Page 53 of Playing to Win
Now Ruby’s got me thinking all sorts of things, all of them filthy, and feature me dominating her. Holding her down while I fuck her hard.
Or nice and slow.
I’ll take it any way I can get it.
Swear to God I’m breaking out into a cold sweat justthinkingabout it.
“Should we leave? Together?” she asks, her voice so soft I almost didn’t hear her.
“I thought that was the plan. I’m too drunk to drive,” I remind her.
“Are you too drunk to do…anything else?” She bites her lower lip, her eyes wide.
Fuck me, she’s sexy as hell.
“I’m up for whatever you want to do.” I’m leaving this up to her.
“Okay.” She takes a deep breath, glancing around the bar before her gaze returns to me, her expression dead serious as she murmurs, “Let’s go.”
I don’t hesitate. I’m urging her out of the booth with one hand against her lower back and she moves just as fast, the two of us slipping out of the booth and walking away without a backward glance. No one says a word to us, not even Derek, as we move through the crowd toward the front door, my focus on nothing else but her.
Ruby.
Girls don’t wave or say hi. Guys don’t stop me to talk about football. Only when we’re outside can I breathe easy, fucking thrilled that this girl is standing next to me in her DUMP HIM T-shirt, looking hot as fuck and a little frazzled. Like I might leave her on edge.
The feeling is mutual.
“Where are you parked?” I ask once we’re outside and staring at the parking lot full of cars.
“Come on.” I follow after her, my head swimming and I keep my gaze on her blonde head, which helps with the spins.
Clearly, I drank too much. It’s been a while, but it’s kind of wild that four beers would trash me so completely.
Or was it five?
Damn, I lost count.
“My car,” she says as she hits the key fob and a sleek white BMW makes a chirping noise, its yellow lights flashing.
I whistle low, shaking my head. “Damn, Red. That’s a nice ride.”
“It was my mom’s car. She gave it to me.” Ruby grabs hold of my hand and leads me over to the vehicle, stopping at the passenger side and opening the door. “Get in.”
I do as she demands, sliding into the passenger seat. She shuts the door and rounds the car, climbing behind the steering wheel and starting the engine with a push of a button before she grabs her phone. “Give me your address.”
I rattle it off and she punches it into her maps app. Setting her phone in the cupholder of the center console, a map shows up on the built-in screen on the dashboard. She pulls out of the parking lot seconds later, tapping at the screen when we stop at a light and bringing up a playlist on her Spotify account.
Taylor Swift’s voice booms from the speakers and I slide lower in my seat, closing my eyes. I don’t mind that this girl is a Swiftie, but I don’t really know much of her music. And women who are Taylor Swift fans always get offended when I admit I don’t know whatever song is playing.
I brace myself for Ruby to do the same.
“Don’t like it, huh?” She’s smiling as she hits the gas when the light turns green, her fingers tapping against the steering wheel.
“I don’t mind it. Taylor has a good voice.” That’s not a lie. “But it’s not like I’m a secret Swiftie or whatever.”
“That you even know the term ‘Swiftie’ earns you a point.” She laughs, turning up the music louder as she starts to sing along.
She’s no Taylor, but Ruby’s voice is actually pretty good and she knows all of the lyrics. She’s singing about a lavender haze and 1950s shit, and I have no idea what she’s talking about but it’s fun to watch her get into it.
