Page 16 of Foul & Fake
“You’re cute too,” I whisper to her and ignore him. “Your glasses kill me.”
“Do they? What about them?”
I can’t tell her how much I want to come on them, so I settle for something less crude. “They make you look innocent.”
“I’ve heard that before,” she admits. “Usually as an insult, though.”
“An insult? Fuck whoever that was, because it makes me want to… never mind.”
I need to stop drinking.
“He wants to come on your glasses!” Vito yells, and my eyes widen in shock and betrayal.
“You want to leave? We should leave. I have the worst wingmen in the history of wingmen. Next they’re going to tell you all the dumb shit I’ve done when drunk.”
She giggles, the redness in her cheeks likely from the booze this time. “You’ve got a thing for glasses, huh? Promise you’ll help me clean them up after?”
Fuck.
Boner.
No. Uh…
Flamingos, penguins, ostriches — is that the plurality of ostrich? Is plurality a word? Okay, it’s gone. Phew. That was a close one.
“Yeah, of course. I’m still a gentleman.”
“Mmhm. Something tells me you’re anything but.”
Vito leans in. “He is, or at least he’s trying to be. Otherwise he’d have you bent over the kitchen table in there already.”
Her thighs clench. If she wasn’t on my lap, I wouldn’t have noticed, but every little movement kills me.
Goddamnit I need to learn some more random bird breeds. Shit, I can’t think of that word either. “Did you ever share your thoughts on leaving, cupcake?”
She meets my eyes, then nods. “Yeah. Yeah, we should go.”
My fingers curl into her thighs for a split second. In all reality, I don’t want her to leave my lap, but I want her to bounce on my cock more. There’s no way we don’t fuck tonight. I can feel she wants it too.
“Are we going?” she laughs, making up my mind for me when she stands and reaches for my hand. “I don’t think we want them to see what happens next.”
Fuck yes.
I interlock our fingers the second I stand and flip off my group of friends, ignoring them once again when they try and say they’d prefer to watch. “Well, I hope you all have a night. See you at the game, fuckers.”
I flash them a huge fake smile and tug Riley away before she can say goodbye, then lift her up on my back so she can’t run away from me, either.
Her laughter settles in my chest as she wraps her arms around my neck. “Did I do a good job?” she asks in my ear, and the hot air isn’t fucking helping me.
“Yeah. Perfect,” I say honestly, my stomach warm and flipping a little, but I’m pretty sure it’s the booze. “I think it’s obvious we’re new, but no one can deny your fuck-me eyes.”
Her fucking tongue flicks across my earlobe and I almost drop her. “So I was a good girl?”
“Fuck,” I breathe, my cock immediately fully hard. The hell with the birds. “You were absolutely a good girl. You’re going to love your reward for it.”
She giggles, switching sides and biting my other earlobe. “Promise?”
“I promise. My place is closer, but I don’t know when Vito will get back. Where’s your roommate tonight?”
