Page 48 of Notes About Vodka (Happily Ever After Hangover #1)

Leigha is a whirlwind of energy. After three rounds of shots, her presence is wild and unpredictable. But she fits right in, cracking jokes and making everyone laugh.

“So, Leigha,” I say, turning towards her. At some point she moved from Laura and sat next to me. “How are you liking New York?”

Leigha rolls her eyes dramatically, swaying slightly. “Oh, it's amazing. I completely understand why Laura is obsessed with the city.”

Leigha has light green eyes and they twinkle as she winks at me and gives me a chest a slight shove with her hand. I smile because I hope I'm part of Laura's obsession.

The conversation continues to flow. Leigha and I exchange playful banter, teasing each other about our drink choices and taste in music. But I notice that Laura keeps a close eye on her stepsister, concern evident.

Leigha suddenly grins mischievously and wraps an arm around me. “You know, we’re twins,” she declares, her words slurred but full of enthusiasm. “L and L. Love and Lust.”

Laura chuckles, shaking her head. “Leigha, we’re not twins. You’re seven months younger than me and my step-sister.”

“Details, details,” Leigha says, waving her hand dismissively. “We’re close enough! I use Laura’s good looks and sweet nature to seduce all the boys who are into her.”

I glance at Laura, who looks both amused and slightly embarrassed. “Is that so?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah,” Leigha brags. “Laura attracts all the pretty ones. I just swoop in and have my fun.” She laughs loudly, causing a few heads to turn our way.

Laura sighs, pushing Leigha gently away from me. “Leigha, stop it.”

“What?” Leigha says, pouting. “It’s true! You’re the angel, and I’m the devil. It’s the perfect combination.”

“Laura, will you please come to the stage,” the karaoke DJ calls over the speaker.

Laura’s eyes widen slightly, and she gives me a nervous smile. “Wish me luck,” she whispers.

“Good luck,” I say, squeezing her hand before she slips away toward the stage.

The crowd claps as she steps into the spotlight. The opening chords of Dreams by Fleetwood Mac float through the speakers, and Laura takes a deep breath before she begins to sing. Her voice, smooth and soulful, fills the room, drawing everyone’s attention.

I can’t look away. The way she sways with the music, the glimmer of her dress catching the light with each movement, makes my heart race. Around me, the bar falls into a hushed admiration.

When the song ends, there’s a beat of silence before the crowd erupts in applause. Laura gives a shy smile, bows slightly, and heads back to the table, cheeks flushed.

“Wow,” I breathe as she sits beside me, “that was incredible.”

“Thanks,” she says, still catching her breath. “I almost chickened out.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” I reply, meaning every word."

The night wears on, and after her third song, I can tell Laura is happy but exhausted, her cheeks flushed from the excitement of performing.

Leigha has moved on to a different crowd, leaving us with a bit more peace.

I look at Laura, taking a deep breath. “So, where’s the after-party?”

She laughs, shaking her head. “You always want to keep the night going, don’t you?”

“Only if it’s with you,” I reply, giving her a playful wink.

“Honestly, I’m getting tired.”

“Want to come back to my place?” I ask, hoping she’ll say yes.

She hesitates for a moment, then nods. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Skipper, Rhea,” Laura asks her best friends, “can you make sure Leigha gets back to our place? Tell Daddy and Barbara that I’m staying with Val tonight. I’ll be back in the morning and we can all go to breakfast before they fly back to Alabama. ”

The cool night air is refreshing after the warmth of the bars as we make our way back to my place. When we enter, I turn on some soft music and dim the lights.

“Your place is always so nice,” she says, smiling at me.

“I’m glad you think so,” I reply, pulling her into a gentle hug. “Happy Thanksgiving, Laura.”

“Thank you, Val, Happy Thanksgiving to you, too” she whispers, resting her head against my chest.

We sit on the couch, talking and laughing about the night’s events. There’s a comfortable ease between us, a connection that feels deeper than just physical attraction. As the conversation lulls, I lean in and kiss her softly. She responds, her lips warm and inviting.

The kiss deepens, and soon we’re lost in each other. However, this time when she pulls away, she pulls me up from the couch with her.

Looking me into the eyes, she says, “Val, I want you.”

I guide her to the bedroom, where we continue to explore this new intimacy. It’s tender and passionate, a mix of emotions that have been building for months.

Her birthday was amazing, but I want to take my time tonight.

In my bedroom, I spin Laura around. Slowly, I unzip her dress revealing her bare back and the tangled scars.

Starting at the nape of her neck, I kiss my way down her back as I let the dress fall to the floor.

Dropping to my knees, I continue pressing kisses along each of her vertebra.

This amazing woman survived so much and she still shines brighter than the sun.

I help Laura step out of her underwear and spin her again. Her glistening, bare sex is directly in front of my face. I lean in and kiss Laura there, too. Wrapping my tongue around her clit, I French kiss her folds. She moans as she grabs onto my hair.

“Val. ”

I’ve never kissed a woman like Laura. Never wanted to go down on a girl. But Laura tastes like honey and strawberries. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.

When she comes from just me kissing her clit, I push two fingers into the soaking mess, curling them to press against her g-spot.

“Val, fuuuucckkkk…”

She pulls me up by my hair, the pushes me onto the bed.

She crawls on top of me, kissing me thoroughly before nipping my bottom lip a little too hard. I lean in, craving more. I’m addicted. The combination of her cherry chapstick and the leftover flavor of her orgasm has me ready to combust.

I can’t stop exploring her body as she undresses me.

Taut, hard nipples in my mouth while she tugs my shirt off. My tongue analyzes each one, the edges, the thickness, the perfection that are Laura’s breasts.

My fingers are gliding in and out of her pussy as my thumb circles her clit while she frees me of my pants and boxers. Now that I know her little button, I skirt the edges, keeping her in limbo from her first orgasm.

Laura loves it, her body melting with mine. When I’m finally naked, I thrust my cock against her clit and she purrs. “You like that baby?”

“Yes, oh, more, please. Val, I need more.”

Laura grabs the shaft, stroking it up and down a few times before she wiggles her way into my lap. Positioning herself above me, I ask, “You really love being on top?”

“Yes, now hush.” Laura captures my mouth with hers. Sinking onto my cock, her sex pulses. Clasping me deeply, she slowly inches downward, taking all of me to the hilt before she releases our kiss in a low, drawn-out moan. Her thighs shake and she hasn’t even moved.

“Holy fuck, Val. You fill me so good.”

“Ride me baby, use me, come on me,” I am literally begging Laura. She begins to move, riding my sensitive, throbbing cock. I want to come but I know I need to hold out.

Think Val, changing kegs, counting the register, Mads wrinkly balls…

My lips find Laura’s nipples again as I sit up, holding her ass and controlling the tempo. Laura puts her hand between us, frantically rubbing her clit as I bite down on her nipple. She grabs the back of my head and comes, hard.

Her pussy grips my cock so hard the orgasm is ripped from me. I spill inside Laura. But I don’t say anything because I’m still so fucking hard and ready for more so I flip her over and onto her knees.

Slamming back home, I thrust deep and hard. Keeping the pace, my dick never dies down. Instead, he is on board with all that is Laura.

She comes again, then again.

Holy shit .

I pull Laura’s face around enough so that I’m looking into her eyes.

“I want to do something different. Where I can really feel you,” I say.

“Yes, Val, please.”

I twist Laura onto the side of her stomach. Keeping her at an angle while I tuck one of her legs under my ass and the other under my armpit. Pushing back into her sensitive swollen pussy, I fuck her slowly.

Using my free hand, I massage her clit. Then, I change hands so I can use the other to massage her ass as I dip a finger into her back entrance. One day I will fuck her here, but not now. Not when I’m about to come in this perfect pussy again.

Speeding up, I let go, losing myself to pleasure.

The bed creaks beneath me and I’m sure my neighbors underneath my condo hate me right now.

But I don’t care because Laura is climaxing again.

Her orgasm squeezes me so tightly I come again.

I’m sure ropes of my cum are coating her insides but I can’t stop.

When we finally calm down, I clean us in the shower.

Crawling back into my bed, I kiss Laura deeply only to end up inside of her while I’m standing and fucking her on the edge of my bed.

By the time we are both finally sated, I’ve come three times and pretty sure I’ve given Laura at least a dozen orgasms. Especially when she’s putty in my arms and twisted around my body snoring as the sun slowly comes up.

I wake up with Laura still in my arms.

She didn’t leave. Part of me was afraid she would take off like she did the other morning.

She stirs, opening sun kissed gray eyes and smiling at me. Today there are flecks of sapphire and a distinct golden wave circling her pupils. Laura’s eyes are my own personal kaleidoscope into her soul.

“Good morning,” she says, her voice soft and sleepy.

“Good morning,” I reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “How do you feel?”

“Happy,” she says simply. “And a little guilty.”

“Guilty?” I ask, concerned.

She sighs, sitting up slightly. “I’m still married, Val. I know it’s complicated, but I can’t help feeling like I’m doing something wrong. And I’m really, really sore.”

I take her hand, squeezing it gently. “Laura, I care about you. And I know things aren’t easy right now, but we’ll figure it out. Fuck Sam. And as for being sore, are you sure. ”

I reach forward, tracing her swollen pussy with my fingers but she moves away.

Laura nods, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. “I want to be with you, Val. I really do. But one, I need another shower, two, I really must get divorced, and three, I think you broke my pussy.”

I laugh, kissing her lips. “Then we’ll make it work,” I promise, kissing her hand. “One step at a time.”