Ride Hard (Raven Riders #1)(27)
Jeb topped off the Baileys and Kahlua with a big dollop of whipped cream on each shot. “Here you go, ladies. Two Blow Jobs.”
“Okay,” Cora said, making a show of lacing her hands behind her back. “This is how you do it.” She bent over, wrapped her mouth around the top of the glass, and then stood upright and tilted her head back until the small glass was empty. The crowd went nuts for the little show, and even more with the anticipation that Haven would be repeating the act.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Haven said with a laugh. “But I’m definitely going to try.” Her gaze cut to Dare, her smile parts mischievous and uncertain. Then she shrugged and laced her hands behind her back. “Here goes nothing.”
Dare’s gaze was glued to Haven—how her lips swallowed the whipped cream and wrapped around the glass, how her eyes fell closed as if in pleasure, how her throat worked around the long swallow of the liquor. He threw back the rest of his whiskey, the bite taking the sharpest edges off his arousal—which wasn’t f*cking saying much. When Haven was done, she slammed the little glass on the counter and threw her arms up in victory. Everyone around her cheered and clapped her on the back, but all Dare could see was the flat, firm surface of her bared stomach from how her shirt rode up.
Haven Randall was maddening. Sweet yet sexy. Innocent yet provocative. Beautiful yet seemingly unaware of what she was doing to him. Hell, him and probably every other man around the bar.
She hugged Cora.
Dare laid his fingers on the bare skin of her side, and Haven jumped a little as she turned to see who was touching her. His intensions had been honorable—to encourage her to drink some water before she ended up learning about the not-fun side of drinking, the side that put you on your knees and made you promise to any god who would listen that you’d never drink again if only they would end your suffering.
But the way Haven’s dark pink lips dropped open and the way her eyes went hooded and soft when she realized Dare’s hand cupped her skin momentarily short-circuited his brain. “That was so much fun,” she said, closing the distance between them. “What should I do next?” She stood just shy of pressing her front against his, and the sliver of distance was pure hell.
The name of every innuendo-filled cocktail Dare could imagine flitted through his head, but the last thing he wanted was any of those words coming out of her lips in front of a bunch of his brothers.
“How about a Sloe Comfortable Screw?” Jeb asked. “Do you know what that one is?”
She shook her head but kept her eyes glued to Dare’s. “No, but it sounds good,” she said, that eyebrow quirking up just a little again. “Really good. Tell me.”
Dare’s heart was suddenly a jackhammer in his chest, because he didn’t think he was reading too much into her words and the way she was looking at him to think that she was talking about the real thing, not the innuendo-filled drink by the same name.
“It has sloe gin, Southern Comfort, orange juice, and vodka,” Jeb said, already pulling the bottles he needed in front of him. “You in?”
“Yeah,” she said with a nod, eyes still on Dare. “I definitely want one of those.”
“One of what?” Jeb said, leaning forward with his hand cupped behind his ear like he didn’t know what she wanted.
Haven grinned and looked to the prospect. “I want a Sloe Comfortable Screw,” she said a little louder. More laughter and cheering. Jeb made her a mini version of the cocktail, and she drank it in a few eager sips, her eyes smiling at Dare over the rim of her glass.
She shook her head and blinked her eyes, the alcohol clearly hitting her harder now. She pressed her fingertips into her cheeks, then dragged them down over her lips. “I’m tingly,” she said, obviously enjoying the feeling.
Cora pushed a full glass of water in front of her. “Drink some of this, sweetie.”
Haven did as she was told, and then she waved her arms to indicate she was done. “Thank you, Jeb,” she said, hooking her finger to invite him closer. When he leaned over the bar, she pushed herself up and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks for making that fun for me.”
“You got it, beautiful. Any time,” he said, giving her an eager smile full of invitation.
Dare glared at him, and the guy was suddenly really f*cking busy cleaning up the bar top.
“Ooh, it’s kinda warm in here,” Haven said, chuckling.
“Why don’t you get some air on the back porch?” Dare suggested, knowing she liked it out there.
She turned to Cora. “Wanna go outside?” she asked.
Cora was in such deep conversation with Phoenix, the two of them arguing about something, that Haven had to tap her shoulder and ask her again.
“Sure, I’ll come if you want,” Cora said, looking back at Phoenix beside her.
Haven glanced between her friend and his Road Captain. “No, you stay. I’ll be right back,” she said.
“Are you sure?” Cora asked.
Haven smiled. “Yes, don’t worry.” She turned and walked into Dare. He caught her with an arm around her shoulders, steadying her.
The way she leaned into him about made him insane, especially when she lifted that electric blue gaze to his. “Will you take me?” she asked.
She didn’t mean it the way his body wanted to hear it, Dare knew that much for sure. But that didn’t keep his arousal from ramping up even further, his cock like steel, his need near ravenous.