Everett
I sat back in my chair, feeling like a goddamn genius for bringing Brynn tonight.
I'd been picturing an evening full of awkward silences and even more awkward small talk with the occasional dick-measuring contest with Josh thrown in for good measure. But Brynn somehow managed to keep everything smooth and amiable. She was asking questions, sharing stories and just generally keeping up a stream of adorable chatter that made the dinner fly by, and the even better part was that Josh could barely get a word in edgewise. It was freaking incredible. She had the whole table laughing and talking animatedly, and I got to see sides of my coworkers that I'd never seen before.
As I watched her skillfully guiding Josh's dumb-as-a-doornail date through her love of miniature paintings, I sat back, feeling grateful to her for reasons I didn't fully understand. I'd been attracted to her forever, but I never realized how much I liked her too.
When the desserts came out, she squealed and clapped her hands, then made some funny, self-deprecating remark about her addiction to sweets that I filed away for future use. Then she leaned over to me with the wickedest grin on her face. "I'm really glad I decided to use you tonight," she whispered under her breath as she cut a piece of her cake and lifted the bite to her mouth. And, with her eyes trained on mine, she closed her lips around the fork.
Perhaps it was the bourbon I'm been drinking a little bit too quickly. Perhaps it was the fact that all the blood rushed out of my brain and down to my cock. Or perhaps it was the way her blue eyes sparkled the exact same color as a bright sapphire dress she was wearing. I'm not precisely sure what made me feel like I could get away with leaning forward and taking her fork from her hand, but I did it anyway.
She watched me as I cut a small piece of cake and lifted it to her lips, then pulled it back.
"You want more?" I asked her, holding the fork just out of reach.
She wrinkled her nose adorably. "What are you doing?"
"I want to know how badly you want it."
"Rett!" She swiped at me with her hand. "Give me my cake!"
"Say please."
"You're a jerk."
"Perhaps," I grinned. "But I still want to hear you say please."
She bit her lip, eyes flashing at me, and my cock throbbed painfully. Then she licked her lips as her eyes flicked down to the waiting cake. "Please," she breathed.
I had to dig my fingernails into my thigh as she opened her mouth. Her blue eyes held mine for a moment, before she closed her eyes and slid back into her seat.
I tugged at my tie in a desperate bid to get more air.
"Can I have my fork back now?" she asked. Was her voice slightly higher? There was definitely a pink tinge to her cheeks that hadn't been there before.
"You know what you need to say," I told her.
She closed her eyes again, and then opened them, peering out at me from behind the curtain of her lashes. "Please," she said again, this time with no more prompting.
Something exploded in the back of my skull. Quickly I handed her the fork and twisted back in my seat, facing away from her before I lost control completely and bent her over the table in front of everyone. I closed my eyes to try to steady myself, but the image of her bent over like that, her hair coiled in my fist as I drove into her, made me snap them back open again.
She was still eating her cake next to me, completely oblivious to what she was doing to me. She had to be, because why else would she moan a little with every bite?
"Oh my God," she groaned, pressing her hand to her belly as she scraped that last crumbs across her plate. "My dress is going to burst off of me."
I gripped the table for a moment. She had no idea. She couldn't.
I looked back at her and let my eyes fall down the line of her dress and then back up again. "I wouldn't really mind that," I said.
"Mind what?" she asked.
I leaned forward. It was a risk brushing her hair back from her neck, but I needed to touch her. "If your dress burst off of you," I told her.
She widened her eyes.
"I don't think Josh would mind either," I said quickly, gesturing over to where Josh was still watching her, blatantly ignoring his date. "He's been staring at you instead of his own date all night long."
I looked back at her, loving the way her cheeks turned just the slightest shade of pink, like she was barely trusting her embarrassment. "Thanks for making me look good," I told her sincerely.
She lifted her chin. "You can make it up to me by dancing with me," she said, poking her tongue into the corner of her cheek.
My overheated blood nearly reached its boiling point. I leaned over and took a long, steadying sip of my drink and sat back in my chair.
"Really?" I sighed, feigning nonchalance even as my whole body went into overload at the thought of dancing with her. "Jesus, you drive a hard bargain."
Her eyes twinkled. "Remember," she teased, leaning forward and resting her hand on my leg. "I missed my prom, McCabe."
"That's right," I sighed. "You did, didn't you."
She nodded, and her fingers flexed a little. Just one more centimeter and she'd be brushing the head of my cock through my pants. She was so perfect it was agonizing.
She reached over and grabbed my drink, then held my gaze as she finished it and the slammed it down on the table. Awestruck, I watched her stand up and extend her hand to me. "Fucking dance one dance with me here," she ordered me. "I finally made it to the country club."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, fine, you win," I told her, feeling like I'd won something myself.