Page 125 of Bourbon Bliss
“I knew he shouldn’t have taken Lacey Dickerson to the prom,” June said. “Maybe I shouldn’t have kept my misgivings to myself.”
“He’ll be all right. Jonah’s a good guy. He just needs to meet the right girl.”
“I agree. But I have a strong urge to make Lacey pay for ditching Jonah.”
“Slow down, tiger.” I traced my fingers down the side of her cheek. “Maybe Bootleg Justice can wait this time.”
The corner of her mouth tugged upward in a little grin and there was a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “Speaking of Bootleg Justice… earlier you confessed to all this.” She gestured at the decked-out gym. “I have a confession as well.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I was the one who got Andrea to drop her lawsuit. Cassidy and I did some research and discovered she owned theJersey Chaserwebsite.” She hesitated, chewing her bottom lip. “I confronted her with it and she agreed to drop the suit.”
Chuckling, I pulled her against me. “June Bug. What am I going to do with you?”
“Are you angry?” she asked, looking up at me. Her eyes were big and round, but she wasn’t trying to play cute to manipulate me. June didn’t know how to play cute, and I loved that about her. She was really worried I’d be upset.
“I’m not mad.” I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Just promise me you didn’t do anything illegal.”
“Cassidy was there.”
“That doesn’t really answer my question, but… okay.” I kissed her again, deciding it was probably best if I didn’t know the details. “Thanks for having my back.”
“You’re welcome.”
She trailed her fingers up my forearm. I’d taken off my jacket and rolled up my sleeves. Her touch was warm and tempting.
I leaned down, capturing her lips with mine. I’d kissed her a hundred times tonight—she looked so good, she was impossible to resist—but this kiss was different. It was more. Her tongue lapped against mine hungrily and she grabbed my shirt, tugging me closer.
There were too many people around for me to kiss her the way I wanted. Taking her hand, I led her through a set of double doors.
We emerged into a dark hallway lined with lockers. Something primal roared to life inside me. I pushed June up against one of the metal locker doors and delved into her mouth. She grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me to her, like she needed me as much as I needed her.
Her hands traced a path down my chest, over my abs, to the waistband of my pants. I was already hard, but her hands near my dick made me groan.
“Maybe we should go,” I said between kisses.
“Mm-hmm.”
Neither of us made a move to stop making out. But we seemed to be alone, so a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt anything.
Her hand slid down and she grabbed my cock through my pants.
I growled. “June.”
She squeezed. “I want this.”
A red haze of lust tinted my vision. I kissed down her neck while she rubbed my dick. My hands roamed across her body, but there was too much dress. It was getting in my way.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it home. My blood boiled, my erection throbbing as she rubbed and squeezed. She was driving me absolutely out of my mind.
“We should go,” I said against her neck, then slid my tongue along her skin.
“Where?” she breathed.
“Home.”
“Too far.”
