Jamie laughs. “Let’s do dinner next week—the four of us.”
“Sounds good,” I say over my shoulder while breaking for the door with Aila laughing beside me.
“See you next time,” she yells in a sing-song manner, waving frantically at all three ladies who have stopped dancing to laugh at me.
“Can’t wait!” Jamie, Marcy, and Debbie call back right before we’re out of earshot.
* * *
I drive way faster than I should to Aila’s house, pulling into her driveway and shutting down the engine. I’m out of my seat and opening her door before she can unbuckle her seatbelt.
She laughs and shakes her head at me.
I shrug, a slight blush hitting my cheeks. “I suppose rushing you out of there was rude, but what you said disrupted all the blood feeding my brain.”
“Temporary insanity?”
“I’ll apologize later.” I take her hand and help her out of the truck, pushing her up against the door and claiming her lips for everyone to see. The world needs to know she’s mine, starting with her neighborhood. Tomorrow, I’ll work on spreading the word and claiming what is mine by taking her out and showing her off often.
She moans, scraping her fingernails down my chest. “I want more.”
“Let’s go inside, so you can sit pretty for me.”
“Sit pretty?” She raises her brow and leads me into her house.
Chuckling, I pull her back against my chest, nuzzling her neck as I inch her skirt up. “I’ll show you, but first, we have to get these tights off.”
When my fingers caress the flesh under her skirt, I suck in my breath. “These aren’t tights?”
She shakes her head. “Thigh highs.”
“You mean to tell me I could have been sliding my hand up your skirt unimpeded all night?”
“If you had tried…” she sings.
“Fuck me. I won’t make that mistake again.”
As soon as we’re inside, I kick off my shoes and pull my shirt over my head.
Aila stops what she’s doing, her eyes wide. “Holy shit.”
“What?”
“You’re built like an extra from the set of300.”
I chuckle, lowering myself to my knees on the shag carpet in the living room. I reach up under her skirt and slide her panties down her legs, looking up at her face as she stares down at me, her mouth plump and well-kissed. Once she steps out of them, I lift her skirt, pressing kisses to the tops of her thighs, glimpsing her pretty pussy shaved bare for me. She runs her fingers through my hair as I slide my tongue over her exposed sex, but I need her open wide for me because the first thing I plan to plunge deep between her slick lips is my tongue.
I take her hand and lean back until I’m on my ass, pulling her down with me. “Sit on my face.”
Her jaw falls open. “What?”
“Sit on my face.”
“I can’t. I’ll smother you.”
“You won’t.”
She shakes her head and plops down on the floor beside me.