Drunk Girl's Fantasies Bundle: 3 Short Story Collection (Restless, Reckless & Rowdy) (The Intoxicating Trio) by Lily Evans Page A
Authors: Lily Evans
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keep my mouth firmly closed. Let me amend that. I keep my mouth closed for approximately three seconds until my tongue peeks out again to wet my suddenly dry lips and my teeth start to worry my bottom lip nervously.
“Stop that,” he growls.
My eyes flash, and not a good way flash. Well maybe just a tad in a good way; the rest of the way is pure unadulterated anger at his high-handedness and manhandling.
“Let me go, Jake,” I murmur softly because that’s about all I can manage at this point.
“Not happenin’, sweetheart.” His voice deepens to an even more masculine growl, his lips quirk up on one side. “I hear you’re doing well.”
His change of topic confuses me for a moment, so it takes another moment for my brain to process what he just said. “Who have you heard that from?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
“My parents.” He shrugs. “Your Parents. I told you we have dinner sometimes when I’m in town.”
“Oh.” My brow furrows. “I know you’re doing well. See you on TV all the time.”
“I’ve been kept informed of your life, Georgie Porgy.” I watch his eyes smile.
“Please stop calling me that.” I close my eyes and sigh as waves of pleasure wash over my body. I remember that smile. I remember what it means. I know I’m in big, big, super-duper big trouble. With a capital S-D-B-T and for good measure a dollop of whipped cream and a glistening shiny cherry on top with a stem long enough to actually tie in a knot with your tongue.
I take that moment to count to ten and crack open one eye only to find that sexy, cocky grin still plastered on his face. “What now?” My words come out husky and once again I want to kick some sense into myself.
He shakes his head and kisses my jaw, nibbling and licking down my neck. My pulse beats madly against his lips as he cups my breasts. I shudder and go soft all at the same time. His mouth and hands pure bliss and just what the doctor ordered.
Ahh …now I remember why I’m here. Operation Jake Mitchell Fuck Fest.
My nipples are so tight they ’re poking out through the thin material of my dress. As he begins playing with them I let out a soft moan and strain against him. He rubs his cock against me as his hand begins skimming down my body making its way to the hem of my obscenely short dress.
“Where’d they go?”
I groan when I hear Ashley’s loud voice just when we’re getting to the good stuff. I know what she’s trying to do. She’s trying to warn me that they’re on their way to our hiding place.
Jake lets out a strangled groan.
“Why are you asking me, I was in the restroom with you, duh?” Hailie retorts sarcastically.
Their good-natured arguing makes me smile and once again I try to jerk away from him. “Step back, Jake.” I place my palms flat against his chest and push once again but it does no good. “Come on Jake.”
He shakes his head in amusement, his arms tighten around me and he’s silent for a beat. “We’re not done.”
“Oh, there you are,” Hailie yells stumbling to a stop as her and Ashley round the corner. “Ooh…”
My back stiffens as they round the corner. “Move,” I grit out close to Jakes ear. Fuck, why does he have to smell so damn good? When did race car fumes, oil, and gasoline become an aphrodisiac? Unfortunately I know the answer to that. The minute Jake Mitchell sat behind the wheel of one of those damn cars and pushed down on the gas pedal. I draw in a deep fortifying breath. “Jake please,” I say quietly, almost begging.
He stares down at me; his eyes deepen to a brilliant emerald.
“We’re not interrupting anything, are we?” Ashley’s hand is over her mouth stifling a giggle.
Thank God. I let out a deep exhalation of relief at their interruption.
Jake takes one step back, dropping his hands from bracketing my head against the wall and takes one
“Stop that,” he growls.
My eyes flash, and not a good way flash. Well maybe just a tad in a good way; the rest of the way is pure unadulterated anger at his high-handedness and manhandling.
“Let me go, Jake,” I murmur softly because that’s about all I can manage at this point.
“Not happenin’, sweetheart.” His voice deepens to an even more masculine growl, his lips quirk up on one side. “I hear you’re doing well.”
His change of topic confuses me for a moment, so it takes another moment for my brain to process what he just said. “Who have you heard that from?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
“My parents.” He shrugs. “Your Parents. I told you we have dinner sometimes when I’m in town.”
“Oh.” My brow furrows. “I know you’re doing well. See you on TV all the time.”
“I’ve been kept informed of your life, Georgie Porgy.” I watch his eyes smile.
“Please stop calling me that.” I close my eyes and sigh as waves of pleasure wash over my body. I remember that smile. I remember what it means. I know I’m in big, big, super-duper big trouble. With a capital S-D-B-T and for good measure a dollop of whipped cream and a glistening shiny cherry on top with a stem long enough to actually tie in a knot with your tongue.
I take that moment to count to ten and crack open one eye only to find that sexy, cocky grin still plastered on his face. “What now?” My words come out husky and once again I want to kick some sense into myself.
He shakes his head and kisses my jaw, nibbling and licking down my neck. My pulse beats madly against his lips as he cups my breasts. I shudder and go soft all at the same time. His mouth and hands pure bliss and just what the doctor ordered.
Ahh …now I remember why I’m here. Operation Jake Mitchell Fuck Fest.
My nipples are so tight they ’re poking out through the thin material of my dress. As he begins playing with them I let out a soft moan and strain against him. He rubs his cock against me as his hand begins skimming down my body making its way to the hem of my obscenely short dress.
“Where’d they go?”
I groan when I hear Ashley’s loud voice just when we’re getting to the good stuff. I know what she’s trying to do. She’s trying to warn me that they’re on their way to our hiding place.
Jake lets out a strangled groan.
“Why are you asking me, I was in the restroom with you, duh?” Hailie retorts sarcastically.
Their good-natured arguing makes me smile and once again I try to jerk away from him. “Step back, Jake.” I place my palms flat against his chest and push once again but it does no good. “Come on Jake.”
He shakes his head in amusement, his arms tighten around me and he’s silent for a beat. “We’re not done.”
“Oh, there you are,” Hailie yells stumbling to a stop as her and Ashley round the corner. “Ooh…”
My back stiffens as they round the corner. “Move,” I grit out close to Jakes ear. Fuck, why does he have to smell so damn good? When did race car fumes, oil, and gasoline become an aphrodisiac? Unfortunately I know the answer to that. The minute Jake Mitchell sat behind the wheel of one of those damn cars and pushed down on the gas pedal. I draw in a deep fortifying breath. “Jake please,” I say quietly, almost begging.
He stares down at me; his eyes deepen to a brilliant emerald.
“We’re not interrupting anything, are we?” Ashley’s hand is over her mouth stifling a giggle.
Thank God. I let out a deep exhalation of relief at their interruption.
Jake takes one step back, dropping his hands from bracketing my head against the wall and takes one
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