Time to Bounce (Carter Brothers #6)

Chapter 17

This is not the summer for organic deodorant.

— Gable’s secret thoughts

GABLE

“ What are you doing?” I laughed as I watched her unroll her napkin and place it on the booth’s bench she was about to sit on.

“ This dress rides up,” she said.

Oh , I knew that.

I was currently watching her bend over the booth we’d just been shown to, and I could almost see the lips of her sex.

Fuck .

That might be sort of an exaggeration, but it wasn’t far off from the truth.

“ Yeah ,” I chuckled. “ It does.”

“ And I don’t want my bare pussy sitting on this bench that so many people have sat on,” she continued.

Bare .

Pussy .

Did she just say bare pussy?

She sat down before I could ask, then looked up at me with an innocent look on her face.

That dress.

That . Fucking . Dress .

I’d never seen anything so sexy in my life.

If you didn’t study it closely, it looked pretty tame. But the closer you inspected, the more the detail of the lace popped, and allowed you to see that the lace, and only the lace, was covering all the vitals.

There was a bit more lace in the areas where you’d be looking harder, but still, if she moved just right, I could make out the dusky brown of the edge of her areola.

But that was only if she moved just right, and I was staring hard.

Which , admittedly, I was doing.

Staring .

Hard .

Definitely hard.

“ Would you stop staring,” Athena laughed as she opened her menu.

I don’t know why I took her out to eat.

I should’ve taken her home to fuck her in my bed.

I should’ve marched her right back into her home and fucked her there before leaving.

I should have…

“ If you don’t stop looking at me like that, you’re going to have to fix a problem very soon,” she grumbled.

When we’d gotten here, I’d made her sit on my side of the booth, with me blocking her from the rest of the room.

Not that anyone was really paying attention, per se.

There was a live band tonight at one of my favorite burger joints, and the last thing they cared about was me or Athena .

Apparently , the band was pretty popular.

I could give no less of a shit about the band, the burger we were about to order, or the drink I was going to consume.

All I kept thinking about was getting Athena home, into my bed, and doing dirty, dirty things to her.

“ Why is this place so…” She frowned. “ Old looking?”

“ The owner is a friend of my dad’s,” I said.

“ That’s why you got in here when there was a band playing that everyone in the Dallas Metroplex wanted to see?” she questioned.

“ Yes ,” I winked. “ But back to the place looking old, Barney doesn’t like modern conveniences. He has no cameras, no TVs , no nothin’. He told me once that the reason he wants it bare bones like this is because he wants people to come here and actually enjoy who they’re with. He doesn’t like seeing couples on their phones. Look at the bottom righthand corner of your menu.”

She did, and her mouth fell open. “ A fifty-dollar charge to anyone who uses their phone while they’re here?”

“ Yep ,” I confirmed. “ He’s serious about it. He wants everyone to enjoy their life and get their noses out of their phone. He thinks we’ve become too dependent on them, and that we forgot how to experience life without the constant feedback from a device.”

“ I tend to agree with him,” Athena admitted. “ Life seemed simpler when I was younger. People didn’t expect to have access to you twenty-four-seven.”

“ Your mother?” I guessed.

She wrinkled up her nose. “ I ripped down every camera wire in the house, and some that weren’t camera wires.”

I grinned at her.

The band started up and Athena had to move closer to me to hear what I said next.

“ Anyway , back to Barney . He loves everything about this place and makes it what he wants to make it. And people fuckin’ love it because it’s the best food in the area with great prices, and even better bands,” I said over the din of the band warming up.

“ So there are no cameras at all?” she asked, and there was something about the curiosity in her voice that had me sitting up a little straighter.

“ No ,” I leaned in close. “ Why are you asking that?”

Her hand went to my thigh and started to move up.

My heart started to pound.

“ No reason,” she chirped.

I would’ve had something more to say to her, but the waitress came back to the table with our drinks then sat down and leaned into us as she yelled at us about what we wanted to order.

I gave my order, Athena gave hers, and then she took off.

I looked down at Athena and wondered if her earlier comment about being bare was accurate.

Sure , earlier when she’d launched herself at me off the top steps, I’d definitely felt some bare ass when I’d caught her, instinctively putting my hand over her to keep the douche who was looking at her so intently from seeing anything important.

But I’d just assumed she was wearing a thong.

Was she really wearing nothing?

The curiosity was killing me.

I’d been thinking about it nonstop and I wanted the answer.

Plus , she’d almost just given me the green light to find out.

Hadn’t that been where she was going when she’d asked about the cameras?

The lights over our heads dimmed severely, leaving just enough light to see your table and your companions at your table, but nothing else.

I could see several people using their phones to see their menus, which would’ve normally had me laughing had my cock not been so damn hard.

My hand went to her thigh, and she instinctively parted her legs for me.

I moved my hand up higher, then closed my eyes when I felt the bare lips of her sex against my fingers.

“ Fuck ,” I growled.

She leaned into me, burying her face between the booth and my shoulder, and widened her legs farther.

She was wet.

Really wet.

And it took absolutely nothing to slip my pinky into her pussy and pause.

“ Jesus , baby,” I growled, turning my head so that my mouth was next to her ear. “ Why are you so wet?”

I knew why.

I’d tasted her earlier, gotten her worked up with a few licks of her pussy, and then left her hanging.

There was no wonder she was wet.

But this wet…

“ You don’t know why?” She reached for my arm and dug her fingernails in, not to get me to let go, but to hang on tighter. “ But let’s just forget the part about you licking me and leaving me. Let’s think about other things, like what happens when we’re together and we’re in public.”

That was true.

It was like we couldn’t quite control ourselves, no matter where we were.

Public seemed to be the way we expressed ourselves.

And tonight, obviously, was no different.

As a police officer, I shouldn’t condone this.

But I’d always had this kink.

I’d always wondered what it would be like to have sex in a public place, and now I knew.

It was intoxicating.

Then again, it might be because of who I was with, and not exactly where I was.

I pulled my pinky back and twisted my wrist, burying my middle two fingers deep inside of her.

She nearly came off the damn bench when I curled my fingers and made that ‘come here’ motion inside of her.

She gasped, her teeth coming out and latching onto the meat of my shoulder.

“ Oh , sorry!” the waitress appeared, making me momentarily berate myself for letting myself get so caught up in what I was doing at this table, that I didn’t pay attention to what was going on beyond it. “ But we’re out of flaming hot sauce for your fries, sir.”

I looked over quickly to find her distractedly writing something on her pad of paper. “ We’re also out of fry sauce, and all seasoning. Anything else you’d like instead?”

I started to speak, but had to clear my throat before saying, “ Just regular fries are fine, please.”

When the waitress still didn’t look up, I made the motion with my fingers again, causing Athena to clench onto me both with her teeth and her pussy.

The waitress disappeared with a murmured ‘okay’ and I went back to what I was doing.

This time keeping an eye on the crowd as I worked Athena closer and closer to the edge.

I could feel the spongy pad under my fingers rippling with each flick, and I knew that she was close.

“ I’m gonna come,” she mewled only loud enough for me to hear.

Then again, she probably could’ve screamed it and no one would’ve been the wiser.

The band was really picking up speed now, adding the guitars and drums in.

No one would hear her come.

No one but me.

I twisted my thumb to the bundle of nerves just above my thrusting fingers, and she moaned.

That moan turned into a tiny yell as she fell apart all around me, soaking my hand.

It was by far the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed.

“ Are you ready to hit it hard, Dallas ?” the man at the mic yelled.

I was more than ready.

Athena slumped beside me, her breath coming in pants, and I reluctantly extricated my hand from between her legs.

I had to use my own napkin to clean up my hand, causing her to blush.

“ I don’t know what the hell that was,” she breathed, eyes wide and panicked.

I leaned in, caught her face with my free hand, and said, “ That was what I wanted to happen.”

And it was.

Didn’t every guy want a woman who responded so beautifully to his ministrations?

She leaned forward until her forehead was against my lips, and I dropped a kiss onto it before letting her go.

The lights went even lower, and Athena said, “ Dance with me?”

I could deny her nothing.

She pulled me out onto the dance floor, but into the very back corner of the room.

I was about to ask her why she didn’t want to go closer when she stepped up onto a small step that put her a little under my height, and said, “ Now I can see.”

I grinned, stepping up behind her and pulling her to my front. Her ass brushed against my still-hard dick, and we both froze.

“ Sorry ,” she whispered.

I pulled her in closer, my cock pressing against her backside and said, “ It’s this fucking dress.”

“ Is it?” She wiggled her butt.

I closed my eyes as I tried to get myself under control.

When I opened them again, all the lights were out, even the ones over the tables, and the only lights in the room were the ones over the stage.

We were in complete darkness.

We were…

I felt her small hand reach between us and start working on the waistband of my pants.

My heart started to pound, and I didn’t move a muscle as I let her work my cock free from my pants without unzipping or unbuttoning them.

It took some maneuvering, but eventually I popped free of my confines.

She shifted my cock between us, and soon I found myself pressed against her entrance.

“ This is one of my favorite songs,” the man said. “ I wish I’d written it.”

A slow number started to play, and Athena pushed back, urging me to take her.

I used the rhythm of the song to work my cock into her pussy.

Despite her just coming, I was big, and she was small.

Things didn’t just fit unless you finessed them.

But we were both determined, and soon I was fully embedded inside of her, and the music was pulsing around us.

It was a good song to fuck to.

It had a lot of bass, and it was slow, and the man’s voice was singing about making love in the dark with the woman he loved.

I felt like I was living the song.

There were a thousand people all around me, but it felt like we were in an empty room all by ourselves.

She swayed and ground against me, and I held onto her hips and pulled her in tight, not wanting her to lose a single inch.

We were making love, pure and simple.

It was more tantric—rhythmic—than any of the sex we’d had before.

It was… everything.

My hand drew up to press against her throat, my fingers on her pulse point.

Turning her head I kissed her, our tongues tangling, and our panting breaths mingling.

“ This is the best song ever!” I heard someone say.

I opened my eyes to see a couple had come fairly close to us, both of them dancing together and unaware of us and what we were doing.

I felt Athena’s breath catch, and then her pussy clenched.

She liked that they were close.

She liked that they might catch us.

“ You’re so pretty,” I murmured into her ear. “ You stretch so nicely around my cock. Like every inch of you was made for every inch of me.”

Her pulse picked up under my fingers.

I kissed her again, slowly this time, and pulled away just long enough to growl, “ Come on my cock like a good girl.”

She moaned, very loudly, and did just that.

I followed right behind, unable to stop myself after everything else we’d done.

I pulsed inside of her with soft grunts, filling her up so full that there was no way she’d be walking away without my cum slipping down her thighs.

“ Our food was just delivered to our table,” she said breathlessly.

I looked over at our table and sure enough, our food was there.

“ Let’s go eat,” I suggested, pulling out of her and turning slightly toward the wall so that I could quickly tuck myself back into my pants.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched her hastily slam her legs together and tug her dress down.

My hands at her hips, I helped her down from the step she was standing on and set her gently down on her high-heeled feet.

She tugged on my hand and pointed to the bathroom, but I pulled her back close.

“ Nuh -uh,” I growled into her ear. “ You get to sit like that until we’re at home, and you’re out of that fucking torture device of a dress.”

“ But , Gable , I’ll make a mess.” She looked at me with a pleading look in her eyes.

“ Leave it,” I urged.

She shivered against me but didn’t fight me any further.

When we got back to the table, she made sure to put the napkin down again, and I got a great view of my milky-white cum trailing down her inner thigh.

It was the single hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

Fuck , I was never going to let her go.