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"So, Wyoming..." It's Jack speaking again. "Was it your first time to ride a plane?"
"No, it wasn't my first time." Aidan leans back against his chair but keeps his hand on my knee.
"Do you have a passport?" Harold asks. "Do you even think of getting one? It's not like you can afford international travel."
"I have a passport, yes." Aidan's fingers start moving up my thigh, and I feel hot and cold all at the same time.
"Where did you go to college?" Harold goes on to ask.
"I'm not sure people from small towns bother with college," Jack says seriously. "It's not like they need a degree for playing cowboys."
The whole table laughs again, and even though the sound still sickens me, I'm far more bothered by the way Aidan's fingers have found their way under my dress.
Assholes.
They're all assholes, men and women alike, and...ooooooooh my Goooooood.
As Obnoxious and Co. continues on with their insults, Aidan goes on with his seduction, and breathing alone becomes a struggle as his fingers graze the insides of my thighs.
Drinks are served. The insults get worse. And I...find myself no longer able to care.
Nothing matters now.
Nothing else except for the way my sex is now aching and soaking wet, with Aidan's fingers inching closer and closer but never quite touching—-
I bite my lip hard in an effort to control myself, but it's hard. The ache inside of me just keeps getting worse. And I just want him so, so bad—-
"Bill's here," I hear Jack declare.
I squeeze my eyes shut.Keep it together, Raffi.
"But don't worry, man," Harold sneers. "We won't make you pay a penny."
The night's about to end. You can do this.
"We don't think you can afford it anyway," Jack taunts.
You can do this, you can—-no, I can't, I just have to—-
I jerk forward in my chair, hard enough to make the table rattle a bit, and I can see that Aidan even looks a little stunned as the sudden movement causes the distance between his fingers and my throbbing sex to disappear in an instant.
Finally!
His fingers are now on my sex, and it feels so, so, so—-
Aidan yanks his fingers off.
No!!!!
He shoots to his feet and pulls me up with him. "I'm sorry," he says roughly. "But we have to go."
I choke out a laugh when I see the wild look of lust in his gaze.
Serves you right, Wyoming Keanu!
Jack tries to stop us, of course, but because he and everyone else are already drunk, Aidan and I have the easiest time shaking them off, and we're out ofY + Kin moments.
Aidan looks at me, asking abruptly, "Do you have a car?"