Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

RIFTAN

I didn’t mean to put her on the spot, but the moment I bit the bullet and kissed her outside, my world shifted. Her lips had always been full and supple but tasting them on mine sent a surge of need through my veins.

I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to know what she felt like sleeping in my arms. Our limbs tangled with one another.

Just the thought is making my dick twitch. I heard her friend tell her she should get naughty with me, and I hope she does.

Learning she’s never slept with a man in the literal sense has my chest puffing up like a fucking turkey.

“As long as you stay on your side, I’ll stay on my side, and we should be fine.”

Her voice brings me out of my lustful thoughts, and a smile plays on my lips.

If this girl thinks she’ll be able to stay still, she doesn’t remember all those nights when we were kids, and I stayed the night at their house. We made pallets out in the living room, where we all slept. She’s always been a wiggle worm. All the road trips Sean used to tell me about when they went down to see their cousin in Westwood Falls, she’d be sprawled out like a starfish, hitting his face and his ribs all the time. He always said he felt sorry for the man she was going to marry one day because he’d be beaten up every night.

“If you say so, Harriet.”

Her eyes thin out, and she glares at me with all that fiery sass, making my blood heat, simmering to boiling point.

“I do say so, pal. Now, let’s get ready for dinner. I’m going to take a shower and get ready. It’s nothing fancy, but I am wearing a dress. We’re taking a limo to the restaurant and then to Black Iron Hills Casino.”

I didn’t care for taking a limo; however, I didn’t mind all of Harriet’s curves pressing up against me as we all stuffed ourselves inside. I couldn’t help but place my hand around her body at her hip possessively, pull her body into mine, and force her arm to rest across my stomach while her head lay on my chest. All that beautiful red hair tamed into a half-up-do. Is it strange I love her hair all wild and free? Being so close to her let me love on her with wild abandon. Kissing her sweetly on the neck— not hard enough to leave a mark yet— but showering her with affection looks like her love language because she only melted into me even more.

At dinner, I could see a few of her sorority sisters staring between us as if amazed Harriet is with me. Whether they think she’s too good for me or I’m too good for her, I couldn’t say, but we were all huddled close enough I felt a wandering hand— not Harriet’s— roam over my thigh. I grabbed the lady’s wrist and shrugged her off with a glare. Was she serious? She clearly can tell I’m with Harriet— and happily so— why is she trying? I dislike pushy women.

However, Harriet must’ve been feeling more comfortable after a few margaritas because she freely leaned her body into mine, her luscious breasts pressing against me. It was a struggle for me to keep it together.

Is she feeling more confident and comfortable after some liquid courage? I’m not complaining. It’s allowing me plenty of free soft and sweet touches as I kept her close to me, and once we made it back to the limo, I freely pulled her into my lap, which gave even the bride a wide-eyed look, but Harriet wasn’t concerning herself with her friends shocked and surprised faces. Before we hit the casino, Harriet’s mouth had attached itself to my neck and was sucking my skin deep within.

It was an immense struggle for me to keep my raging boner in check but with her sweet bottom nestling there, she must’ve felt it poking and pressing her against her pretty sundress.

Then she whispered, “You taste so good, Riftan.”

It was almost too much to bear. Were her friends appalled by the public display? Judy, who I could tell was her only close friend, couldn’t stop smiling at us like she hadn’t seen Harriet so happy before. The other girls didn’t say anything, but they were clearly uncomfortable. Even the bride and groom weren’t overly affectionate, but I didn’t care. I loved Harriet’s display. It wasn’t so vulgar for me to stop her, and after giving me a hickey, she rested her head on my shoulder and sighed, where I felt her smile on my skin.

My fiery temptress was happy, and that’s all that mattered to me.

“Riftan?” Her sweet, low voice sent a thrill through my body, igniting the blood in my veins.

I turned to see her eyes a little hazy, but I knew she still had her wits about her. “What is it, temptress? What is it that you’d most like to hear?”

“That I’m desirable. Even to a man like you.”

I’m flabbergasted by her whispered words, and it also breaks my fucking heart.

Hooking her chin, I move her until I press my lips to her ear. “You’re the only woman who makes my dick hard by being in your presence, and that’s been a fact for the last six years. When I came home from the Marines and saw you, I knew you already had me wrecked for anyone else. I promise you. You’re desirable. Don’t you feel my dick pressing against you?”

A small giggle escapes, and she presses herself more deeply, wiggling her sweet rump against my cock like a cat purring on my lap.

“It is hard.” She giggles, and I tuck her closer.

“Naughty girl.” More giggles spring from her, and I hear a snicker from across the limo. My eyes fly upward to catch the bride and the woman who had her hand sliding up my leg, whispering to each other. “You have a problem?”

Was my voice lethal and low? Yes, it was. The groom grabbed his bride's wrist and pulled her close, whispering something in her ear, making her both mad and pale simultaneously, but she didn’t speak another word.

The other friend gave me sly looks that made me feel like slugs were crawling on my body.

Disgusting.

It got better when we arrived at the casino. After the women exchanged money for chips on their respective dates, Harriet and Judy switched their bigger bills for dollars and smaller change for the slot machines. I could see how close they were, and I took it upon myself to make sure these two were having a good time and were safe. Judy liked to goad Harriet into being bolder, but I could tell it was good-natured and done with friendly affection.

Harriet happily drank some more cocktails along with her friend. When Harriet won a thousand dollars on one of the five- dollar slot machines, she happily took the ticket to get it cashed and then split it between herself and her friend, who tried to refuse.

“Harriet, if anyone should get something, it’s that juicy piece of man with you. He’s been guarding over us all night. Unless you have something more in store for him? Maybe a little hanky-panky when we get back to the plantation?” Judy plasters on a mischievous smirk before turning to give me a wink.

“Judith Lowe! How could you be so— hiccup— superfluous?”

“It’s my charm, bestie. We should get out of here anyway. I think we’re supposed to head back at ten.”

I checked my watch to see it was fifteen after. Suddenly, I got a gut feeling something wasn’t right.

We met at the place Judy said we were supposed to meet, but there was no one there. After ten minutes of waiting, I was getting irritated, and Judy volunteered to call the bride, only to find out they had left already, “seemingly waiting for us for too long,” even though the limo was only paid for until they returned from the casino.

What a load of bullshit. Both girls were shocked, but I went inside to ask if someone in the casino could drive us to our destination. Since there was a courtesy car for those not staying at the casino, we lucked out.

The girls were upset, but they played it off well. When we got back, the sorority sisters acted as if they believed we had wanted to stay behind, and while they might have fooled Harriet and Judy, they didn’t fool me. I could see how the others treated both Harriet and her friend, and I didn’t like it. When we got back, Judy claimed to have a headache and went to her room while I led Harriet back to ours so she could get changed into more comfortable clothes.

When she walked out of the bathroom in an oversized Little Horn High School Volleyball shirt and some short spandex shorts, all that glorious skin on display had me on my knees. I would’ve been if the bed hadn't caught my hand.

Even though the shirt was oversized, it stretched over her double-d breasts lovingly, and maybe it was the cool air in the room, but her nipples were poking through the threadbare shirt.

“You truly are a temptress, Harriet Anne Marks.”

A beautiful blush rushed across her cheeks, my praise also pleasing her.

“Riftan.”

Like a moth to a flame, my body moves on its own until I towered over her. “Tell me what you want, Harriet.”

“To be happy.” Then, as if she couldn’t believe what she said, she shook her and gave me that sweet, carefree smile she always had. “Forget I said that.”

I placed my finger over her lips, and while I said I’d let her take the lead, it didn’t mean I wouldn’t respond when she said things like that.

“What would make you happy right now?”