Page 71 of Here With Me
When I turn my head, our mouths are only inches apart. “I dunno. Am I allowed to?”
“As much as I enjoy your sass, I’m holdin’ on by a thread here, Goldie. So if you want one, just say the word, and I’ll drive ya home later.”
I like the idea of him tucking me into bed instead of him dropping me off at my car, so I tell him yes.
He squeezes my hip. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Magnolia’s too busy drooling over Tripp to notice our secret moment, but inside I’m dying.
Waylon makes it seven seconds before he’s whipped to the ground. Tripp goes next, and Magnolia screams.
“I think you blew my eardrum,” I tease.
She rolls her eyes and inches closer. “You gonna invite Fisher over tonight?”
Even though he’s technically driving me to my house, that’s not what she’s referring to.
“I wish.” I pout.
She waggles her brows. “I won’t tell.”
“You’re a bad influence!” My voice is teasing as I scold her.
“Well, duh. You’ve been a good girl for twenty-two years. Now, it’s time to live a little while you’re still young and hot.”
I burst out laughing. “Gee, thanks for the pep talk.”
Fisher returns with a Long Island Iced Tea, and I nearly squeal at finally getting one. “Thank you!”
“Be careful. There’s lots of alcohol in that,” he warns in a deep baritone that has me squeezing my legs together.
“Worried ya can’t handle me drunk?” I smirk around the straw as I take a drink.
Fisher leans in until his tongue swipes along my neck, and goose bumps cover my skin. “Sweetheart, I handled you just fine when I had you bent over my bed, your pussy spread wide open for my cock as you choked on your own moans. I had you comin’ ineight seconds,remember? So no, I’m not worried.”
My feet stay frozen in place as I wrap my brain around his words that have every inch of me burning hot.
Once my brothers finish, they try to get Magnolia to ride the bull, but she tells them to fuck off. I laugh as they tease her because she doesn’t have an athletic bone in her body, and she wouldn’t be caught dead riding one.
“I’m gettin’ a drink!” she announces. “Then we dance!”
The next couple of hours includes dancing, more drinking, and Fisher glaring at me from the bar. He can’t be on the dance floor with me without my brothers getting suspicious, so instead, he’s drinking water and watching me like an overbearing bodyguard.
“If Tripp looked at me like that, I’d be on my knees in a heartbeat,” Magnolia says as we move to the music.
“Shoulda heard what he said to me earlier.” I blush when I think about it and shrug. “Too bad we can’t.”
“I dunno what kinda delusional universe y’all livin’ in, but there’s no way one of you won’t crack bein’ around each other every day. It’s just a matter of when.”
I want to argue, but she’s right.
Although what we shared feels like more than just a random one-night stand, there’s still so much we don’t know about each other, but the more I do learn, the more I want him.
“Should we show him what he’s missin’ out on?” Magnolia swipes the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip. She’s up to something.
Before I can argue, she grabs a nearby guy and positions him between us.
“Hey, I’m Magnolia!” she shouts over the music. “That’s my friend, Noah!”
