Page 13 of Lesson In Honesty
That husky laugh hummed over his skin. “Now why does that sound like a challenge I can’t refuse?”
“The deeper you dig into what makes her tick, the more challenges you’ll find.” He watched Sierra inch her way to her goal, sneaking up on Fordham’s blind side to reach for the bottle of wine on the sleek stretch of wood. “Sex is a serious business for her, and she requires a hell of a lot of trust in place before she steps out of her comfort zone. My special girl,” he murmured, more to himself than his companion.
“You love her very much,” she noted. “I’d say she’s a lucky girl.”
Not so lucky, he thought with a wince as Fordham turned and bumped lightly into Sierra. The wine bottle, in mid-pour, slipped from her hands, spilling pale liquid as the neck tilted downward.
With both shot glasses cupped in one palm, Fordham grabbed for the bottle, startling her into leaping back at the sudden move.Her feet went out from under her; Ford’s fast thinking switched his grab from the bottle to her arm.
Glass thudded harmlessly on the carpet; a couple glugs of wine spilled from the almost empty vessel.
Depositing his drinks on the bar, Ford gently grasped Sierra’s other arm and balanced her on wobbly legs. She took a hasty step back, nearly went down again, and Ford righted her a second time. When she didn’t recoil a third time, he smiled.
Picking up one glass, he turned and lifted it in question toward Liam, asking permission.
Poor little minx was sheet white and shaking, undoubtedly waiting for someone to come over and shout at her for being clumsy. Ordinarily, Liam would’ve been on his feet, rushing over to save her, but he was curious to see how she’d rebound—or crumble—from the mishap.
With a nod, he gave Ford the okay.
Sierra took the glass tentatively, shoulders hunching as she sought reassurance from Liam with haunted eyes. When he smiled and mimed tossing back the shot, she squeezed her eyes shut and obeyed.
Violet laughed quietly; the grimace as Sierra swallowed whatever was in the glass could’ve curdled milk.
Fordham retrieved the empty bottle from the carpet and tossed it in the recycling bin behind the bar. Calm, collected, he selected another bottle, opened it, and poured a glass before Sierra stopped spluttering.
Efficiency—always a good quality in a Dom.
Talking to Sierra all the while, Ford quickly cleaned up the spilled wine with a cloth from the bar. By the time he finished, no more than a minute or two, it wasn’t hard to see the alcohol was already taking effect on the little minx.
“Such a lightweight,” Liam commented, knowing he’d be carrying her home.
“I think she’s a bit starstruck,” Violet replied.
It shocked Liam how easy it was to sit and talk to the mistress after so short an acquaintance. He understood how Sierra felt Violet resembled Connie—there was the same motherly, distinctly compassionate vibe that Avalon’s mother hen exuded.
Easy, but nice to have a friend so soon.
Sierra flushed bright, beautiful red and giggled as Ford picked up the wine glass in one hand, offering her his arm as gallantly as any historical gentleman hero. Ducking her head shyly, she tentatively slipped her fingers through the crook of his elbow, following him like a doting puppy when he headed in Liam’s direction.
“I don’t believe you’ll have any trouble finding a third to play with her,” Violet pointed out, “if that’s what you decide to do. She’s a beguiling little thing, whether she intends to be or not.”
That was a resoundingnot, Liam mused. She was going to be mortified once her inhibitions returned, especially if he told her how she was gleefully swinging on Fordham’s arm as she skipped along beside him.
“Vodka?” Liam asked when Ford was in earshot.
“Only the best,” was the smooth reply. Ford offered Violet the glass, then gently pried Sierra’s fingers from his arm and transferred her to Liam. “I didn’t get a chance to properly introduce myself earlier—Fordham Dewitt.”
“Liam Carradine.” They exchanged handshakes. “This troublemaker is Sierra.”
“Hardly a troublemaker.” Ford grinned when she slithered onto Liam’s lap, plastering her body against his and planting a kiss on his mouth. “Alcohol is definitely not her friend. It might just be yours, though.”
Oh yeah, she was… affectionate under the influence. No holds barred, public be damned, hornier than a rhino affectionate.Depending on the amount she drank, the period of brazen intimacy might last anywhere from an hour to all night.
Her busy, busy hands snuck under his shirt, aiming for his belt. “Hey, Daddy.”
Cock punching into her seeking grasp, Liam clenched his teeth, snagging her wrists before she exposed him to two pairs of amused eyes. He hissed between his teeth when her nimble fingers latched onto him through the denim. “Sierra.”
She stroked the outline of his dick, leaning into him until her mouth was on his throat, just above his collarbone. Lips sealing to his skin, she sucked and hummed simultaneously, riding his thigh to her own internal rhythm.