Taming Her Past - Protecting Her Future: BBW Erotic Romance (Hearts of Heroes Book 2) by Rayne O'Gara

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    “You’re running low. Want another?” Sofie asks.
    I giggle loudly shaking my head. “No, no, no. Limit reached. How yous not drunk?”
    “Rob taught me how to drink smarter not quicker.”
    “Good thing for him,” I say. “Oh I don’t want to pass out on your couch. What’s the time?”
    She laughs and checks her wristwatch. “Late. If you don’t want to crash here, ask Luc to take you home. I’m sure he would.”
    “He’s still here?” I ask, trying to sound innocent. Of course I know he’s still here. I can’t keep my eyes off him.
    Relaxed and lounging on some lawn furniture on the patio, I watch Luc in a gaggle of guys by the back fence. They gravitated to the coolers full of beer.
    “Honey, I’ve sat here and watched your eyes dress and undress that man a hundred times. I know you know he is very much still here. And if I know him, he won’t leave until he knows you’re safely home.”
    I blush at being caught. My eyes are naughty. The rest of me wants to be naughty too.
    “Go ask him for a ride,” Sofie nudges.
    I narrow my eyes at her and my brow raises.
    “I know what you’re doing,” I warn her.
    “So? Whatcha’ going to do about it?”
    This time I groan aloud and Sofie laughs at my pain.
    “Going to go ask Detective Hottie for a ride home.” Mumbling a ‘matchmaking busybody’ under my breath, I stand. Throwing my hands out for balance, the world tilts and I almost topple to the ground. I give myself a few minutes to get my head straight before walking, slowly, over to the circle of guys.
    Luc is standing opposite me, leaning up against the wooden fence. His face doesn’t look happy. At me for walking over or at the loud man talking? As I get closer I figure through the alcohol vale the man is the cause.
    “It’s probably shriveled up and dust by now. It’s not healthy! A man can’t go without sex for a year, it’s unnatural.”
    “Maybe for a manwhore like you, Jim. It’s Luc’s choice not anyone else’s.” Will steps in for Luc against a douche who is now named Jim. Wow, what a thing to talk about. A whole year? Luc?
    Ignoring the warning glares from most of the group, Jim continues, “No seriously, can you even get it up anymore?” he laughs.
    Enough of this.
    “Oh it works,” I interrupt loudly, making my voice carry. “I can and will attest to Luc’s full working order. He’s long, strong, and knows how to use it.” I start walking over to him while talking. His surprised face makes me bolder.
    “I want more,” I say before plastering my body against his. My hands tangle into his soft hair and I pull him down to me. Our mouths meet hard. I open to give him immediate access. I’ve tasted him before and I want it again. His hard cock presses into my stomach. I moan into his mouth and press harder into him.
    Arms wrap around me and hold me tightly. His hand skims up my back to grasp the nape of my neck leaving tingles in its wake. Another hand squeezes a handful of my ass. His long fingers brush close to my soaking pussy.
    Guffaws and clapping starts to come through but I don’t care. I’m touching Luc. Kissing him. The world spins around me before I feel the hard wood from the fence post against my back. He switched our positions.
    The kiss slows and gentles before he leaves my lips. We breathe heavily in unison. He leans down pressing our foreheads together and brings both hands up to cup my pinkened cheeks.
    “How much you drink, baby?” he asks softly.
    “Luc?” I don’t want to stop. Why did we have to stop?
    “I taste the tequila.” He pulls his head away to look me in the eyes. “How many?” he asks again.
    “I lost count,” I admit.
    “Come on, let’s get some coffee in you. Sober you up a bit before I take you home.”
    He makes to let go of me but I snag my fingers into his belt loops stopping his motion.
    “I don’t want to be sober. Too much thinking. Why do I have to be sober?”
    “Because,” he says before leaning in