“Well he’s not here now, is he?” West growls.
But before I can respond, he leans forward, and his lips are on me. My body ignites the instant his mouth presses against mine. He is gentle but purposeful, opening my lips and sliding his tongue against mine. I receive it eagerly, matching his every move. He tastes exactly the same as I remember. I feel his fingers rubbing softly along my leg, moving tantalizingly slowly up the soft skin of my inner thigh. I uncross my legs and reach across to his leg with my right hand, sliding my palm over his firm thigh.
Suddenly, his hand disappears and he pulls his face away. He snakes one arm around my waist and the other under my legs, hoisting me off my seat and planting me on his lap, both of my legs swung to one side of his body as he leans back in his chair, resting his head on the wall behind him. I glance around, worried we’re making a scene.
“Don’t worry, no one’s watching,” he assures me, and he’s right. There are only a few people in the back now anyway. And while I can barely see them in the dark, it doesn’t look like anyone is keeping their hands to themselves. Besides, I’m too high on his touch to care.
I turn back to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. I feel his hand work its way up my thigh. I shift my weight in his lap a little, and I feel his hard length pressing against my ass. It seems that every part of West has grown since the last time I kissed him.
His breath catches in his throat as I circle my hips a little, teasing him. I feel him slide his fingers the final inch up my leg. I gasp as he grazes my clit with his fingertips, sure he can already feel my excitement soaking through my cotton panties.
He pulls my head back toward him, aggressively pushing his tongue into my mouth, exploring me. I start to go limp in his strong arms. Every ounce of my attention is focused on his fingers as they move around my clit, circling it slowly. He pulls my underwear to the side with his thumb, and suddenly his forefinger is pressed directly against that tender little nub. I would moan, but my mouth is busy. West rubs my wet clit until the pleasure is almost overwhelming.
I pull my mouth off his and hungrily kiss his neck, sliding my tongue up to his ear. I want to devour every inch of him. I bite softly on his earlobe and hear him moan. I gasp as he pushes a finger into me. I feel him press inside me as far as he can, slipping a second finger inside. He circles them against my g-spot. Oh, god...I can feel an orgasm starting to build inside me already as I buck my hips against his hand. I lean my forehead against his, my eyes half-closed. West is watching me, enjoying the sight of me writhing under his touch.
“Want to get out of here?” he whispers roughly.
He knows he has me. I nod, only half-aware of my actions at this point. God, that didn’t take long. Though for me, this hookup has been over eight years in the making. West’s dark eyes hold mine as he brings his hand to his mouth and licks my wetness off his fingers. My mouth drops open in shock at the sight.
I feel wobbly as I rise to my feet, and a little lightheaded. I grab my purse from the table and West stands up behind me. I turn around expectantly and he takes my face in his hands. He leans over me and places a tender kiss on my lips, surprising me. He leans back, his hand still on my face, and runs his thumb over my lower lips. His brows furrow ever-so-slightly.
“There’s something so familiar about you...” he murmurs.
But he quickly shakes off his puzzlement and takes my hand, leading me away. We step through the curtains and into the crowd. The place is super crowded now, and it takes a little while to move through everyone, even with West’s intimidating demeanor.
As I emerge from the haze of pleasure I’ve been in, I start to really think about what I’m doing. I’m about to have sex with West. I mean, I’ve dreamed about what this would be like for years. Seriously, years.
But a worrying realization hits me. Is West taking me back to where he lives, to the home he shares with my brother? Where I just stashed my bags? Stick probably won’t be home yet, right? No—this has to work. I can’t be this close to finally having sex with West and have it not work out.
Just as I’m think I’m finally going to experience the fantasy, West drops my hand. He’s signaling to someone at the front of the bar. I feel a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach as I try to peer around West’s enormous frame.
“Stick!” he yells, confirming my worst fears. Fuck. You’ve got to be kidding me.
I immediately bring my hand to my hair, desperately smoothing it down. I take a deep breath, trying to hide any evidence of my recent activities from my appearance. Now is really not the time for Stick to have one of his overprotective freak outs.
I see my brother approaching us, weaving through the people between him and West. He glances toward me briefly, then does such a classic double-take that I would think it were fake if didn’t know otherwise.
“Olive!?” he shouts excitedly, beginning to push his way towards us. I see West freeze in front of me. Oh dear.
Stick blows by West and picks me up in a huge bear hug lifting me completely off the ground. He’s still as skinny as always, but tall and strong all the same. I shriek and burst out laughing. He finally drops me on the ground and I punch him hard on the arm, adjusting my hair from where he’s mussed it up again. He reaches out and rubs his hand quickly over my scalp, messing it up worse than before. My older brother hasn’t changed much.
“Stop! You jerk!” I yell at him, laughing in spite of my annoyance. He still treats me like I’m eight.
West turns to face me, studying my face. “Tiny?” he asks in disbelief.
“No one calls me that anymore,” I deadpan, arching an eyebrow at him.
“You didn’t recognize her?” Stick asks innocently, clapping West on the shoulder.
“You know, it’s so weird,” West says, his eyes piercing mine. “We were just talking for a minute, and I thought she looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. You look...different, Olive.”
I clear my throat. “Do I?” I ask, smiling at him.
“Very,” he adds accusingly.
“She’s probably grown a foot since the last time you saw her,” Stick chimes in. “So wait, what the fuck? I thought I was supposed to pick you up tomorrow morning at the airport.”
“Well, I already had all my stuff ready to go, so I thought I’d get an earlier flight and surprise you.” I tell him. “When I realized you guys weren’t at home, I remembered you said you hang out here a lot, so...here I am. Surprise!”
“Well, you got me. I thought I was seeing things for a second there. Where’s your luggage and everything?” he asks, looking around.
“Oh, I left it hidden by the house,” I say.
“Are you tired?” Stick asks, “Want to head back home?”
“Umm...” I steal a glance at West. He’s looking at me impassively, one eyebrow slightly raised. “Yeah. Maybe that would be a good idea.”
“Come on then,” Stick says, gesturing to the door. “You still remember how to ride on the back of a bike?”
“I think I’ll pick it up,” I say dryly, following him as he starts toward the door.
“See you back there later,” Stick adds with a nod to West, who nods silently back.
I lock eyes with West for a moment, but can’t read his expression, but he doesn’t look happy. I turn away, biting my lip anxiously. I follow Stick out the front door. His bike is parked around the corner from the alley. He hands me his helmet to wear as he talks excitedly, glad to have me home. I swing my leg over the bike and hold on to Stick as he pulls away from the curb. I can’t get West’s face out of my mind as we ride. Did I seriously just blow my only chance with him?
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