Free Secret Seductress (What's Her Secret?) by Geraldine O'Hara Page B

him, a sneaky thought did tumble in.
    What if he got turned on like this even if he did have a girlfriend?
    Gary nudged me again, and I carried on with the nipple action while swiveling my eyes in his direction. He nodded at my hands. Pointed at the floor. Oh, God, he was telling me to push my hands lower.
    Never one to baulk at a dare, I slid my hands right inside Leon’s jeans, his cock pressing against the backs. There wasn’t enough room to do what I wanted, which was to turn one of my hands over and curl it around his width, so I moved them in an up-and-down motion. His cock jolted, and he breathed a little unsteadily. This was getting into serious territory now, not just his mates getting some woman to touch him up a bit. This was more like something that should be done in private.
    “Mmmmm,” I said, hoping I’d sound turned on, seductive. “That’s enough for now, big boy.”
    Laughter erupted around us, and I pulled my hands out, gave his nipple another quick bite, then pushed in between Gary and Jen, taking her hand and leading her back to our table. We sat, me out of breath and her almost wetting herself with laughter, and picked up our glasses, attempting to drink and make out we’d been there all along. Harry let go of the T-shirt, and Leon yanked it back down, looking around to see if he could spot Pussy Pwoar.
    Pussy wants more , I’d say.
    “You bunch of bastards,” Leon said, laughing to hide what I could only imagine was embarrassment. “Who the bloody hell arranged that?”
    No one admitted to anything.
    Leon looked our way. “Girls? Did you see?”
    “Oh, we saw, all right,” Jen said. “Quite the hard six-pack you’ve got there—along with something else.”
    I thought of that something else and how it had felt. I wanted it inside me more than ever.
    “Mandy?” Leon said, raising an eyebrow and covering his bulge with one hand.
    “Hmm?” Feigning nonchalance was probably my best bet.
    “Did you see?” He tilted his head.
    “I did.”
    “And?”
    “All I saw was Pussy Pwoar groping you.” I wanted to tell him it had been me, that I’d made his cock hard and had bitten his nipple, but it really wasn’t the right time. He might give a negative reaction, and then where would I be? In the hall of shame, that was where. And everyone knew that friends getting intimate always ended in tears.
    “You fuckers,” he said, shaking his head then sipping his beer. “I’ll get you all back for this, you’ll see.”
    “How was it?” Jen asked quietly, leaning close to me and resting her head on my shoulder.
    “Lovely,” I said. “No, better than lovely. I wish I’d done more, but I didn’t want to give the old duffers in here a heart attack.”
    “So why didn’t you admit it was you?”
    I sipped some voddy through my straw, swallowed and shook my head. “What, and have to see the disgust on his face? No thanks.”
    “You’re daft, you are. He wouldn’t be disgusted.” Jen sucked on her straw, and it made a sound like harsh wind through a window crack where her drink was almost gone.
    “Of course he would be. We’re all friends. We don’t fuck each other.”
    “Bollocks.” Jen sat upright. “The sad thing is, you’re right, which means I’ll never get my greedy little hands on Gary. They see us as their mates. Two of the lads.” She paused, stared down at her drink, then jumped up and said, “Want another? We may as well get rat-arsed, drown our sorrows.”
    “I’m drunk enough as it is,” I said, although thinking about it, I’d sobered up since the nipple-licking, cock-fondling incident. Instead of alcohol flooding my veins, I now had lust to contend with. I couldn’t work out which one was worse for making my legs weak.
    “One more for the road, go on,” Jen said. “And we’ll drink them up at the bar with the blokes. If I can manage to cop a feel of Gary at some point tonight, even if it’s just me swatting his arm when he tells a joke, I’ll be