Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

"I found her. But you can apologize later, I have other plans for her" I say to Alex, and head toward my sexy target. Her dark hair is loose on her shoulders, and she lifts it up every now and then.

As soon as I walk up to the chattering couple, planning to snuggle up behind the slender back, stupid Lera spoils it all. She shrieks and throws herself at me with a hug.

"Matthew, you're awesome! I was so cheering for you. Congrats on the win!"

Marina turns around and rolls her eyes at the blonde's outburst. I do the same thing mentally, but in reality I slap the chick on her ass.

"Thank you, gorgeous. Get me a drink, baby"

Lera flies eagerly toward the kitchen, finally leaving Rie and me alone.

"How was the fight?" I ask, glancing at the glass in the girl's hand.

Brandy again? I take her hand in mine and bring it to my face. I sniff the scent in my nose. Whiskey.

"Interesting. But I was cheering for your opponent, unlike Lera."

"Oh, yeah? You must be very upset about him losing."

"Yeah. I cried in the bathroom for an hour, and then Sergio comforted me. Now I'm enjoying the party."

Talking about a snotty guy offends the ear. Did he really comfort her or is she lying? I can't tell from her face. She knows how to keep an expression of complete indifference, bitch.

"He probably didn't comfort you well enough if you drink and can stand up at all. After me, you' d be lying there with your legs spread, unable to bring them together."

I drop my eyes to her shirt, where two nipples stick out from underneath. Is she so turned on by our talk?

"Go to hell, Matthew," Having noticed the betrayal of her own body, Rie turns around to run away. I grab her by the waist and throw onto a nearby couch. The girls, on which the brunette falls, squeal indignantly and slide apart.

Marina shakes the splashed whiskey off her hands and angrily pulls back the collar of her shirt, which is covered with the remnants of alcohol.

"Damn, are you out of your mind? I'm all sticky now!"

"It's fixable!"

I grin, squatting down in front of her. I take her wet hand by the wrist and run my tongue over the droplet-covered palm. Her huge eyes stare at me in a frenzy.

At first I put her one finger in my mouth, then the other, feeling my dick tearing at the taste of her skin on my tongue. Marina's chest begins to rise rapidly, revealing that she definitely likes my tongue.

I want to do the same with her nipples. I'm sure they're sweet.

Someone is burning a hole in the back of my head, I can feel that.

"How about a smoke?" Sergio doesn't seem to like the fact that I'm the one licking the babe if he interrupts my foreplay.

I raise my head at him, and at that moment Rie comes to life.

"What do you smoke?"

"A lot of things. There's heavier stuff that'll blow you away, and then there's the lighter options."

"We'll make it light. Don't bring synthetics," I tell him."

"Why not? I remember you used to like to get high," He says, arching his eyebrow conspiratorially, alluding to the time when I got hooked on wheels.

"Times change," I reply in an icy voice, after which he should have no more questions in this direction.

Sergio is a smart guy. He disappears quickly and comes back with joints of marijuana. He hands it out to the girls while I'm distracted by Dan who suggests I take part in the next race. One of the racers has gone overseas, and now he needs a replacement. I haven't raced in a long time, mostly just for fun, but now I agree. In six months of absence, I want to catch up with everything I was deprived of.

When I return to the sofas set up in the center of the living room, I see Rie just inhaling. She's about to exhale the smoke up, and at that moment I walk up behind her, put my palm on her throat, and pull her toward the back. I meet her green eyes, lean down and press my lips against her desirable ones, waiting for her to exhale into my mouth.

The girl is intuitive. She understands what I want. Rie opens her mouth, and I catch her scent mixed with the taste of brandy and dope. Turns out there's very little smoke. She's probably not a heavy smoker. I let the crumbs settle in my lungs, and then I exhale to the side.

I shouldn't smoke so I don't go crazy again, but that dose would be enough for an ant. But the girl's smart, though. She is aware of the company she is in, but she naively believes that if she doesn't inhale, she will stay in her right mind. Nope. She won't. And in that moment I will be there for her.