Sugar on the Edge (Last Call #3)(55)

“I’m ready,” she says, coming out of the bathroom.

“Finally,” I grumble, pulling her into my arms. “You look fantastic. Smell even better. I know for a fact you taste f*cking amazing. Want to give me a taste?”

She nods, so I lean down. I kiss her wet lips, tasting vanilla and mint on them. Then I release her, or else we’ll never make it out of the bedroom, and I know she’s dying for me to meet her friends.

I briefly marvel at how fast all of this seems to be moving between us. Just a little over two weeks ago, I was snarling at her and she was cowering from me. Then I fingered her in my Maserati, and things definitely changed then. After I f*cked her for the first time, I knew that sex would never be the same for me again. And last night… after we talked about Amanda, Charlie, and my addictions, she liberated me from the rest of my darkness with just a few small, comforting, but heartfelt, words.

And now, here we are, and she wants me to meet her friends.

I’m up for the challenge, of course. After the things I’ve been through, nothing scares me. Except the prospect of losing Savannah, when I just found her. So, maybe I am a little nervous they won’t like me. Particularly Brody, who I can tell is very protective of her.

Yes, forget her pack of girlfriends… Brody is the one whose approval I’m going to need to get.





“Are you having fun?” Savannah says as she saunters up to me with a flushed grin on her face. She’s at that place right now where she borders between slightly buzzed and really buzzed, and she’s f*cking charming as all get out.

I was watching her play pool with Hunter, my eyes either pinned to her ass or the slight cleavage she shows when she bends over. Every once in a while, my gaze will stray to make sure no other guys have their eyes pinned to her ass or tits, which is something I wouldn’t take kindly to.

“Loads of fun,” I assure her, but while her friends have all been nice… except Brody, who seems a bit reserved, I’d much rather take her home and spend hours making her scream.

“So, where do you stand on PDA?”

“P-D-what?” I ask, confused.

“PDA… public displays of affection,” she says seriously. “Some guys don’t like that, and I’m curious where you stand?”

Reaching out, I place my hands on her face and draw her closer to me. “I’m not sure. Let’s test it out first… see if I like it or not.”

Bending down, I touch my lips to hers, with only the intent of grazing their fullness. But she presses in to me, opening her mouth and slipping her tongue in. I’m powerless not to reciprocate, so I do… giving her a deep, sensual kiss, so that when I pull back she is dazed and weak-kneed.

“I think I like it,” I murmur as I release my hold.

Her fingertips come up to rub her lips thoughtfully, and she stares at me intently. “I really like it too.”

My hands slip to her waist and wrap around her lower back, pulling her in flush against me. “When can we leave?”

“Already?” she asks in disbelief. “We just got here.”

“Three hours ago,” I point out, and while I have indeed been enjoying myself, I’m dying to get her alone.

“Pfft,” she says, waving her hand dismissively. “What’s three hours in the grand scheme of things?”

Laughing at her near-drunken silliness, I bend down again and give her a quick kiss on her mouth. I put my lips near her ear. “It’s three hours too long without feeling your sweet * wrapped around my cock. I’m dying here, Sweet. I want to leave so I can f*ck you.”

“Oh,” she breathes into my neck and then pulls back to look at me. “Why didn’t you say so? That sounds like so much more fun than hanging out here.”

I give her a huge grin and release her waist, only to take her hand. “Let’s say our goodbyes then.”

I turn to start walking her over to where the girls are all standing, only to practically run into Brody. He’s holding a bottle of water in one hand and glass of Scotch in the other.

Handing the liquor to me, he says, “I bought you a drink.”

I take it from him, heaving with frustration on the inside, and say, “Thanks, mate. You didn’t have to do that.”

You really didn’t have to do that.

“Oh, sure I did,” Brody says affably, although I sense an underlying tone of censure in his voice. “Besides, I thought we could have a chat.”

I cock my eyebrow high, to let him know just what I think of that, but then turn to Savannah. “Why don’t you go hang with the rest of the gang for a bit, love? Let Brody and I get to know each other a bit better.”

Savannah’s eyes flick between Brody and me for a moment, then she sighs rather audibly. “Fine. But hurry up, Filthy. You have promises to fulfill tonight.”

I wince internally over her words because Brody seems to stiffen up beside me as we watch her flounce off to join Gabby, Alyssa, Casey, and Hunter.

Taking a sip of Scotch, I watch her thoughtfully. She’s f*cking perfect. Perfect for me, that is, and I have to wonder what this means for my future. Just a few days ago, I had high plans to jet back to London when I finished my manuscript. Now I have no clue what to do. I definitely see something with Savannah for the future; I just don’t know what it is. I’m pretty confident it wouldn’t involve marriage, because with marriage comes the expectations of children. Savannah is the type of woman that would want children. Lots and lots of them, but that is something I crossed off my bucket list long ago and will never put back on.