Placing my fingers over his lips, I cut him off, "There's no need for apologies, Nicco. Save the words for when they matter," I affirmed. Dropping my fingers, I kissed him firmly on the mouth, now hoping to infuse my feelings for him and not whatever doubt had crept in during the past hour.
"Wait," Sax started, a look of panic on his face. Curious, I turned to him and arched my eyebrow. I'd always wanted to make the gesture but I'd never been presented with the perfect scenario.
"Yes?"
"How are you getting home?"
It came out more like a bark, and the deep rumble traveled through me and hit me right in the clit. Body shudders rushed through me for a second as I closed my eyes and exhaled, trying to control the tremors. When I regained my bearings, the smirk I found staring back told me he'd noticed and was feeling very smug about it. Well, I guess he could. His damn voice made me want to throw my panties at him. Add in his danger vibe, the caveman tendencies, and his sexy as hell beard, and I was officially a goner.
"I'll get home the same way I got here."
This time, it was my turn to be coy and I winked. Knowing what I was referring to, Nicco chuckled and exited the booth, so I could scoot out after him.
"Fucking hell, spitfire. You're wearing that."
Turning on my boots, my skirt flared out a little, and I smiled mischievously. It felt nice to bring the sexy beast to his knees, figuratively. Grabbing my phone, I sent a quick text to Nat asking for a rescue. I knew she'd be along soon. So, with one last kiss to Nicco, I batted my eyelashes and blew a kiss to Sexy Sax and sashayed my ass right out of there.
Or, you know, to the stairs at least, and then Beau walked with me out front until Nat pulled up. Nicco had to keep up appearances, and I didn't trust myself with Sax. He'd have me up against the wall with his cock buried deep before I even remembered my name. He had that look about him, I could just tell.
And while the image excited a part of me, and I wanted to give in to it, the other side knew I was about to hit my emotional limit, and any one thing could send me bolting over into the dark chasm. I had people in my life now that I'd started to care about. I didn't want to miss anything. I guess I was using some of my own advice after all. Suppose there was a first for everything.
Spoiler alert—therapists had feelings too, and weren't perfect.
At the end of the day, we were all just trying to get by and make it to the next one. If we could do it with others by our side, life was more enjoyable. So, I chose something different this time. I chose myself.