Ask Me Why(85)

She presses into my side. “I’ll never forget a single moment of it.”

I guide her toward the gleaming main attraction ahead of us. A few short months ago, Jordan was hassling me about Braelyn. We were sitting on these stools, in this bar. All I had to do was believe. I refused to see what was directly in front of me. Braelyn had been there, waiting, the entire time. I’d been a blind fool.

But look at us now.

She’s still looking around. “Is this one of your regular haunts?”

“It is.”

“Very cozy and intimate.”

“That’s the idea.” My gaze sweeps around the dimly lit space. I stop on an empty corner spot, shadows cloaking most of the table.

I smirk at my girl. “Wanna get a booth?”





Braelyn



Goals



Brance’s palm is a scorching brand on my lower back. I’d let him lead me around anywhere with this gentle nudge. A zing of electric current blazes across my hypersensitive skin while he guides me to the darkened corner. We’re in a public place, yet this seems salacious. The fantasy I’ve had on several occasions brews in my lower belly. Maybe I’ll scrounge up the courage to ask… or beg.

I sit on the bench seat and slide in. Brance is hot on my ass, slipping in beside me. A server bustles over right away and grabs our drink order. Brance murmurs something to him I can’t quite hear. Not that I’m trying too hard. Having his sinfully muscular body pinned so closely to mine is the ultimate distraction. I can’t concentrate long enough to appreciate the stunning room we’re in.

When we’re alone again, I arch a brow at my date. “Same side seating?”

“Only way to appreciate these booths.”

“Oh?”

Brance’s palm rests on my bare thigh, drifting up and higher. “Yeah, babe.”

I spread my legs without hesitation. With one touch, I’m dragged under his seductive spell. Those talented fingers roam further, disappearing beneath my dress. I’ve never been more grateful for my choice in clothing. He reaches my satin covered center with no signs of slowing down. I really like the direction he’s taking.

“W-what are you doing?” My tone is barely a rasp.

Brance ghosts his lips over my cheek. “I’ve missed you. Just a little starter while we wait for the main course. Relax, babe.”

I grip the table’s edge, my knuckles white. “Brance, we’re gonna get caught.”

“We won’t if you’re quiet. No one can see anything.”

And he’s right. My lower half is hidden from view. If someone passes by our hidden alcove, they won’t realize what’s happening. I clamp my jaw and pass over the reins. Brance traces the edge of my panties, slowly pushing the silk out of his way. A shot of molten arousal gets injected into my veins. A whimper begs to drip off my tongue. I squirm, slouching lower to give him easier access.

“Have you done this before?” I don’t know why the answer is so important. His answer could shatter this moment or launch me into the stratosphere.

Brance’s nose brushes my ear when he leans in. “Never wanted to until now. This is only for you, babe.”

That’s exactly what I needed to hear. I sag against the seat in a pliable puddle, ready for Brance to mold me into his making. The rest of my resistance fades when he swipes across my slit. I’m so wet, almost embarrassingly so. Telltale tingles are already creeping up my legs. The thrill of getting caught. The tender warmth in his searing gaze. His strong strokes against my clit. It’s a recipe for a sharp and powerful climax.

I clamp a hand over my mouth and moan. Tremors wrack my limbs, an eruption cracking through the volcanic surface. My eyes roll back while I shudder in his grip. I do my best not to rattle the booth.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” His voice is a hypnotic pulse lulling me deeper into the waves of euphoria.

Whoa. My mind is swirling in a lusty fog. I’m out of breath, utterly spent from that quick release. That hit the damn spot. I wipe the dots of perspiration off my brow. “We’re gonna need to come here more often.”

“That is definitely what she said,” he murmurs against my flushing neck.

I gather my bearings and take stock of our position. No one appears to be scandalized at first glance. Two women are turned around on their barstools. But they’re not staring at me. Those hungry eyes are sweeping over my boyfriend.

A fierce wave of possession crashes over me. This man is mine. I have some claim to him. There’s a faint sound of someone growling, but I’m too zoned into these hussies.

Brance follows my glare and laughs. “Easy, babe. Put the claws away.”

I shake off the odd sensation. “Huh?”

“Looks like you’re about to leap over the table and attack those chicks.”

I blow out a puff of disbelief. “Was not.”

He bends to my ear. “I love that, babe. Didn’t think you could get any hotter. Fierce Braelyn gets me even harder than I already am.” Brance grabs my wrist and guides me to his lap. He settles my palm over the tent popping up there. I add a little pressure, rubbing up and down.

Brance hisses. “Fuck. I can’t wait to be buried inside you.”

It’s my turn to snuggle close. “I’m sure there’s a bathroom around here.”