gaze from her and glance toward the kitchen. I need a stiff drink now.
“I’m going to grab a drink and mingle. I’ll catch up with you later,” I tell Kyle. I move through the crowd repeatedly bumping into people and apologizing. My annoyance level is climbing higher and higher by the time I reach the kitchen. I grab the nearest bottle of whiskey on the counter, add some ice to a cup and pour in a hefty amount. I knock it back in one large gulp and immediately refill it. I take my time sipping the second cup full. Maybe I can just hide out here in the kitchen for the rest of the night and no one will be the wiser.
“What did you tell her?” Kenna’s voice interrupts my peace when she walks into the kitchen accompanied by her neighbor Robert. My teeth grit at seeing them here together.
He smiles at her. “I told her it wasn’t up for negotiation and I’m not paying for it. She ran up the credit card bills making online purchases. That has nothing to do with me.”
She squeals, “I’m so proud of you,” before throwing her arms around him. I stand there frozen in place watching, but I want to tear him off her. I have to clench the edge of the counter with a steel-like grip to prevent myself from doing it.
She pulls back from their embrace and my eyes leisurely travel over her long legs that are exposed in her short dress. Jesus, if she bends over she might flash someone. What the fuck is she thinking wearing that? Did she wear this for Robert? I drink down the rest of my whiskey and move to refill it.
“Hi, Derek. I didn’t see you there,” Kenna says.
“Yeah, sure you didn’t,” I reply as I pour more whiskey than I need in my cup.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I turn around and find her standing close to me with both hands on her hips and Robert is nowhere in sight. I place my cup down on the counter beside me and grab both of her arms. I pull her toward me and spin her at the last moment so I have her caged against the cabinets. I move my leg between hers and push her legs apart with my foot. She gasps and clenches my arms, holding on. I lean into her and stop when my lips are against the bottom of her ear.
I place a hand on her leg. “Did you wear this dress for him or for me?” My hand clenches her outer thigh before my hold loosens. I slowly trail my fingers up the smooth softness of her skin until it moves under her dress. I slide my hand around to cup her ass. She has on a thong and it makes me instantly hard as a fucking rock. I squeeze her ass. “Answer me,” I growl.
“You,” she whispers. My fingers skim over to the middle of her ass where the narrow lace strip rests and they slip under the material. I trace it from the top all the way down to where the lace is soaked with her desire. She’s already wet for me. I slide two fingers inside her. Her eyes close and her mouth opens on a sigh. I crash our lips together and explore her tongue with mine while my fingers have her moaning into my mouth. I pull her hips into me and rock her against my cock. We need to stop this before someone walks in and catches us. I slip my fingers from her and lift them to my mouth, sucking all her juices off. I lean down and lick along her bottom lip wanting her to taste how delicious she is. Her tongue snakes out to meet mine and I meld our mouths together. I pull away and caress my fingers over her bottom lip.
“Is that the first time you’ve ever tasted yourself?” She shakes her head and flushes an attractive pink. “Who made you taste yourself?” I don’t know why, but I need to know. She bites on her bottom lip and drops her head, resting her forehead on my chest. I lift her chin with my index finger and stare into her eyes. “Tell me,” I urge.
“I tasted myself.” She looks away and chews on her bottom lip. “When I was…”
I turn her face to mine. “When you were touching yourself?” She nods.
She whispers. “Yes.” It’s so soft I almost