The Trouble with Whiskey by Melissa Foster

Author:Melissa Foster
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance
Publisher: World Literary Press
Published: 2022-06-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

BILLIE SHOVED HER hair dryer under the sink and rushed out of Dare’s bathroom Saturday morning, grabbing her underwear and cutoffs and pulling them on as fast as she could. They’d slept until eight o’clock, which neither of them ever did, and then they couldn’t keep their hands off each other in the shower, making her even later to meet her mother and sister for brunch at Grandma’s Kitchen, a diner in town. She quickly put on her bra and snagged her T-shirt from a chair by the dresser, willing herself not to look at Dare as he dried off from their shower. But that was like asking a starving woman not to eat, and she couldn’t resist stealing a glance. Her ridiculously needy body whimpered in desperation as he dragged the towel down his abs, biceps flexing. A slow grin appeared, and he stretched his arms out to his sides, giving her a full-on view of the orgasm master between his legs, which had turned her into a total nymphomaniac. Every time they were close, she wanted to be closer.

He reached down and gave his pleasure wand one slow tug, waking up the sleeping beast. She bit her lower lip. So unfair.

He raised his brows. “You could skip brunch.”

“I can’t. I promised my mom I’d be there. We don’t have breakfast together very often, like your family does, and after what my dad told me about how my pulling away from everyone affected them, I don’t want to let my mom down.”

“Babe, it’s okay. I think you should go. I was only teasing, or wishing out loud, even though I know you need to see your mom.”

She pulled on her shirt and hurried out of the bedroom, scanning the living room for her boots as she plucked the clothes she’d been wearing last night off the floor. Dare had stripped them off her the minute she’d arrived. She looked under the couch and glanced in the kitchen but didn’t see them anywhere. “Dare, do you know where my boots are?”

He came out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of worn jeans that hugged him in all the right places. “You kicked them off, and one hit the fireplace, remember?” He walked over to the fireplace and pulled her boot out from behind the fireplace equipment. “Found one.”

“Thank God.” She ran over to grab it and spotted her other boot behind a pillow on the couch. She snagged it and reached for the one Dare was holding.

He held it high out of her reach, and she glowered at him. “I just want a kiss, darlin’.”

It was hard to be mad when she wanted one, too. She went up on her toes, giving him a quick kiss, and sat down to put her boots on.

“I wish you were riding with me today,” he said.

He was going on a motorcycle ride with some of the guys. She loved riding motorcycles, but she’d given that up, too. She wasn’t afraid of them, but she wasn’t ready to jump on one again, either.

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