“I could go for something,” I answer stupidly. It’s hard to think when he picks that moment to slide his fingers out of me and slide them over and over my clit. My dress is up to my hips now. I’m sitting across from Drake, who seems to be smiling a little too much. Gag-me is shooting daggers with her eyes. I feel like they know what’s going on and I’m praying they don’t look under the table. At the same time, I’m fast-approaching the point where I don’t give a fuck. Torch’s fingers are moving slowly over my clit, giving me a taste of what I want, but it’s not enough. I’m busy trying not to thrust my hips or move in a way that might give away what Torch is doing to me. I didn’t even realize he ordered cheesecake until he’s holding the spoon near my mouth.
“Open up, sweetness,” he says, pushing the spoon to my lips. My eyes are locked on his as I take the spoon in my mouth and suck the small bite of cheesecake inside. Its flavor dissolves in my mouth, but I barely notice it. The sweet taste is nothing compared to the look in Torch’s eyes. That’s a look I could get drunk on. His fingers pick up their speed. I look around, scared that he’s giving us away. They have to know what he’s doing. Drake is talking to gag-me and they’re not really looking at us. I can’t believe it. It feels like everyone should be watching. I bite down on my lips as I feel my * quiver. Torch’s fingers move faster and faster over my clit in small circles, and upon the completion of each one, he pushes against my clit, pulling it to the side. My brain tries to keep up with the movement, but soon I can’t. I feel the fire flood through my system. I’m going to come.
“More, Hunter. I want more.” And there’s no fucking way he could think I’m talking about the cheesecake.
In answer, he takes my mouth and kisses me just as I feel my release. My hand bites into his side to keep from screaming. He swallows my cries. The kiss lasts until my orgasm has somewhat died down. My body still feels as if it is on a razor’s edge. I’m still primed for more, and nervous. When we break apart, Torch is smiling. It’s not a cocky smile, not really, but he’s happy.
“Fuck me, if cheesecake did that to Angie, I’d keep that shit in the house,” Drake says, but I don’t turn and look at him.
“Can we go home now?” I ask Torch.
“Absolutely, sweetness,” he says, his voice hoarse with need.
Finally.
“Tell me, are you planning on making me wear one of these for the rest of my life?” Katie asks as I finish inserting the new plug, using the cloth to wipe the excess lube off my hands. This one is bigger, and she doesn’t know it yet, but what comes next has nothing to do with a toy. That isn’t what makes me smile, though. Hell no. What does that is how she automatically goes to “the rest of my life”. That’s different. Does she even know she’s linking us together long-term? I doubt it.
I pull her skirt back down. This one is longer, falling to her knee. She bitched this morning when she couldn’t find any jeans. I have them hidden. What can I say? I like what I like. She stopped bitching after I showed her the advantages of wearing a skirt. After her third orgasm on my tongue, she was more than happy with me. I’m thinking this may be my way of dealing with Katie from here on out. It’s a solid plan. My genius is never fully appreciated. I flop back on the bed and Katie, who lies on her stomach, automatically puts her head on my chest. I can’t stop myself from running my fingers through her hair.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her.
She looks up at me, her arm loosely draped around my waist. Those damn gray eyes grab ahold of me yet again. If she knew how deep she had her hooks in me, that fear I see in her eyes would disappear.
“Don’t, Hunter,” she whispers.
“Don’t what?” I ask, confused, my finger sliding down the bridge of her nose.
“Don’t tell me lines. I don’t need them.”
“You think because I’m telling you you’re beautiful that I’m automatically feeding you a line?”
“Listen, you’re a player, I get that. But I don’t need the lines. You’ve already bagged me. For the time we have left, just—”
“You need to shut the fuck up now, Katie.”
I put a hand in her hair when she tries to pull away from me. That’s not happening, not after what’s gone down between us.
“Weren’t you listening to me at dinner?”
“Well, yeah, but—”
“Katie, there’s no buts. I’m not playing here.”
“C’mon, Torch. We barely know each other. We agreed, one week, and—”
“Hunter.”
She looks confused. “What?”
“I’ve noticed. When you let down your guard, you call me Hunter. When you’re building up walls for me to break down or planning on saying something to piss me off, I’m Torch again. Let’s clear it up right now. To you, I am now and will always be Hunter. No more fucking walls, no more jumping through hoops. Just you and me.”
“We barely know each other,” she repeats.
I pull her face closer to mine. “I don’t give a fuck.”
“Hunter, you have your club to look out for. Bethie explained to me how that works. I have my sister.”
“You’re not listening to me, sweetness. I said I do not give a fuck.”
“You’re being crazy,” she says. “There’s too much between us. It would make being together impossible.”
“Do you care for me, Katie?”
“You were a one-night stand.”
“Do you care for me, Katie?” I ask again.
“How are we ever supposed to make things work? I have to protect my sister, Hunter. I have to.”
I won’t stop asking. “Do you care for me, Katie?”
“Hunter…”
“Answer my question.”
“I don’t know how to do relationships!”