Her heat grips me, pulsing around me as she finds her release. She trembles with pleasure, making me instantly find my euphoria buried inside her.
“That was the exact thrill and stress relief I needed,” Laur pants, kissing my cheek and motioning for me to hurry out of the single stall restroom.
A sly smirk slides across my face as I button my jeans. “Happy to be of service,” I tease and quickly sneak out.
Chapter nineteen
Blaine
My eyes scan the dance floor. There are some beautiful girls in insanely tight shorts at Howdy’s, but my eyes keep drifting back to Libby. It has nothing to do with her radiant smile or the short skirt she has on. I really need to talk to her about what happened at the beach.
“This was a great idea,” Syd giggles. She and Libby re-join us at the table.
“I agree,” Lucas smirks. He disappeared for a while, and I assumed he went home.
“Where’s Laur?” Libby picks up her drink that’s probably now lukewarm.
“Bathroom.” Lucas’ eyes dart around the bar. “But I think we’re going to head out soon.”
“No!” Libby shrieks with a pout, “Syd and I want to dance more.”
“I can take you home later,” I suggest, “Most of the guys have already left, and I just had one beer tonight.”
“Thanks!” Sydney grabs Libby’s hand and drags her back on the dance floor before she can decline my polite offer. This is the perfect opportunity to get her to talk to me. I just need to find a way to distract Sydney and get Libby alone.
Laur and Lucas leave almost the second she comes back from the bathroom, leaving just me and Silas left at the table.
“Think we are going to do well this year?” Silas asks, trying to make casual conversation. Silas is a junior like me. We’ve always beenfriends, I guess. He never got in the way of my antics, and we’ve hung out here and there.
“I think we’ve got a really good shot at going all the way this year.” I smile from ear to ear.
“Me too, brother.” He takes a sip of his dark mixed drink. “Listen, I met this girl earlier. Is it cool if I leave to go hangout with her?”
“Yeah, man, do your thing,” I chuckle.
He says goodbye and goes off to find the mystery girl he met earlier. It’s just me, myself, and this room temperature beer I’ve barely touched left at the high-top table.
A new country song about liking brunettes comes on. It’s so catchy that I can’t stop tapping my foot.
“You like Trae West?” Libby asks, walking up with Sydney snagging their drinks off the table.
“It’s a good ass song.” I take a pull of my disgustingly warm beer.
“It’s one of my favorites!” Sydney twirls around, her melted down drink now in hand.
“Mind if we stay a little while longer?” Libby’s eyes plead as they meet mine.
“On one condition,” I counter, “you slow dance one song with me.”
“Don’t leave me by myself,” Sydney huffs.
A blond man taps her shoulder and says he will gladly dance with her. She makes a sound I’m not quite sure is human but it’s definitely some type of excitement before taking his hand and going to the dance floor.
Libby slams her now empty drink down. “Fine, you have a deal, Blaine Mitchell.”
We make our way onto the dance floor. She wraps her arms around my neck and we start moving to the music.
“So about what happened at the beach,” I start but Libby cuts me off.
