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“Softer. Which is crazy, ‘cause most of him issohard. Especially his—”

“Piper,” Jake interrupted.

“What? I was just gonna say your abs. Sheesh, perv.”

“Say goodbye, Piper.”

“Goodbye, Piper,” I said, imitating his deep voice. I wiggled my fingers in a drunken wave.

Jake wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we moved through the room. The crowd around us parted like the Red Sea.

“You must be a badass Moses. He had long hair and beard, too. And I think a wooden staff. You don’t have that, but you do have something long and hard and so much better.”

I could feel Jake’s body shaking with laughter. “Funny, that’s not the biblical name you usually scream.”

“If you’re gonna make fun of me, maybe I won’t scream anything anymore,” I huffed.

“That a challenge?”

“Nope. I’m just saying I won’t be screaming, biblical names or otherwise.”

“No, what you’re sayin’ is it’s a challenge. And I’m competitive, baby. I’d rather wait ‘til we get home to win this but if you wanna keep provokin’ me, I’m sure Edge will let us borrow a storeroom.”

I looked up at Jake with wide eyes, but I did it silently.

“That’s okay, we’ll be home soon,” he muttered, looking vaguely disappointed.

By the time we made it outside, my drunken mind forgot to be freaked about the impending screaming. “Soooo,” I sing-songed. “Who ratted me out?”

“Kase about five minutes after you guys got here. Then Edge. Then Felix.”

“Felix?”

“Bartender. Apparently, I owe him and Edge money now.”

“Why?”

“He had to keep tellin’ guys not to bother buyin’ you a drink. Actually, a couple girls, too. He said I was costin’ Edge money and him tips.”

I rolled my eyes. “Guys are so dramatic. And gossipy. It wasn’t bad,” I assured him as I got into the car. “I was getting tired anyway. I just want to crawl into bed and sleep for a month.”

“I’ll get you into bed but it’ll be a while before you sleep,” he said with a wicked grin as he closed the door.

When he got in and started the car, I yawned before resting my head on his shoulder. As he started driving, my hand went to his lap and the sound of his zipper going down filled the car. Jake adjusted himself, allowing me to free his already hardening cock from his pants.

“I’m really tired, though.” I fake yawned. “I think I should put my head down.”

Jake’s voice was soft and sweet. “Okay, sweets.”

Lowering my head to his lap, I took him in my mouth. My drunkenness might have messed with my finesse, but I hoped my lowered inhibitions and enthusiasm made up for it.

Jake’s hips rose up and down to meet my motions. The sound of his deep groans seemed to echo around the small space.

“Play with yourself,” Jake demanded.

My moans joined his as I slid my hand into my pants and panties. Putting pressure on my clit, I moved my fingers in a tight circle. I felt the car jerk to the side before Jake slammed on the brakes and put the gear shift in park.

“Backseat. Now,” he grunted as he threw his door open.