“I’m thirty-seven,” I say. “Almost thirty-eight. Tomorrow is my birthday.”
“Really?” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. It’s entirely too distracting. “What are we doing to celebrate?”
I’m severely out of practice. Absolutely clueless when it comes to dating and women and relationships, but it almost feels like she’s flirting with me.
My throat bobs around a swallow. A hundred wicked thoughts run through my head, and each of them would get me in a shitload of trouble.
Fucking you against a wall would be a great way to start another year.
For a minute, I can’t bring myself to care about the repercussions the daydream would bring, because I’m leaning into her space. I’m listening to her sharp inhale and testing the waters to see how she plans to play this.
“I don’t know,” I answer. “What did you have in mind?”
“I did say my apartment was free.” Hannah wets her lips. I follow the path of her tongue, imagining what it would feel like licking down my stomach and up my cock. I have to squeeze my eyes shut. “Do you want to take a walk?”
“You’re too young for us to?—”
“To, what? Be friends? Get some fresh air? I’m twenty-four, Brody. I can drink. I can vote. I can hang out with other adults. You can save the lecture.”
My eyes open and meet hers. They’re a pretty shade of blue. Big and wide and watching me, and the rational part of my brain is screaming at me to walk away. To shut this down before it goes too far, and I sort through the list of all the reasons why this is a bad idea.
There are thirteen years between us. She’s related to one of my players which automatically makes her off-limits. Hanging around is a recipe for disaster. An invitation to get my ass kicked, but I can’t force myself to leave.
I’ve been looking at her for a while now, and one wide smile and the tilt of her head tells me I don’t stand a chance.
I’m weak as shit.
“A walk,” I repeat, firm in the declaration. Maybe the louder I am, the more I’ll believe it. “That’s it.”
“Calm down, Daddy,” she teases with a smirk and the flip of her ponytail. My fingers curl around the edge of the bar to stop myself from reaching over and wrapping the long strands around my wrist. From giving a sharp tug and pulling her into my lap. “I know how to behave myself.”
It’s not her I’m worried about.
It’s me.
She turns and saunters for the door, not bothering to check if I’m following. I shuffle behind her, aware I might be making the biggest mistake of my life.
I can’t bring myself to care.
TWO
HANNAH
Grant
Hannahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
Where did you goooooooooooooo?
Me
My head started to hurt, so I left early.
Grant
Are you okayyyyy? Meds? You need medz?
Me
