Page 13 of Merry with a Brewmaster
“Restraint can be sexy.”
“You’re gonna need to cut that shit out.”
I throw my head back and laugh, my smile wide when I look at him, amusement replacing the all-out sexual frustration of moments before.
“We’re going to need ground rules,” he says. “Lots of them.”
“It won’t be that bad.”
“Yeah, I’m going to have to respectfully disagree on that.”
“I promise to behave.”
Snorting, he gulps down the rest of his drink and turns in his seat, his knee brushing against mine and causing sparks from that simple touch.
“Me too. For both of our sakes.”
5
WELLS
Vienna and I left the Book & Barrel with a basic agreement in place. Things likeno walking around nakedhad been my addition, and she’d snickered like that wasn’t something she’d do just to mess with me.
Because it absolutely was.
She’d been a dream strolling into the bar—a fantasy—and now one that I couldn’t act on. But more than that, I wanted to bend her over the bar and fuck her one last time. Make her beg until she submitted to me—until the power dynamic wasn’t so heavily shifted in her favor.
Bending her over the bar wasn’t really an option, but I’d had half a mind to take her out to my car and fuck her in the backseat like teenagers. Unfortunately, I’d had to settle for jerking off in the shower and acknowledging that would most likely be my life for the undetermined future.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I grunt as I pull it out and stare down at the message.
VIENNA: What if she doesn’t like me?
Blowing out a breath,I smile, because this side of Vienna is the one I only ever got post orgasm. The one where she was content with a dreamy expression and let me cuddle and caress her.
WELLS: She’ll love you.
VIENNA: How do you know?
WELLS: You’re way more fun than I am.
VIENNA: That’s a given.
WELLS: So then don’t worry about it
VIENNA: Easy for you to say
WELLS: We’ll see you at the playground in a couple minutes
“Ready, kiddo?”I ask Haven as she comes bounding into the kitchen. Her hair is in a loose ponytail and she’s wearing a tank top, biking shorts, and two different socks.
“Yup!”
“Okay, get your sneakers on. We’re meeting her at the elementary school.”
Skipping toward the door, she slides on her shoes, and I grab the backpack I take everywhere that holds a change of clothes, snacks, water, sunscreen, and an assortment of other things that have been shoved into the pouches.
We’re silent as we make our way out to the car. Haven buckles herself into her booster seat as I climb into the front and start the car. The directions say we’re about a block from the school when Haven’s voice startles me from the back.
