My Cone and Only (King Family #1) - Susannah Nix Page 0,73
cleared the stage, I waded into the crowd on the patio, which had swelled and grown rowdier as the night wore on. Someone thrust a beer into my hand as I greeted a few people I knew. I let myself be pulled into a conversation with a couple of Matt’s friends, but my eyes kept going back to Andie, who was still sitting next to Evan fucking Thayer.
Eventually some of the college students came over to talk to us, including the girl who’d been flirting with me. Her name was Hannah and she was way too young for me, but that didn’t stop her from draping herself all over me—to the obvious chagrin of one of the dudes in her friend group.
I knew Andie was watching us and probably going out of her fucking mind, but this was what we’d agreed to. Although I made damn sure not to give Hannah any encouragement or let her attentions go too far—rules were rules, and I wasn’t about to violate Andie’s trust—I needed to maintain the charade of being single in order to avoid raising suspicion.
After a few minutes, I took pity on Hannah’s poor moping guy friend and extricated myself from her company. As my gaze wandered in search of my next destination, I saw Rain get up from her table, leaving an empty seat on the end right next to Andie.
I still hadn’t greeted her yet, and since I’d always made a point of saying hi to her in the past, I headed that way. After a whole night of keeping my distance, I needed to be close to her and talk to her, even if it was just so I’d have an excuse to stare at her for a few minutes.
Sliding into the empty spot on the bench next to Andie, I draped my arm around her shoulders. “Hey you.” After our self-imposed time apart, that simple, casual touch both soothed me and set my heart racing. I’d missed her so much it felt like one of my own limbs had been removed.
She’d been talking to Evan and doing her best to ignore me, but now she turned and let me pull her in for a casual hug. “Hey you.” Her voice was low and subdued, with an edge to it like she was straining to keep it even. I could feel her reluctance to cut our hug short as sharply as I felt my own.
“Hey, Wyatt.” Evan leaned around Andie to give me a half-hearted nod. The guy had been chasing her forever and was clearly not thrilled to have me here competing for her attention. I might have mustered some sympathy for him if he hadn’t just spent the last hour cozying up to my girlfriend.
I released Andie and returned Evan’s greeting before my gaze found its way back to her again. Her expression was hard to read, and my brow furrowed as I studied her. “Everything okay?”
Her leg shifted subtly to press against mine as she offered a restrained smile. “Great. How about you? Having a good time tonight?”
“I’ve had better.” I shrugged as I pressed my leg back against hers. “I’m hoping it’ll improve later.” My plans for later involved fucking Andie senseless, preferably after tying her up and lavishing attention on every beautiful inch of her body—but no one other than the two of us needed to know that.
Before Andie could say anything else, her friends Megan and Kaylee started talking to me, and I was forced to direct my attention across the table to them. I offered them a slightly more subdued greeting than usual as I kept my leg pressed up against Andie’s.
I was so distracted by thoughts of what I wanted to do to her later that when her hand squeezed my thigh, I nearly jumped out of my seat. Recovering, I schooled my expression as Andie’s fingers curled around my leg to touch the inseam of my jeans.
Heat erupted in the pit of my stomach as her hand slid higher, and I leaned forward to rest my crossed arms on the table and hide what was going on in my lap. As Andie casually chatted with her friends, her hand steadily inched up my leg, out of sight.
My whole body clenched in anticipation as she neared the painful hard-on in my pants. Wanting it—needing it—despite the risk of getting caught. The sense of danger heating my blood and making me want it even more.