I laughed. “You’re such a good friend.”
“I know.” She grabbed a shot and handed me two. “We have sixty seconds before this starts, so hurry and drink up.”
I did as I was told. “Whoa. Those went down way too smooth.”
“Welcome to the dark side, Sage McCoy.” She winked at me, and the announcer’s voice came through the speakers.
“Everyone, please take your seats.”
You know that game where children walked around in a circle and when the music stopped, you had to sit down in the nearest chair. There was always that one person who didn’t get to a chair in time and ended up losing and sticking out like a sore thumb.
Yeah… I’m that sore thumb.
I stood there as if I was standing in front of a classroom completely naked. With all eyes on me, I smiled. Instantly feeling my cheeks burning bright like the morning sun.
“Hi, I’m Sage.” I awkwardly waved. “Anyone’s table need me?”
Out of the corner of my gaze, I saw an arm lift in the air.
“Awesome.” Nervously, I laughed. “I’m on my way.”
I knew this was a bad idea. I was already fucking it up. Bowing my head, I made my way over to the table in the back. Quickly, I sat down, unable to look up at him.
“The timer starts now. You have three minutes,” the announcer stated into the microphone.
Taking a deep, solid breath, I composed myself as best as I could until I heard him say, “I see you’re still a damsel in distress.”
My eyes snapped up, locking eyes with the man I'd least expected.
—Ashton—
Her gaze went wide.
“So I did leave a lasting impression.”
Her stare went wider.
I tried to hide the fact that I was as blown away as she was that we were sitting in front of one another. To say I hadn’t thought about this girl more times than I cared to admit over the years would be an understatement.
She bit her bottom lip, shrugging in a coy yet innocent sort of way. I loved that her hair was still long and framed her pretty face. She looked older, wiser, but still just as fucking shy. Desperately trying to pretend she wasn’t. Her sudden confident demeanor didn’t fool me; I knew what was under that façade. If only I could see what was beneath her clingy dress and lacy bra that was peeking through her cleavage. Her tits were practically on the table like she was serving them on a platter for me.
Since we only had three minutes, I initiated our conversation. I was dying to see if we still had that same witty banter and dynamic that I couldn’t seem to find with any other woman. There was something about her that had never left my mind. I'd placed her on a pedestal, comparing our chemistry to all the women I’d bedded over the years.
I held up my end of the playboy pact.
I was single.
No strings attached.
Never had I fallen in love.
Lust, absolutely. Although, my dick always got bored in the morning.
“I remember you being a little more talkative the last time we saw each other. Cat got your tongue, Sage?”
“Nope.” She shook her head, and I took a sip of my drink, enjoying the look in her eyes as she stared at me. “I’m just trying to figure out why a guy like you needs to be speed dating?”
“I like to offer my services to charity. I mean, come on, who wouldn’t make money off this.” I gestured to myself, grinning at her.
“I see your ego didn’t mature with the rest of you.”
“You should see what has matured.” I winked at her, hinting to my cock that twitched at the sight of her.
Her cheeks turned that shade of red I might have fucked my hand to a time or two or dozen. Again, I lost track. She eyed my drink as if her mouth had suddenly become dry, so I slid it over to her.
She smiled, appreciating the fact that I paid attention to detail. Little did she know, I didn’t do that a lot. Sage took a sip of my drink and choked, triggering my mind to run wild with visions of her choking on my dick.
“Sorry, I’m a picky drinker.”
“I see.” Leaning back in my chair, I rested my arm on the backrest of the seat next to me, finally getting comfortable. This was going to be fun. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like this.
Eager.
Hard.
Thinking of all the ways I could make her come with my tongue.
“So, you’ve always been a pain in the ass?”
She giggled. “Are you flirting with me?” Cocking her head to the side, she pursed her pouty little mouth.
Get ahold of yourself, man. When did you turn into a horny teenager?
“Depends, does imagining your lips wrapped around my cock count as flirting?”
Her eyes widened again before she swiftly recovered. “Typical male. You’re thinking about me servicing you.”
“Sorry, let me be a gentleman. Does my head between your legs, eating your pussy, count as flirting?”
Her mouth basically dropped to the floor, and I loved how much of an effect I was having on her. Most of the time, my Tinder dates didn’t exactly do anything for me other than get me off. There was no courting, flirting…
Connection.
We were both there for the same reason, fucking.
Not that I didn’t show up to this charity event for the good cause; this was for Sawyer’s hospital. He was interning there most nights while his days were filled with med school. I told you he was smart as shit, and his knowledge knew no bounds. I had no idea how he was able to be a full-time med student and work the grueling hours of being everyone’s bitch at the hospital.
At least all his hard work would pay off when he started fingering women for a living and called himself a pussy doctor.
“Any ex-boyfriends I need to ward off tonight?”
“That’s right. You like to be the hero.”
“No, sweetheart. I’m the fling.”
She smirked. “I didn’t have a boyfriend then, and I don’t have one now.”
I smiled, showing her the effect she had on me too.
“You have a minute and a half,” the cock-blocking announcer informed over the speaker.
“Did you at least end up having a good sweet sixteen?”
“Ummm … it was definitely a memorable one.”
I leaned into the table and stared deep into her eyes. “Is it because I left a lasting impression? Cause let me tell you, I didn’t even show you my big move.”
“No?” She leaned in, mirroring my stance, placing her elbows on the table.
Moving in closer until my face was only an inch away from hers, I challenged, “We have a minute left, and I don’t want to spend our last sixty seconds wasting time. I let you get away once, and I won’t do it again.”
Her eyes dilated, taking in every word I was expressing. She wanted it all.
Me.
Being the blunt motherfucker I was, I simply rasped the truth. “I don’t do relationships, but if you’re looking to live in the moment with me, I will happily make you scream my name until you lose your voice from riding my face.”