Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“You ready?” she asks.
“Yeah.”
We head across the lot toward the entrance, adorned with twinkling fairy lights. Moore’s Restaurant is an upscale place. A rustic-chic place with seasonal American fare, unique wines, and craft beers, courtesy of yours truly, and outdoor seating. It’s not the fanciest joint—you have to head into Saint Pierce for fancy-schmancy—but it’s cozy, with an intimate ambiance due to a single candle on each linen-covered table.
“Paxton, Hartford, it’s so good to see you,” Willow Moore says with a shy smile. “Want a table, or are you going to the bar?”
Willow’s older brothers run this restaurant. It’s been a staple in our small town, and it’s also one of our longest running accounts. We grew up with the Moore’s and they’re stand-up guys.
Willow’s a few years younger than us. Every once in a while she comes into Atta Boy. I don’t know her story, but I can tell she has one. It’s not my place to ask her private questions, so it’s always just been casual pleasantries.
“Hey, Willow. We’re going to sit at a table tonight,” I say, placing my hand on the small of Hartford’s back.
Willow smiles. “Let me check to see what I have available.” She heads back into the dining area while we wait at the front.
A sense of pride rushes through me when Hartford shivers at my touch. I pull out my phone and open the app for the vibrator. This is going to be fun. I press the On button, keeping the vibrations on low, and let it go for five seconds.
“Oh,” she says, widening her eyes as she stares at me. “It’s going to be difficult to keep a straight face. What if everyone knows I’m getting off? What if I go all When Harry Met Sally in here?”
“Can’t wait to see that.”
“What’s the name of the app? I’m going to download it too.”
I turn on the vibrator again for a few seconds. “I’m in control here, so don’t say things that will cause me to have a twitchy finger.”
Yep, I like the feeling of power rushing through me right now. It’s fucking hot, and she already looks a little flush from it.
Willow returns. “This way,” Willow says, grabbing menus off the hostess station.
We follow her, and I’m grateful for this small break from staring at Hartford. I can’t get enough of staring at her tonight. Maybe it’s because I know she’s wearing the vibrator in her panties. At the thought of that, my mind wanders into uncharted territory. What do her panties look like? Cotton? Lace? Thong? Boy shorts? So many possibilities that have me practically drooling, wanting to discover what’s underneath her dress.
Once we sit down, Hartford opens her menu and I study the nine different modes to choose from in the app. I want to start slow, so I hit the first one.
“Oh damn,” she whispers, lifting her brown eyes to mine. I swear they darken the longer I keep it turned on.
Fuck.
The waitress comes over to our table, and I switch it off. We place our drink order, two Crab Daddy Pale Ales from Atta Boy Brewery, and the server brings them back quickly. Once we place a quick order of salmon for Hartford and a steak for me, we’re left alone.
An awkward silence descends over us, and our eyes lock as she bites down on her bottom lip. It’s sexy as hell and makes my dick pulse.
I switch to the second mode and she squirms in her seat, biting down harder on her lip. Neither of us is willing to break the eye contact we have. There goes rule number two. My blood pumps through my veins at a rapid pace.
“Feel good?” I whisper.
She nods, a soft pink hitting her cheeks at the admission.
“You want more, Hartford?”
We’re surrounded by sexual tension and it doesn’t matter to me that we’re in a crowded restaurant. The possibility that someone could catch us only adds fuel to the fire that is burning within me.
Hartford moves again and lets out a soft moan, causing my dick to press against my zipper. It’s hot, and I’m incredibly turned on seeing the pleasure on my best friend’s face.
I switch to the next mode and she clutches the edge of the table so hard her fingertips turn white.
“Paxton,” she breathes out.
Hearing her say my name while she’s experiencing pleasure has me reaching down to adjust my cock, but I’m not close to being done with her. I want to tease her. I want to watch her face while her orgasm crashes over her when she least expects it.
Pink stains her cheeks as she shifts in her seat. “Oh,” she whispers, closing her eyes.
Fuck, this is more intense than I imagined. In the best possible way. Watching her experience this ecstasy is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.