In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes (The Queen’s Cove Series Book 3)
In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes: Chapter 21

“WHO WANTS A TEQUILA SHOT!?” Sadie called, holding the bottle high in the air, and the bar erupted in cheers.

She lined a row of shot glasses up and poured before handing them out. She picked up the last one and tossed it back.

I watched from my barstool, arms folded and eyes on her. She glanced at me with a sexy grin and winked.

Against my will, the corners of my mouth turned up.

She walked over, leaned across the bar toward me, and gestured for me to lean forward.

“I have a secret,” she whispered in my ear. Her breath tickled my neck and a shiver rolled down my spine. “I’m kind of drunk.”

I tried not to laugh. “Yeah, honey, we know.”

She straightened up. “I should see if anyone wants more tequila shots.”

Olivia was behind her in a flash, hands on Sadie’s shoulders. “You’re clocking out for the night.”

“What?” Sadie’s face fell like Olivia had killed her puppy. “No! You still have customers.”

“I can handle the rest of the night,” Olivia told her. With her hands on Sadie’s shoulders, she walked her around the bar to where I sat. “Why don’t you hang out with Holden for a bit?”

Sadie’s face lit up. “I love that idea. I love hanging out with Holden.” She beamed at me and plopped down in my lap. “Hi,” she said, smiling at me.

Her weight in my lap was heaven. She sunk her hands into my hair and I bit a groan back.

“Hi.” My hands came to her waist.

Her face was inches from mine and I remembered the last time we were this close, when we kissed the other night at the inn.

Fuck, that had been a good kiss. The best kiss I’d ever had.

I really wanted to kiss her again.

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous your hair is?” She tugged it and my eyes fell closed as tingles shot down my neck. “I like sitting in your lap. We should do this more often.”

I let out a silent laugh. Yeah, like that would happen.

“I like it, too.” My hands twitched and I had the urge to rub up and down her back, her sides, her arms, but I held back.

Sadie was drunk. She’d regret all of this in the morning. My sole purpose right now was to make sure she got home okay.

The song changed to a popular nineties hip hop song and Sadie gasped. Her eyes widened as she clutched the sides of my head.

“Oh my god,” she whispered.

My face creased with concern. “What?”

“I love this song!” She hopped off my lap and climbed onto the stool beside me.

Jesus Christ. “Sadie, get down.” I stood and tried to pull her down but she swatted my hands away, giggling, while she clambered onto the bar top.

She kneeled in front of me and her hands came to my cheeks. “Holden, one of my life goals is to dance on the bar top.” She looked deep into my eyes. “You wouldn’t get in the way of that, would you?”

I sighed and she smiled.

“Olivia, turn it up!” she shouted, and another round of cheers rose as Olivia obliged with a grin.

Sadie began dancing on the bar top, swaying her ass, arms above her head, tits bouncing as she moved.

Fuck. I swallowed hard with my eyes glued on her. Thank god my family had left or they’d never let me hear the end of this.

Olivia appeared at my side. “I thought everyone knew cordial had alcohol in it.”

The tops of Sadie’s bra cups were visible as she leaned over and desire shot through me, straight to my cock. I let out a heavy breath. After the first minute of Sadie dancing on the bar, people returned to their conversations, unphased. She wasn’t the first person to dance up on that counter.

“Guess not. I should take her home.”

Olivia tilted her head, watching Sadie dance. “Nah. Let her have a bit of fun. I get the sense she’s had a rough couple months.”

I bit my lip, memorizing the fullness of Sadie’s cleavage.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. I wasn’t supposed to be attracted to her, but I couldn’t help myself.

She turned and her gaze met mine. A lazy, pleased grin spread over her face and she pointed at me. “Holden,” she called, walking down the bar toward me.

She kneeled on the bar in front of me and smiled before she began to dance like a stripper.

Holy shit.

All the blood in my brain rushed to my cock, and I stared as she writhed on the bar top, tits in my face.

I should make her stop. In the morning, she would be mortified. A responsible guy would stop staring and take her home this second.

I was a responsible guy.

She winked at me and my balls ached with need.

“Fuck,” I muttered, head swimming.

She shot me that sexy, smug grin, like she knew what she was doing to me. “Holden, you need to have more fun.” She swung her legs around so she was sitting on the bar top, and her legs hung down on either side of mine.

My heart slammed against the front wall of my chest. I should have taken her home, but I couldn’t move. I was frozen, watching the sexiest woman I’d ever met dance for me.

Jesus Christ. I was going to jerk off to this for years.

“Olivia,” Sadie called, gesturing her over. “Bring the tequila.”

“No more,” I told Sadie, hands coming to her thighs. Her chest was at my eye-level. It would be so easy to lean forward and run my mouth along her soft skin.

“It’s not for me.” She grinned. “It’s for you.”

“I’m driving.”

Olivia arrived with the tequila and Sadie lay back on the bar.

“Belly button shots!” Sadie called, giggling, and pulled the hem of her shirt up.

I sucked a breath in at the sight of her smooth skin. My hands tightened on Sadie’s thighs.

Olivia snorted. “You heard her, Holden.”

I raked one hand through my hair, uncertain. Just because Drunk Sadie wanted this didn’t mean Sober Sadie did.

I didn’t know about this.

The door of the bar open and Aiden walked in.

Sadie’s head lifted and she shot him an exuberant smile. “Aiden!”

Possessive feelings yanked tight through my chest and shoulders.

Aiden beamed at her. “Hey.” He pointed at her. “Are we doing belly button shots?”

Oh, fuck no. I stood, hands still on Sadie’s thighs.

I glanced down at her. The way she was lying on the bar, legs parted in front of me, and her center lining up perfectly with my cock?

Dirty, depraved images flashed through my head.

An empty bar, Sadie naked, and me fucking her hard on this bar top, making her mine.

Desire sliced through me like a knife.

“Pour the shot,” I told Olivia. My voice sounded ragged.

Sadie giggled as Olivia poured. “It tickles.”

“Sadie,” I said in a low voice. “Look at me.”

She turned and met my eyes, and a slow, excited grin pulled on her face. I leaned forward and sucked the shot out of her belly button. The liquor burned my mouth and throat as I swallowed but I slipped my tongue against her soft skin, tasting her.

I didn’t know if I’d ever get another chance.

Beneath my mouth, her breath hitched. My hands came to her waist, smoothing against her warm skin. I straightened up and looked down at her.

“Wow,” she breathed. “That was fun.”

My mouth curled up as I gave her a slow nod. “Mhm.”

She bit her lip. “Another?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Aiden had taken the bar stool a couple down. I frowned.

I didn’t want Aiden gawking at Sadie while she was dancing on the bar top and I sure as fuck didn’t want him licking shots out of her belly button.

I shook my head at her. “You’re done.” I took her hands and helped her slide off the bar. “We’re going home.”

“What?” Her face fell. “But I’m having so much fun.”

“Oh, come on, Holden,” Aiden said with a grin at Sadie. “She’s having fun.”

I glared at him. “No.”

I leaned down, wrapped my arms around Sadie, and hoisted her over my shoulder. She whooped.

“We’re going home.”