Page 96 of Playing to Win
My gaze fixes on her mouth wrapped around that thick straw and I’m sweating. Thinking of the time she gave me a blow job and I blew all over her tits. Why haven’t we done that again? Why haven’t we kept up a steady stream of secret hookups? What the fuck is wrong with me?
“We should go,” I tell her, the need to get her alone suddenly overwhelming.
“Aw, can’t we stay a little while longer?” The sexy little pout is back and I want to kiss it off her lips.
“Okay.” I lean back and she does the same, mimicking me. “We can stay as long as you want.”
I decide to torture her. While I’m talking with my teammates, I’ve got my hand still firmly planted between her legs, my thumb slowly drifting up and down the seam of her denim shorts, teasing her pussy. Even though I act like I’m paying attention to my friends’ conversation, I’m wholly concentrating on Ruby’s reaction.
The way her breathing shifts. Becoming faster. Shallower. Her thighs clamp together, trapping my hand, but I don’t let up. I don’t want to.
It’s like I can’t.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch her reach for her drink and choke it down, her tongue sneaking out to lick at her lips when she finishes and fuck, I want to groan. I want to shove my fingers down the front of her shorts and see how wet she is.
I’d bet big money she’s soaked.
All for me.
Eventually I feel her side press more firmly into mine and next thing I know, she’s resting her head on my shoulder. I ease up on the pussy teasing, glancing toward her at the same time she shifts her head to look up at me from her spot on my shoulder and I lose myself in her pretty green eyes for a moment.
“I’m drunk,” she whispers. “And horny.”
That’s our cue to leave. “We need to get the fuck out of here.”
She lifts away from me, her brows drawn together like she’s confused how she got there in the first place. “We can’t leave together.”
“I’m not letting you leave this place alone,” I say fiercely. There’s just no fuckin’ way.
“Um.” She glances around, but no one is paying attention to us. Not a single person in the bar cares what we’re doing right now. “I’ll leave first and you wait a few minutes then come outside and meet me.”
“No.” I shake my head, ignoring the sad expression on her face. “I’ll leave first. I’m not going to let you stand out there all by yourself, waiting for me.”
Her eyes go soft. “Aw, you’re so protective.”
“You don’t even know the half of it.” She has no clue. I can’t stand the idea of her being hurt or alone out in the dark, shivering while standing in front of the bar. Dudes walking by, leering at her. No way. Fuck that.
I want to take care of her.
“I’ll text you in a few.” Removing my hand from between her thighs, I give her ass a nudge. “Scoot out, baby. I’ve gotta go.”
Her eyes light up at me calling her baby—did it on purpose, I’m not an idiot—and she slides out of the booth, standing to the side and giving me room. I touch her waist briefly, murmuring, “Sit back down. I’ll text you in a few and you can come out and meet me. I’ll get a car for us.”
She nods, her expression solemn, her green eyes extra big. “Okay.”
I watch her practically fall back into the seat, smothering the laugh that wants to escape. She’s so damn cute.
Beautiful.
Sexy.
Fun.
Easy to talk to.
Sexy.
Wait, did I already think she was sexy? Yeah, she deserves to be called that twice.
