Blame it on the Champagne (Blame it on the Alcohol #1) - Fiona Cole Page 0,67
as I did. “I didn’t get to see. He was behind me the whole time. But he felt big and so, so good. Big like you imagine Austin to be.”
“Damn,” she said again. “I bet your poor vibrator is getting a workout.”
Nova choked on her water. Raelynn slapped her on the back but kept going.
“Will you please just fuck him. For us. We know you want to.”
I curled my lip and was a second away from crossing my arms and stomping my feet. “I don’t want to want to.”
“But you do want to,” Raelynn exclaimed, pointing her finger at me victoriously.
“I’m definitely done with this conversation.”
“But I’m so interested to know.”
I wanted to blame the liquor in my veins for hearing the familiar deep voice. Like my imagination conjured the rough rumble that haunted my dreams. But the words stroked down my bare back, heating my core—too intense to not be real.
That and Raelynn’s brows trying to merge with her hairline as she focused over my shoulder let me know this was no figment of my imagination.
Twenty-Two
Vera
I whirled around, coming face to face with a perfect row of black buttons I followed up to a strong neck into dark scruff that led to his full, smirking lips. After lingering there for too long, I finally met his eyes, dark pools of even darker promises just waiting to be fulfilled.
“Ho—How long have you been here?”
The real question was how much he had heard.
Actually, the real question was why he was here, but my mind stumbled over itself, trying to process the situation.
“Not too long. I’d say I walked in just in time.” He scanned me from head to toe, his examination like a finger’s touch, leaving fire in its wake. “That was some impressive…what’s that word called? Twerking? Nova looked a little uncomfortable, but I’d be happy for you to perform that dance on me any time.”
My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped open. The world swayed, the lights flashing in a blur around me, all focusing in on Nico’s smirking face.
“Oh my god.” The least intelligible words, but all I could manage to mutter in my drunken shock as I tried to imagine what he saw. As I was unable to not imagine what he suggested: me dancing for him.
“I taught her all she knows,” Raelynn chimed in, pulling me from the image.
“How did you find us?” I asked.
He glanced over my shoulder, and I followed his gaze to a wincing Nova.
“You little tattletale,” Raelynn scolded with a tiny shove.
Nova, completely unrepentant, rolled her eyes. “It’s for your own good. You sure as shit weren’t giving up your driver’s phone number, and I know Vera’s passcode. It was the only way to stop us all from vomiting in some back alley with a homeless man who would ask us if we wanted to live in his box.”
“That was one time,” Raelynn defended.
I snorted, vaguely remembering that night. It’d been fun. At least until that moment. I wasn’t sure which had been scarier, the homeless man threatening to keep us in his alley forever or Austin storming down the street and taking us home in the chilliest silence ever.
“One of many,” Nova said.
“Nova’s never going to forgive you for that,” I managed to get out through my drunken giggles.
If I remembered correctly, Nova had been his favorite.
“Fine,” Raelynn caved. She crossed her arms and lifted her chin like a princess who knew she was wrong but wouldn’t admit it. A princess with ample cleavage perfectly displayed in her low V-neck.
I fully expected Nico to be staring at her chest—hell, I was. Instead, I found him looking at me, his smile gone and a look of cautious curiosity, like he was doing a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out but couldn’t wait to see it all together.
“Silver lining is that Vera gets to deal with the man picking her up this time, and I kind of like that he overheard her admit she wants to fuck him.”
“Raelynn fucking Vos.”
Now it was my turn to glare, Nova’s turn to laugh, and Raelynn’s turn to shrug unrepentantly. We made a hell of a group.
“I love you, bitches,” Nova announced, hopping down off the stool. She wrapped an arm around us both and smacked a kiss to our cheeks. “Now, let’s get the hell out of here. Nico can only take his eyes off Vera when he’s watching us banter. Seriously, it’s like watching a cat watch a tennis game. Hilarious,” she announced.