets the empty glass back on the table and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her pale skin flushes pink. I’ve noticed that her skin almost always flushes when she drinks alcohol.
She slow-blinks at me. Her gray-blue eyes are hazy from how much alcohol she’s had over the past couple of hours.
She licks her lips and points at me. “You’re brilliant.”
I fight a smile. “Am I?”
She nods, then grabs a cube of ice out of her cup and drops it in her mouth. She crunches it between her teeth. “Yeah. Whiskey and Coke is the best drink ever.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
She crunches on another ice cube and brushes her hair out of her face. It falls back in her eyes, and she frowns. I hold back a laugh at how fucking adorable she is when she’s drunk.
“I don’t think you can say something is the best drink ever unless you’ve had all the drinks in the world,” I say, my tone on the edge of teasing.
