The more beers Monroe sank, the more he joined in with us, laughing and joking and tossing warm smiles Tatum’s way. Kyan was most definitely taking the angry drunk route tonight and the way his hands kept balling into fists told me he’d be out for blood later.
He tossed provocative comments and insults Tatum’s way repeatedly and she met each and every one with a blow of her own, scowling at him like she hated his fucking guts while her eyes flared with passion at the words she hurled his way. It might have been uncomfortable if it wasn’t so damn funny to watch them rile each other up.
When we finally got fed up of sitting around the dining table, the other guys headed over to the couch and left Tatum to clear the plates, though the frown on Monroe’s face said he wasn’t too happy about doing that to her.
I took the opportunity to fall back into my Prince Charming role and gathered plates for her, carrying them across the room and earning myself a cocked eyebrow.
“You’re still playing nice then?” she mocked as she set the water running in the sink and added a dollop of detergent which got it all bubbling.
“It’s not midnight yet.” I pointed at the clock across the room which said it was half eleven and she grinned at me as she tossed me a cloth.
“You can dry then, my handsome prince.”
I gave her my most heartbreaking smile as I shifted closer to her and her gaze dipped to my bare chest, making me wonder if she was remembering our night together too. Had I entirely spoiled the memory of that night for her by doing everything I had since then, or could she smile at the memory of me playing her body like a fiddle and making her come so hard she saw stars?
She started washing and I diligently accepted the first wet plate, our fingers brushing for a moment and making my dick twitch. I dried it with the cloth, wiping the suds away and shifting behind her so that I could reach up to put it back in the cupboard on her other side. The kitchenette technically had everything we needed, but it was pretty damn small.
I brushed against her lightly as I moved back to accept the next plate and she looked up at me beneath her lashes.
“You’re kinda cute when you’re playing house,” she teased. “I could almost forget you’re a fucking psychopath.”
“Do you wanna domesticate me, Tate?” I asked, making sure our fingers touched again as I accepted the next plate.
“Well, every dog needs house training,” she agreed and I chuckled.
“Good luck breaking me in.” This time as I moved behind her to put the plate away, I leaned forward an inch so that my chest brushed against her back.
She stilled for a moment, but before I could move away again, she pushed her ass back against me so that it pressed across my hips and more blood flowed to my dick.
I took the next plate, brushing fingers and drying it fast so that I could lean around her once more. She pushed back into me again and I leaned down to speak into her ear as I prolonged the contact between our bodies.
“Are you trying to tempt the beast in me, Cinders?”
“I thought you were my prince tonight? It’s not midnight yet.”
I grinned and moved back to accept the next plate. “The clock’s ticking. I can feel the darkness in me preparing to break through the spell.”
She rolled her eyes then pressed her ass against my crotch again, inhaling sharply as I ground my hips forward, letting her feel how hard I was.
The next plate was the last and as I put it away, I stayed behind her, placing my hands either side of her hips as I curled my fingers around the edge of the sink.
“A real Prince Charming would make sure you finish the night with a smile on your face,” I murmured suggestively as she rocked her hips against me.
“Well, a real princess would wait for her wedding night,” she quipped, turning in my arms so that she was looking up at me.
Before I could reply, she blew a hand full of bubbles into my face and I barked a laugh as I stumbled back.
“Watch it, Cinders,” I warned. “If you start a fight with me then you know I’ll win.”
“Is that so?” she asked, dipping her hand back into the suds and raising it between us.
“Don’t,” I warned, my heart pounding at the dare in her eyes.
She smiled wickedly before blowing the bubbles straight in my face again and I pounced forward with a growl.
She squealed as I wrapped her in my arms, twisting her around and lowering her face towards the bubbly water as she flailed against me.
“Blake!” she yelled through a laugh and I laughed too as she wriggled to get away from me, grinding right up against my boner.
The smile on my face didn’t have an inch of falseness to it as we play wrestled and I let her get away from me before snatching up the dishcloth and whipping it against her ass as she tried to run.
“Ah! You’re gonna pay for that!” she swore, darting back to the sink and splashing me with some of the water so that my chest was flecked with soapy droplets.
I stalked towards her with a laugh tumbling from my throat but Saint suddenly appeared, stepping between us
