Fuck, I’d play with her so well if she’d let me.
“You should dance with her.” Olivia’s comment snaps me from my thoughts. I follow her line of vision and find the woman in the black dress from earlier dancing alone, staring right at me. She’s swaying her hips, dragging her hands all over her body as if she’s trying to tempt me. It doesn’t stir a single thing in me.
My eyes sweep back to Olivia, not even a little bit interested in anyone else since she caught my attention. “Nah, I’m good.”
Her brows lower, and a frown twists on her pouty lips. “Why? You want to dance. She wants to dance. It’s not like we’re on a date. I don’t mind.”
“I don’t want to dance with her.” I nod to her cup. “I thought you only drank wine?”
“No, I just didn’t tell you what I like. Besides, Sangria is basically wine.”
My mind instantly conjures up every single dirty thing I’d like to do with her, wondering if she’d like it.
“Will you tell me now?” I ask.
She bites her bottom lip and my cock twitches. “I like anything fruity. I don’t want to actually taste the alcohol.”
“Then why drink it at all? Drink juice or something.”
“I don’t know. Why does anyone drink?”
“Most people drink to get the buzz alcohol gives. To feel good.”
“Is that why you drink? To feel good?” She eyes the beer I’ve been holding but have barely touched.
“I can think of a few other things that make me feel good that are far superior to alcohol.” I let my gaze trail over her face, mostly because I can’t see her body from this angle.
Her chest rises fast, and her tongue pokes out to wet her lips. She opens her mouth, but whatever she was about to say slips away when Ellie and Travis appear at the table, both covered in a light sheen of sweat, faces flushed, and out of breath. I don’t even wanna know what they’ve been doing.
Ellie glances at the empty cups on the table from Olivia’s finished drinks, and her eyes widen. “Are you having fun?”
“I am, yeah.” Olivia beams at her. A smile so wide it kicks my heart rate up a little.
“Let’s dance,” Ellie says, tugging her from her chair.
“Okay, but I need another drink first.” Olivia sways, all the alcohol hitting her now that she’s moving. She latches onto the table to steady herself.
“No,” I say, and everyone’s attention snaps to me. “You’ve had enough.”
Ellie’s mouth drops open in shock, and Travis laughs quietly, trying to mask it as a cough.
“I told you, you’re not the boss of me,” Olivia slurs, hands propping on her hips.
“I’m your ride out of here, and you’re not throwing up in my truck.”
She huffs. “I’m fine. I’m not going to throw up.”
“Walk over here without stumbling.” I slide my chair back from the table, putting a bit more distance between us. “If you can do that,I’llget you another drink.” It’s only a few steps around the table, but I’m sure she can’t do it.
She yanks from Ellie’s hold, straightens her shoulders, then takes one step before swaying again. Ellie catches her before she topples over. “Ugh, fine.” She stomps. “Let’s dance, Ellie.”
Travis stares at me with a gleam in his eye.
“Don’t fucking say a word,” I grit.
He holds his hands up. “All right.”
I’m all for women doing what they want and not letting a man keep them down or whatever. But I can already tell this isn’t her normal behavior. Not only do I not want to clean puke from my truck, but I don’t want her to wake up and feel like shit tomorrow. Or worse, do something she’ll regret.
