Dirty Pucker (Denver Bashers #2)

38. Del

Chapter 38

Del

“ T o Cabo, boys!” Theo raises his shot glass of tequila. “Cheers to a kick-ass trip. And cheers to the start of a kick-ass playoff season when we get back!”

We cheer and tap our glasses together before downing our shots. I grab a napkin from our table at the steakhouse where we’re having dinner tonight and wipe my mouth. Our server drops off roasted brussel sprouts, warm bread, and shrimp cocktail. While waiting for the ladies to join us, we ordered appetizers and drinks.

I check my phone to make sure I haven’t missed a call or text from my mom. I almost didn’t come on this trip, I was so worried about leaving her. But she wouldn’t hear of Dakota or me missing our vacation to fuss over her. She promised me she’d stay at my place while we’re in Mexico. And she promised to call or text me if anything happened.

I exhale and silently tell myself not to stress out. She’s okay. She’s safe. We filed the restraining order the morning after the attempted break-in. And my dad hasn’t come by the house or called mom since then.

I hope with everything in me that he goes away for good this time, but doubt digs at me, like a side stitch. I have a feeling it won’t be that easy.

I ignore the thought, determined not to let my dad ruin this night or this trip.

Theo hands me another shot of tequila, and I down it. I’m in the middle of swallowing when I see the ladies walking into the restaurant. When I catch sight of Ingrid, I choke. My eyes bulge out of my head.

Good fucking god, she looks incredible.

She’s wearing the skimpiest dress I’ve ever seen. Her legs look a mile long and her boobs look like they’re about to pop out of that tiny strapless gold dress she’s wearing.

I thump my chest and cough. Around me, the guys chuckle. Theo rolls his eyes.

Ingrid walks over to me and sits in the chair next to me. The corner of her mouth twitches. She’s clearly amused at the reaction she got out of me.

“Hey,” she says in a playful tone.

My gaze goes straight to her boobs. They’re covered in tiny bits of glitter.

“You look…holy shit. I can’t even think of a good enough word to describe how hot you look,” I whisper.

She giggles. “You think so?”

“Uh, yeah.”

She bites her bottom lip. “I borrowed Sophie’s dress. It’s a little short on me.”

I grip the back of her chair and lean my face closer to her. “It’s a perfect fit, if you ask me.”

Her smile turns smug and giddy and it’s cute as hell.

The ladies order a couple bottles of champagne. While sipping on our drinks and sharing appetizers, we chat about our fishing excursion.

“So who got seasick?” Ingrid asks.

Theo and Blomdahl point at each other.

Maya smiles and rolls her eyes at her husband. “You should have listened to me,” she says.

He slides his arm around her waist and pulls her close. He drops a kiss on her lips. “You were right. I’m an idiot.”

She laughs and runs a hand through his blond hair. “You’re also ridiculously handsome, and that’s why I put up with you.”

Theo pumps a fist in the air. We all laugh. Everyone takes a minute to look over the menu.

Ingrid turns to me. “What are you hungry for?”

I hold her gaze for a second before I glance down at her lap. Her lips part and she gasps softly. Her pupils dilate the slightest bit.

Excitement flickers inside of me. I lean down and pretend to look at something on the menu. And then I lower my mouth to her ear. “Does that turn you on, sweetheart? To know that the only thing I’m craving right now is your pussy?”

A soft moan slips from her lips, but she quickly covers it up with a cough. She sips her glass of champagne, then glances at me. She nods.

“How much does it turn you on?” I whisper.

Her eyelids flutter and she swallows. I watch the movement along her soft, delicate throat.

“A lot,” she whispers back. She looks at me and runs her candy-pink tongue along her lush bottom lip. She raises her hand to brush something on my shoulder and brings her mouth to my ear. “My thong is drenched.”

A low sound rips from my throat. The entire table turns to me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ingrid stifle a laugh as she pretends to study the menu.

“You okay?” Xander asks me.

“Yup. All good. Just really hungry.”

I down more water. The server comes by and takes our dinner order. While we wait for our food, everyone chats and laughs. The whole time, I’m half-hard thinking about Ingrid’s soaking wet thong.

Dinner arrives and I eat, despite the ache in my pants. I catch Ingrid glancing down at my lap, chuckling to herself.

She glances across the table at Dakota, who’s tapping away on her phone. “Are you texting your new guy?”

Theo and Xander whistle. Dakota rolls her eyes.

She looks at Ingrid. “Maybe.”

“Tell us about him,” Xander says.

Dakota hesitates for a second. “His name is Jake. He’s a gym teacher at the school where I work. He played baseball in college. He’s a musician, too. Oh, and he used to live in Seattle.” She smiles at Sam. “How cool, right? You two are from the same city.”

“Yeah, crazy.” Sam’s smile looks forced for some reason.

“What instrument does he play?” Blomdahl asks.

“Guitar. And piano.”

“When we get back to Denver, you should bring him out so we can all meet him,” Sophie says. “We could do karaoke and he can wow us with his musical skills.”

“That sounds fun.” She looks at me. “As long as you promise not to act like a psycho big brother and read him the riot act.”

I hold up my hands and frown. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Everyone laughs. Except Sam. He’s frowning at his filet mignon. He looks annoyed.

He’s sitting in the chair next to me. I turn to him. “You okay?”

He glances up at me and blinks, like I caught him off guard. “Yeah. Steak’s just a little rare.”

I look down at his perfectly cooked medium-rare steak. I frown, wondering what his deal is.

We finish our food. As the server clears our empty plates, Ingrid leans closer to me. She slides her hand on my lap. Just feeling her hand on my thigh is enough to make my dick pulse.

I let out a slow, quiet breath and glance around the table. No one notices us. Good.

She glides her hand higher in my lap until her fingers softly brush the outline of my half-hard dick in my pants.

“I’m in the mood for dessert. How about you?”

The soft purr of her voice, combined with her hand on my lap, is enough to make my heartbeat kick up. I discreetly tuck my cock in my waistband and stand up.

“I’m pretty tired. I’m gonna head to bed,” I say.

“Same.” Ingrid stands up and turns to me. “Walk me to my room?” she asks, her tone sweet.

Everyone says goodnight and we promise to meet in the lobby at nine in the morning so we can all go ziplining.

Ingrid and I walk out of the restaurant together. We’re quiet as we make our way through the resort to her room. We climb the outdoor staircase to the second floor, then stop at her door.

She turns around to me. That teasing smile I love so much appears.

She slides her palm up my chest. “I have a surprise for you.”