Fragments of Us

12: Jema

The place is a bit dark because it was only illuminated by the faint ceiling lights. Bea owns a pub, and she decided to treat the team for our good performance lately.

I lazily took a sip of my beer when Bea struck her glass with a spoon.

"Let's raise a toast for our team and for Jema's second year of being with us.

Our team raised their glasses and bottles and cheered.

"Enjoy your night, people."

Bea then went to the VIP area to talk to some of her friends.

I took a few more sips when a fair-skinned hobbit sat next to me.

Her thick brows were perfectly curved; she had black round eyes, perfect teeth, and a highly set nose bridge. She's as fresh as morning. It's just that I would look like a pedophile, hooking up with a twelve-year-old with her.

"You look familiar."

I noticed her brows furrowed as she keenly studied my face.

"Do I know you?"

She asked while taking a sip of her whiskey.

"I don't think so."

I seductively answered her.

"But I think I would love to."

I leaned into her ear, making sure she felt my breath on her neck.

I don't know why I did that or how we ended up making out like crazy in one of the cubicles in the restroom. All I know is that her tongue expertly massages mine, and her hands never leave any inch of my back untouched.

"You want to get out of here?"

She asked as she broke free of our kisses.

I didn't answer. Instead, I just nodded in agreement.

She led me to her car, and we started making out again. I sat on her lap and started grinding as her hands controlled my pace.

"Ohhh," I moaned as I felt her leaving love bites and marks on my neck.

"As much as I want to take you right now, I want to devour you somewhere more private."

I growled upon hearing her say that, but I tried to contain myself. I sat on the passenger's seat, and her hand reached my thighs as she was driving.

My breath hitched when I felt her dip her finger into my wet core as she parked her car at the nearest hotel.

We made our way to the elevator after she gave her card to the receptionist. We started making out again, not giving a damn if there were any CCTV installed in there.