Drake laughs his ass off. Angie is pretty much speechless, which is good for her; she should definitely try to be that way more often. Me, I just want to grab my woman and fuck her right here on the table.
“We have. Though, if you can’t remember, I’ll do my best to jog your memory later.”
“Yay. Something to look forward to,” she says with a grin, popping a bite of steak in her mouth.
Yep. Definitely want to fuck her.
“Torch, old buddy, you have met your match.”
“Tell me about it,” I say back to Drake with a grin.
My heart feels like it might beat right out of my chest.
I know Torch was probably just saying that stuff for Angie’s benefit, but it felt like he was talking to me. It felt like he was being dead serious. It scares me. No. It terrifies me. I don’t want that, do I? Why does it feel like part of me does? A large part?
“You okay, sweetness?” he asks me sometime later. Drake and gag-me have moved out to the dance floor. She’s shaking her ass, bending down and touching her toes and sticking it up in everyone’s faces. I don’t see how Drake can be that clueless, but whatever.
“Yeah, just thinking,” I tell him, trying to smile.
“I’d say overthinking.”
“No, not really. I mean, I know that what you said, you said because of—”
“I said the parts that count because I meant them,” he says, his hand coming back to cup the side of my neck, his thumb brushing along my chin.
“Okay.” I wonder what parts he thinks counts.
“You’re overthinking, sweetness.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Mmm-hmm. I’m going to have to find a way to make you stop that.”
“I miss your t-shirts,” I confess, running a hand over the buttoned up shirt he wears. I don’t know how a hot biker can manage to pull off slacks and a buttoned-up shirt, but he rocks it.
He smiles. “You don’t say?”
“Yeah. I wanted to see what you would come up with next.”
“I’ll surprise you. Come here and give me those lips.”
“I think I’ve given you too much lately.”
“Is that right?” His face moves closer to mine. “I think you’re going to give me even more. I think you’re going to give me everything I want.” His hand moves up my leg.
“Hunter.” I try to protest at about the same time his hand finds my *.
“God, sweetness, you’re soaked for me.”
I wrap my hand around his arm in a weak attempt to pull him away, but then his finger skates over my clit. I’m already on edge and, with just that little touch, I’m primed.
“Let’s go home,” I tell him, unable to keep the pleading out of my voice. It doesn’t even matter that I’m calling some hotel “home”. It’s a nice hotel, it’s a suite, and it’s close to a home. If I wasn’t missing Gabby and my sister so much, I’d be more than happy to stay there.
He pushes a couple of his fingers inside of me, and I’m unable to tell him no. Right now, I just want more.
“Do you feel the way your * squeezes around my fingers, sweetness?” he asks into my ear. “Do you see how fucking full you are with that plug? Look around. No one here would even imagine that you’re getting it in both holes right now. They have no idea that I’m finger-fucking you or that I’m about to make you come while they’re sitting there eating their dinner.”
“Jesus, Hunter…”
“Maybe I need to slide under the table and eat you. I bet my girl would like that, wouldn’t she? Tell me, would you come loudly even in a room full of people?”
His words are more effective than any hands-on foreplay. They are enough to send me over the edge. I can feel my orgasm right there, just within grasp. That’s when Drake and gag-me come back to the table. My entire body tenses up and I expect Torch to remove his fingers, but he doesn’t. He keeps them lodged inside of me. He doesn’t really thrust them, but he does slide them around. I shift uncomfortably, hoping he’ll take the hint to remove them. Instead, his thumb pushes hard against my swollen clit.
“Hey, you two. You want some dessert before we call it a night?” Drake asks, motioning for a waiter.
“Actually, I could use a little taste of something sweet. What about you, sweetheart? Do you want something?” he asks, his face all innocent.
I wonder what he’d do if I told him I did want something: to come. Knowing him, that’s exactly what he wants me to do.