Page 75 of Taking Sides

“I’m not sure,” I say as Conrad sweeps his hands under my T-shirt. I suck in a breath as his warm, calloused hands drag up my stomach. “I’ll need to let the school know so they can find a sub for my classes and . . .”

He brushes a thumb over the cup of my bra, and my thoughts trail off with my words. The way he stands in front of me, Conrad’s body blocks me from view of anyone else at the bar. Not that I have the wherewithal to be very concerned with that right now.

“And?” Victor’s impatience ramps up another notch.

“Hockey practice,” I sputter. “I’ll need to make sure Grady can cover for me.”

Conrad chuckles softly at my inability to string together words while his hands are on me. “Want me to stop?”

“What is there to cover? Don’t you coach JV kids?” Victor asks.

I’d be more annoyed at his dismissal of my job if Conrad weren’t sliding one big hand down the front of my pants. He nudges my foot with his until I widen my stance.

“Don’t be a jerk,” I say to my brother.

Conrad’s hand stills, and his jaw tightens. I tilt my head back and lift onto my toes to press my lips to his. That is all the distraction he needs before his fingers move lower. My pants aren’t giving him a lot of room to work, but he manages just fine.

“Fuck. You’re soaked,” Conrad mutters to himself as his middle finger glides between my folds.

I’m not sure what he expects when I’ve spent the past hour with him. I can’t seem to get enough.

“Whatever. Give them a day off.” Victor’s voice in my ear reminds me I’m still on the phone.

“I’ll have to let you know later once I check with the school.”

Conrad’s touch sends a wave of pleasure through me. His finger hooks inside me and pushes in to the knuckle while his palm rubs against my clit. I pull the phone away and close my eyes as I fight off a moan.

The noise of the bar is background to the pounding of my heart against my rib cage and the short, shallow breaths as I drag in air to my lungs.

Somewhere, someone is calling my name.

“One second,” I say to them. “I’m almost there.”

“Already?” Conrad asks. His smile pulls into a smirk.

“Says the guy who came in his pants not so long ago,” I fire back as he adds another finger and spots dot my vision.

“I’m feeling dangerously close to it again.” He takes my mouth again in a quick, hard kiss, nipping my bottom lip as he pulls back. His gaze drops to the forgotten phone in my right hand. “I think he’s getting impatient.”

“Oh shit,” I whisper as I bring the phone back to my ear.

“Whitney? Can you hear me?” My brother sounds like he’s seconds from hanging up.

“Yes.” The one word is nearly impossible to get out as Conrad doubles down on his efforts to get me off.

“What should I tell Dad?” he asks.

Conrad’s fingers move from my pussy to my clit, circling the sensitive bud with just the right amount of pressure.

“Tell him . . .” I bite back a cry as my body tightens. I need to get off this call so I can get off without my brother listening in, but Conrad’s skilled fingers are too good. “I’m . . .” I swallow and take another steadying breath. “I’m coming.” I pull the phone away and press mute. “Oh god, I’m coming.”

Conrad’s mouth finds mine again as my body trembles and shakes. He doesn’t stop until he’s wrung out every bit of my orgasm. I slump against the wall behind me as he adjusts my panties and then pulls his hand out of my pants.

He still has that cocky grin aimed at me as he leans in and kisses me once more. “See you back at the table.”

Then Conrad steps away and brings his fingers to his lips, the same ones that were just inside me, and sucks them into his mouth.

“Holy shit,” I mutter. I watch him walk back across the bar, stunned and somehow more turned on. I blink out of my daze, unmute my phone, and put it back up to my ear.