“And you’re going to jump right over it.” She pins me with a soft loving smile that has my knees feeling like jelly. “You always do.”
I groan and follow her into the first club. We sit together in VIP, and Sophie orders us drinks. As we sit, she closes the space between us and kisses my neck. “What are you thinking right now?”
“That I’m the luckiest guy here,” I say honestly before taking a drink.
She narrows her eyes at me, then pokes my chest. “Nope. There’s something bothering you. What is it?”
I sigh and shake my head. “It’s fine, sweets. We’re going to have a fun night.”
She climbs into my lap. “I love you. I’m not looking for anyone else, Gunner. I don’t even notice anyone else when I’m with you guys. Any of you.”
“I know.”
“And I’ll keep telling you. Over and over. Until you believe it.” She kisses me softly. “And even after you believe it.”
“Have I mentioned that I love you?” I groan.
“You did mention that you would dance with me.” She takes my hand and pulls me towards the dance floor. “I expect you to follow through.”
And we dance and dance. Her body rubbing against mine in sinful ways that make me want to bundle her up and take her home since she’s too good to fuck in a club’s bathroom. We make it through four clubs before my knees start screaming.
I pull Sophie closer anyway, linking my hand with hers over her belly as she wraps her other arm around my neck, looking back at me as our bodies move together. She closes her eyes, but the smile on her face, the cleavage offered up to me, her bare thighs catching the colored lights, and the warmth of her body on mine is a drug that demands satisfaction.
Groaning, I drag her outside where I can breathe through the lust and hunger in my belly. She laughs as she stands with me against the wall in the biting night air. She tugs my hand and flashes another smile.
“VIP is fun.”
“Only the best for you, sweets.”
“That’s good.” She fists my shirt in her hands. “Because you’re the best.”
I groan and kiss her hungrily, pulling her closer as I palm her ass. She giggles and draws back, catching her breath after a moment of making out. I brush her hair from her face. I can feel the alcohol sloshing in my belly, and based on how giggly she is; she’s drunk too.
“I think we need food,” I murmur.
“Nothing fancy. I want low quality, incredibly unhealthy breakfast food.” She decides.
I chuckle. “And I want you cooking naked when I get home tomorrow.”
She bites her lip then leans closer to me. “Then I’d be on the menu, and you’d lose your whole appetite.”
“Oh no. Because of you, I’d be twice as hungry.” I promise.
She giggles and tugs me towards the waiting town car. We head to some chain breakfast place and slip inside. She laughs as she sticks to the vinyl booth. I sneer at the laminated menu and shake my head.
Sophie makes a soft squeal of a sound and bites her lip. “Oh my god. I haven’t had this in so long. I clearly need the cupcake pancakes and a milkshake.”
“You’re going to be in a sugar coma by the time we get home.”
“You have ways of keeping me up.” She gives me those damn “fuck me” eyes over her menu.
I smirk. “You’re the one who keeps things up.”
“Things?”
“Maybe one thing.” I chuckle.
We order, and she stirs her water with her straw. “So, Gunner …”