Page 95 of Playing to Win
Apparently, so did everyone else. The entire bar is full of stumbling, loud and obnoxious drunk people, the majority of them being my teammates.
We deserve to cut loose. It’s been an intense week and what makes it even better? Next week is a bye. No game scheduled means our practices aren’t going to be as intense. Hell, we even get an extra day off from practice, plus game day off. It’s gonna feel like a freaking vacation.
But it’ll go by fast and the week after that, we’ll be back in action. Hitting it hard.
I’m ready for the lax schedule. My class load is picking up and I’ll be working on my assignments this upcoming week. Not interested in thinking about any of that though. I’ve got other things to concentrate on currently.
Like the pretty, warm blonde snuggled up to my side. I’ve had my hand on her leg all night and she hasn’t protested once. Let’s face it.
Ruby Maguire is as into me as I’m into her.
Damn if that isn’t reassuring.
Eric eventually swings by our table, looking like a nervous chump afraid to speak, and after a few minutes of idle chatter, he takes off with Gwen of all people, which has Ruby wiggling in her seat, a mysterious smile on her pretty face.
“What’s your deal?” I ask after they’re gone.
“I shouldn’t say anything but…” Her eyes are wide as she stares at me. “Can you keep a secret?”
“I think you should know by now that I’m a pretty good secret keeper,” I drawl.
Her cheeks flush pinker, if that’s possible. The alcohol already has her nice and rosy. “Gwen likes him.”
“Who? Eric?”
“Shush.” She rests her fingers against my lips and I’m tempted to nip at them but I don’t. I’m just glad she’s touching me in front of everyone. “You’re so loud. Can you be quiet? Just for a minute?”
I nod and her hand drops away. “And yes. She likes Eric. I think he likes her too.”
“That’s cute.”
“Aren’t they lucky? There’s no clause about anyone on the social media team dating each other.” Her wistful sigh makes my heart ache.
Yeah, she’s totally into me. And I’m totally into her. But we can’t do anything about it. Not publicly.
I hate that stupid clause.
“They’re pretty lucky,” I agree, sliding my hand back up so it’s firmly lodged between her slender thighs. Swear to God I can feel the heat emanating from her pussy, which has got me thinking all sorts of dirty thoughts. “I’m glad you came here tonight, Red.”
“Me too.” She leans in briefly, her hair brushing my cheek and I breathe deep, catching a whiff of her delicious scent. “It’s been fun.”
“How’s that drink working out for you?” I nod toward the giant glass of slushy alcohol. She’s on her second one so she’s got to be feeling it.
“It’s delicious.” She smiles, leaning into me again, her face practically in mine. “Pretty sure I’m a little drunk.”
“Oh yeah?” I bop her nose with my index finger and she rears back a little. “I don’t take advantage of drunk girls.”
“That’s too bad.” She mock pouts. “I’d totally let you take advantage of me.”
I reach for her, resting my fingers against her lips, just like she did to me only moments ago. “Better be quiet there, baby. Don’t want anyone hearing you.”
When I remove my hand from her mouth, she continues staring at me, murmuring, “I love it when you call me baby.”
Just like that, my dick is hard. Well, I’ve been sporting a semi all damn night having her close and my hands on her, but the way she looks at me right now, that sweet little confession…
“Yeah? Better than Red?”
“I like that too,” she whispers, reaching for her drink and taking a long sip.
