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Dammit.
A waitress approaches to take our order, and while the guys are focusing on the pretty brunette, my eyes skirt to my obsession beside me. With my hand on her shoulder, I inch her closer. “Kitten,” I murmur.
She twists her lips, trying hard to ignore me.
Now that she’s within reach, though, I drop my hand from behind her and place it right next to her hip, rubbing my pinky against her outer thigh.
She shoots me a look, and I respond with a smirk.
“And what would you like?” the waitress asks Cat.
She orders a coffee and fruit with egg whites.
Grimacing, I place my hand on her thigh and squeeze.
The waitress turns to me next. “And what can I get for you?”
“I’ll take eggs, bacon, and hash browns. And a waffle with powdered sugar and whipped cream on the side.”
I smile at the way Cat licks her lips at the mention of her favorite breakfast food. That is exactly what I was going for. Subtly, I slide my fingers into the space between Cat’s legs. She’s wearing a skirt similar to the one from the day before, and her soft skin beneath my fingers makes me hard as a rock.
“And a mimosa. Anyone else want to have a drink with me? Little Sunday funday?” I say with a teasing glint cast in Cat’s direction.
Cash and Frank shrug since they aren’t old enough, and Carter sighs. “I mean, YOLO, right? Make that three mimosas,” he says as he nods in Cat’s direction. “You could use one. You seem stressed. Sure you’re okay?”
The waitress takes that as her cue to exit, and Cat shrugs. “I’m fine.”
Deftly, I skate my pinky up between her thighs to the spot where my head was buried only two hours ago. I lick my lips at the memory. She wants to react—to tell me to stop, or maybe to tell me to move a certain way—but she takes a deep breath and keeps herself steady. A fucking goddess under pressure. I love it. When I brush against her panties, she hisses a breath, but I cover it with conversation.
“What’s new at James Liquors?” I ask Cash since we all know Carter has no idea.
Cash rattles off information about their newest malt, the pride he has in his family’s business evident even at the ripe old age of eighteen. It’s too bad Carter doesn’t show as much interest. Cash will likely be the easy choice when it’s time to hand over the reins of the company. I can’t imagine letting the opportunity slip away. I have two older brothers, and I don’t give a fuck how old they are. Hanson Liquors will be mine. I’ve spent years watching every move my father makes, carrying out every one of his directives. There’s no way I’d let one of them run it.
Why doesn’t Carter have the same fire?
Not that I honestly care right now. Skirting Cat’s panty line, I watch her reaction from my periphery, then sink into her warmth. As suspected, she’s soaking wet. And I’m so close to giving away what I’m doing when the waitress returns with our mimosas. I can’t keep my hand where it is when she holds out my drink to me, so I regretfully slip out of her warmth to accept the glass.
But I can’t help but tease my girl a bit more. My eyes locked on Cat, I dip my pinky into the drink and swirl it before sucking it into my mouth. “That’s delicious,” I say, then tap my drink to hers.
Cheeks flaming, she hides behind her glass and mouths, “Deviant.”
I raise my eyebrows to hers in acknowledgment. “And you love it,” I mutter.
“Love what?” Carter says.
“Mimosas. What’s not to love?” Cat quips.
Carter takes a sip and nods. “Sure, tastes like orange juice but makes my meeting with Pa this afternoon less stressful.”
“Meeting with your grandfather today?” I ask.
His lips form a flat line and his eyes dull. “Yup, he wants to talk about my future.”
The conversation turns as Carter really has no interest in discussing business, and soon, plates are being set in front of us. I don’t miss how Cat gazes longingly at my waffles.
“I think I ordered too much,” I say, leaning back in the booth. With my arm, I nudge the plate the waffle is on toward Cat. “I’ll need a nap if I eat this all myself. Help yourself.”
The soft smile she gives me in return is one I pocket. I’m stealing so many things from this girl—firsts, moments, smiles—and I don’t intend to give any of them back.
