Mistakes Were Made(2)

Erin’s cheeks were still flushed, but she grinned and returned the compliment. “You don’t look half bad either.”

Cassie was only in jeans and a racer-back black tank, her bomber jacket on her stool beneath her, but still, “I know.”

She smirked and Erin rolled her eyes—she was smiling, though, so yeah, being bold was definitely working. Cassie wondered how far she could push it. Could she get away with suggesting they go someplace less crowded?

Before she got the chance, Erin excused herself to go to the bathroom. Cassie watched her leave, jealous of the way that purple dress clung to her ass. Right before Erin reached the hallway where the bathrooms were, she looked back at Cassie, making eye contact before she turned the corner.

Well. That was an invitation if Cassie had ever seen one.

She paid—for her and Erin both—as quickly as she could, slipped her jacket on, and headed for the bathroom. The other patrons were now a bunch of assholes standing around cockblocking her—or, more accurately, clamjamming her. She weaved her way around tables and through the crowd, ducking under two people’s beers as they toasted something.

Inside the women’s restroom, Erin stood at the sink washing her hands. Cassie only did a cursory check of the stalls before pushing her against the counter and kissing her. Erin didn’t seem surprised, fisting Cassie’s jacket with still wet hands to pull her even closer.

Cassie had thought she’d have to hold back, ease into it, but Erin kissed hard enough that their teeth clinked together. She slid her tongue into Cassie’s mouth like an apology and twisted to reverse their positions. Cassie stumbled, slamming her hip into the counter. She broke the kiss to curse. Erin didn’t bother asking if she was okay. Instead, she wrapped her hands under Cassie’s thighs and lifted. Water on the counter seeped through Cassie’s jeans when Erin set her down.

“Good?” Erin asked, stepping between Cassie’s legs.

Cassie barely felt the damp spot on the back of her thigh. “Great.”

Erin’s mouth was on hers almost before she’d finished the word. The new position meant Erin had to tilt her head up to reach, but that didn’t diminish her enthusiasm, kisses rough and biting. Cassie reveled in the not quite swallowed moan when her teeth closed around Erin’s bottom lip.

“Oh shit, sorry,” someone said.

Erin pulled back, far enough to separate their lips but close enough that Cassie could press a kiss under her jaw. Cassie didn’t notice the noise of the bar had gotten louder until the door closed and it was muffled again. She sucked Erin’s skin too gently to leave a mark.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said against the throb of Erin’s pulse.

“I just have to pay—”

Cassie bit below Erin’s ear and laughed. “Already got it covered, sweetheart.”

Erin chuckled, and it vibrated against Cassie’s lips. Erin’s neck shone, damp from Cassie’s mouth, when she pulled away. Cassie eased herself to the ground.

“Let’s go.”

Erin kissed her once more before leading the way. She held her hand as they weaved through the crowd toward the door; Cassie’s lips turned up before she forced them down, annoyed at herself for finding it endearing.

Cassie shivered in the parking lot—from the chill in the air, not the brush of Erin’s thumb against the back of her hand. Was Erin taking her home? To a hotel? She wished she could take Erin somewhere, but she only had a dorm. Yeah, it was an apartment with no roommate, but it was still a dorm.

When they reached a car, Erin opened the back door. Apparently they were doing this here.

Cassie glanced around. Across the lot, four or five people were huddled next to a car. This wasn’t private enough to be called private, not public enough to be called public.

Erin gnawed on her bottom lip. “Good?”

“Great.” Public or private didn’t really matter when Cassie wanted to be the one biting that lip.

She ducked into the car, and Erin followed, slamming the door behind her and climbing directly into Cassie’s lap. Cassie reveled in Erin’s weight on top of her, the way her dress slid up, the skin it revealed. She wanted the dress off, wanted to see everything, but admittedly the back seat of a car might not be the best place for that. Cassie turned her head to see if anyone was nearby, but she got distracted when Erin pushed her jacket off her shoulders. Erin’s dress gaped open in the front, and Cassie slid her hands inside.

“Fuck, you’ve got nice tits,” she said, and Erin’s nipples tightened as Cassie pinched them.

She had to let go for a moment when Erin tugged Cassie’s tank top over her head.

“If I return the compliment, are you just going to say, ‘I know,’ again?” Erin asked, both hands squeezing Cassie’s breasts through her bra.

Cassie smirked. “No guarantees.”

“That’s what I thought.” Erin rolled her eyes affectionately before finding her lips again.

Cassie’s fingers stalled out when Erin kissed her. She was going to be a literal rocket scientist; you’d think she would have enough brainpower to get kissed and feel someone up at the same time, but apparently not. Her hands fell out of Erin’s dress and it was all she could do to clutch the older woman’s shoulders.

Erin moved her mouth to Cassie’s neck and Cassie groaned, “Fuck.”