Page 88 of Whiskey and Regret

“Apollo, you can take a break. You don’t have to be on guard right now.”

“No thank you, Senator Freeman.”

“Seriously, Apollo. We’re at the governor’s house. He has his own security. Come hang out with us. Navy looks lonely,” Xari said. Her voice was a tempting song that made Apollo glance at the empty space beside Navy.

“I’m fine, Xari. You’re so embarrassing,” Navy huffed.

“How? You and Apollo like each other. I don’t understand why neither one of you has made a move yet.” Xari fixed her hands to her slender hips then waited for an explanation from her sister.

“This is so unprofessional,” Navy muttered, tucking an errant lock of hair behind her ear. She was like her little sister when she got flustered. The tops of her golden cheeks turned pink.

Watching their sibling dynamic was interesting, to say the least. Navy was a typical older sister, being astute and mature while Xari was the problem child.

My flame.

“Senator Freeman, would you like a glass of whiskey?” A soft voice came from behind me. I spun around to see a woman holding a tray with a bottle of Jameson whiskey on it and four glasses. No artisanal ice but it was fine. The Jameson alone had me hooked.

“Sure, thank you.” I nodded with a polite smile.

“I’ll take one too,” Xari said. I shot her a look that she challenged with a narrow-eyed stare. She plucked a glass from the tray and curled her fingers around it while never breaking eye contact with me.

I took a long drink from my glass, then put it down on a nearby table. After Xari knocked back her first gulp, I gripped her bicep. “We need to talk now.”

“What did I do?” She squeaked as I hauled her out of the room.

“You’re not even twenty-one,” I growled under my breath once we were in the hallway.

“So? We’re at a house party, Senator Freeman. Calm the fuck down.”

“At thegovernor’shouse, Xari.”

“I’m sure that motherfucker has coke and pills in some of these rooms.” She craned her neck, looking at the rooms off the hall. I followed behind her when she dipped into a room not meant for visitors.

The darkness swallowed her as she walked inside but I still saw the sway of those damn hips and that perfect ass. I’d probably follow Xari to the ends of the earth as long as she walked in front of me.

Bonita, Bonita, Bonita…

The shadowy blackness of the room and the whiskey flowing through me pushed me closer to Xari, reaching out to grab her hips with my fingertips. A silky laugh slipped from her lips as we both fell into the blackness of the room.

We stumbled into a corner and I dropped my head, finding her soft lips in the dark. She tugged on my tie, drawing me in even closer because she couldn’t get enough of me. We were on the same page when it came to the addiction holding us hostage.

“Not here in the governor’s mansion, Evander,” she giggled when my lips, tongue, and teeth found her neck. I’d been dying to sink my teeth into her neck. To mark her.

“Any time, any place…I don’t care who’s around,” I sang a line from Janet Jackson’s wildly famous songAny Time, Any Place. I knew Xari’s eyes lit up because I could feel her smile. My deep voice buzzed against her skin.

“I can feel your hand, moving up my thighs,” She sang back as I inched her dress up. She had a soft voice that could have easily paved her way as a singer. What couldn’t Xari do? “Skirt around my waist…” Her voice trembled as I turned her around so that her ass was against me. “Wall against my face.”

“Now I’m going to sing that song every time I fuck you,” I whispered as I pulled her wet panties to the side.

“It’s a nice song to get dick to. I’m not mad,” she grinned over her shoulder as I freed my cock and let it slap against her warm ass.

“It is. Now keep your sexy mouth shut while I give you what you want.”

“You know me so well, Evander.” She moaned right before I pushed inside her waiting, hot pussy. My eyes fell shut as I thrust in and out. I drank in Xari’s quiet panting noises and dug deeper knowing it would make her moan louder.

“Fuck,” I hissed in her ear. “Your pussy is so goddamn good.”

“It’s yours,” she said without a fight.