Restless (Drunk Girl's Fantasies Short Story One) Read Online Free

wrapped around a drink that I’ve bought you.”  It’s a statement, not a question which is really hot.  Decisive, demanding, powerful.  Hot.
    “Good answer.”  Damn.  I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Are you always this persistent?”  I cross my arms under my breasts and they push up precariously over the top of my bra.
    His eyes follow their movement.  I look down realizing the globes of my breasts are in imminent danger of spilling which looks to be the precise direction Gage would like them to go.  I lower my arms in a manner I hope doesn’t reflect that I know what he’s looking at and know what he wants.  He grins at my movements and I know I’m fucked.  He must be a damn good detective.
    “When what I want is being difficult.”
    Thinking about his offer for a moment, I look him up and down and shake my head from side to side as if resigned to his offer.  “Fine.”  I reach for my jeans and yank them out of his hand and take a step closer poking him in the ribs with my blood red tipped nail, if you wanted to call it that.  I have a bad habit of biting my nails when I’m nervous.  Even right at this moment I’m resisting the urge to stick my finger in my mouth and gnaw on the ragged edge.  “But you can’t stay in here while I’m changing.”  With my finger still digging into his rib, I push him to the door and reach around him to twist the knob.  He puts out his hand, his palm lands flat stopping me from opening the door further.
    “Ya sure?”  He lifts his hand and sets it at the crook of my neck and shoulder with his thumb rubbing delicious circles over my jaw and my nipples harden.
    My heart skitters and nearly stops as I think about it.  Contemplating whether I’m truly sure or not.  “Don’t push your luck, buddy.” 
    He leans in, wraps one arm around my waist bringing me flush against his hard body and with the other tucks that same wayward strand back behind my ear.  Cupping my cheek before leaning down, he surprises me with a brush of his lips over mine.  A sigh escapes me as I shiver beneath his touch. 
    He steps through the door right before I slam it shut, calling, “Later darlin’.”  An obvious smile in his voice as he walks, no I take that back, saunters arrogantly past Hailie and Georgia whose heads swivel and follow his exit.  Who can blame them, his ass is round and taut and delicious looking.  Man, I want to take a bite out of that piece of flesh.
    I groan, step back in the room and slam the door.  As soon as the door is closed tightly, I lean back against it.  My belly curls and heats sweetly in anticipation making me grin.  So caught up in the delicious tingles that are still floating willy-nilly throughout my body, I jump as loud knocks reverberate at ear level.  Stepping away from the door, I slowly open it and peek through the thin crack.  “You are not fucking coming in here.”  Fuck, I sound breathless.
    “OMG!”  Georgia cries on a loud whisper.  “Let us in, crazy girl.”  Both girls push through the door. 
    I didn’t think Hailie’s smile could be any bigger.  “Spill.  Spill.  Spill.”
    Turning my back on my soon to be two ex-best friends, I head to my bag bending over to scoop my T-shirt off the floor and begin to peel myself out of the barely-there lingerie.
    “So,” Hailie continues.  “What’s up with hotness?”
    “Yeah,” Georgia seconds, perching on the edge of the velvet stool that sits in front of the vanity. 
    First things first, I finish dressing and once I slip my feet into the hot pink flip flops I brought because I knew my feet would be killing me after dancing around in those fuck-me heels.  After planting my hands on my cocked hips, I throw a glare at Hailie and not to be partial, I turn it full-force on Georgia as well.  “You guys planned this, didn’t you?”
    Hailie turns in a half circle to glance at Georgia before either one says a word, then she turns back to me and mumbles, “We