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“Make her a caipirinha,”
“You’ll like it,” he adds when I angle my head, treating myself to a cursory look. Ah, shit...
I’ve crossed paths with many handsome m...
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He’s handsome in a hair-raising, nail-biting kind of way. Not a cover model type. I doubt any magazine would feature him with the long scar running from his jaw to his eyebrow. His nose, slightly crooked at the bridge, must’ve been broken at least once in his life, and he’s got a small scar over his top lip. As far as scars go, this one might be the sexiest one I’ve seen.
My body reacts with a throbbing pulse between my legs. What sorcery is this?! Sweet Lord... theory confirmed. Instant lust is valid.
I remained unaffected. Until... now.
can already picture him kneeling before me, his mouth on my clit, big, calloused hands holding my hips.
“Run along, Hayes,” she spouts,
Greek,” Theo says, ignoring Cassidy’s obvious irritation. “Thalia. One of the nine Muses. Kalós orísate[1].” “Den písteva poté óti tha ákouga elliniká stin Kalifórnia[2].”
excited, omorfiá[3]. I only know a few words.” Omorfiá coming from his lips has my senses igniting like sparklers. It means beauty in a very whole, all-encompassing way.
“Choke on your beer, Hayes,”
“He’s a Hayes, babe. Hayes brothers don’t do girlfriends. You’ll be better off staying away from all seven of them, Thalia. You’ll know a Hayes when you see one. They’re not hard to spot in a crowd—dark hair, tall, toned lookalikes. The three youngest ones are identical triplets.”
clears her throat, features pinched as if she’s struggling to get the word out. “Logan.” Ah... so Logan is the one she holds a grudge against.
“They golf every Sunday. Triplets are seventeen, so don’t worry about them much.”
“I see you liked the drink. Did Cassidy tell you to run for your life yet?” “She used different words, but I guess you could say that.”
“Why aren’t you?” I glance at my feet, prompting him to do the same. “Have you seen a woman run in five-inch heels?” “No, but I won’t mind a demonstration.”
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“Are you subtly saying I should run or wondering if I’ll fall on my face before I reach the door?”
“Jokes aside, I don’t know Cassidy well enough to tru...
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“Which means you don’t trust ...
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“I believe Vegas is just five hours away. How drunk do I need to get you before you say I do?”
You’d be surprised how many middle-aged men would gladly go down on one knee for you.”
on me.” “That’s sweet, but—” “But nothing, Thalia. Smile for me, say thank you in Greek, and join your friends. Cassidy’s so red she might spontaneously combust.”
“Efcharistó[4].” I grab the drink,
“Oh. My. God!” Amy squeals when I hop on my stool, draping my bag over the back. “Do I need glasses, or was that really Theo Hayes hitting on you?” “He didn’t hit me!” I exclaim a touch too loud.
“I guess I misunderstood that...” I say. “Can you explain?” “I said he was hitting on you, not hitting you, girl.”
“Oh, right. Sorry, I mix up words sometimes, and I don’t understand all the slang phrases. Does that mean the same as making a pass at someone?”
“Yeah, babe, it does. Theo was definitely making a pass at you. He’d eat you out right here, right now, if you’d give him the green light.”
“How about I buy you a drink?” I glance over his shoulder toward the bar. My insides heat for the second time this evening. Theo’s casually leaning against the counter, a glass of caipirinha next to his beer. Quick, intelligent eyes look straight at me, grazing his thumb along the seam of his mouth again, and the sight of him staring at me with such volatile intensity makes my knees weak.
“Don’t be like that, señorita. It’s just one drink. You’re so fucking hot... is it a sin I want to get to know you?” Why is everyone’s first guess that I’m Spanish? I step back and spin around. “Get to know me or get inside me?”
“One doesn’t rule out the other, baby girl. I’m Asher, an—”
“And I’m not interested.”
“Thank you for the gravely compelling offer, but as I said, not tonight.”
“Let’s agree we won’t fuck tonight.” He cuffs my wrist, yanking me close enough that my nose brushes the crook of his neck. “Can I buy you a drink now?” “You do know there are plenty of willing girls out here tonight, right? Look around! You’ll find one who’ll want your dick, just be patient.” “I want you.”
“I hear you Spanish girls are fiery.”
closer. “Baby, you couldn’t handle me if you tried, but I’ll make you a deal. You can have me any way you want tonight if I can ride those sweet lips.”
“Before we leave, you should know just one thing, stud.” I rise on my toes, speaking in his ear. “I’m on my period.”
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glimpse of his mouth falling open, then close and open again—a fish out of the water.
he must have a vivid, disgusting image flashing before his eyes. I think he’ll throw up. “Bye, bye.” I wiggle my fingers in a childish wave, leaving him stunned and searching for his tongue.
“What did you tell him? He looks horrified.” “I played nice, mostly. He didn’t understand no, so I used my weird sense of humor.” “He’s not looking for a wife, huh?” “I didn’t ask. I told him he can have me tonight since he asked oh so nicely. I also said I’ll ride his face.”
“I might’ve added I’m on my period.”
Nico chokes on his whiskey, breaking into a coughing fit that prompts
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Theo a smile when he eyes me with a look of utter disbelief. “What? I’m not really on my period. He should’ve listened when I said no three times in a row.” “You’re cruel, you know that? You ruined the best fucking thing in this world for that guy. He won’t tell a woman to sit on his face for a long time, if ever.”
“He will,” Nico says, bringing me back to reality. “No man in his right mind will forfeit eating pussy. He’ll check she’s not on her period first, though.”
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“Dance with me, omorfiá.”
The way her body fits pressed against mine, the intoxicating, disorienting, fucking exhilarating smell of plums, peaches, and some sweet flower in her perfume... it’s too intense. This entire evening is too fucking intense.
body caught my eye first... her thick curls did. I never saw curls tighter than hers. She has so much hair I’d struggle to grasp it in one hand. Her body is a sight to behold and as if that’s not enough, she’s confident, sensible, and funny in her own special way: weird, sarcastic, and a little inappropriate, but I’m here for it.
No wonder. She’s beautiful—a powerful magnet drawing attention, commanding the room. My arms circle her waist, my hold almost possessive, sculpted with one goal in mind, to convey a message: she’s with me, so back the fuck off.
“You need a break,” I say, my chest tight. “I need a break.”
The smooth curve of her neck glints with a mist of sweat, begging for attention. Add the sweet scent of her perfume to the equation, and I’m barely stopping myself from dipping my head and tracing a line of open-mouthed kisses up to her ear. I wouldn’t stop there. More kisses would come, higher, lower... everywhere.
Thalia drank half, then made me drink the rest. Sharing a glass, pressing my lips against the rim in the same spot her lips were seconds earlier... that was intimate. We’re intimate. This whole fucking evening is way too intimate, period.
