I open my eyes when I realize what I’m doing…and how much firmer Camden feels now.
I’m making him hard.
Chapter 21
Ellie
Iinstantly stop and spin around. I cup my hands over my mouth and let out a muffled, “Oh my god!”
He lets out a flustered laugh. His cheeks are bright red. “It’s all good.”
“Sorry, I’ve had a lot to drink, so I wasn’t really paying attention.”
He clears his throat and glances down, then back up at me. “It’s fine now.”
I bite my lip, feeling mortified. For a moment, we just stand there and stare at each other.
“Last song of the night!” the DJ booms.
A different song plays right as everyone crowds the dance floor. Camden gets pulled away by his teammates right as Dakota pulls me to join her and Sophie and the rest of the girls dancing.
When the reception ends, we all gather at the front of the winery and wave goodbye to Sophie and Xander as they drive off in a classic car to their honeymoon suite.
The rest of us hop onto the shuttle and head back to the hotel, which is twenty minutes away. The whole time, I’m quiet as I sitnext to Camden. I can’t believe I was grinding my ass against his dick and made himhard.
When I glance at him, he’s staring out the window, an easy, unbothered look on his face.
I wonder if he’s freaking out about this like I am. Probably not. He doesn’t look like he is.
When we’re back at our hotel, Theo asks if anyone wants to have a drink at the hotel bar. A handful of people say yes.
“What about you, Connors? Wanna join us for a nightcap?” Theo asks.
“Sure.”
I turn to Camden. “I’m tired. I’m going to head to the room.”
His mouth lifts in a gentle smile. “I’ll be quiet when I walk in so I don’t wake you.”
I tell him thanks and head up to the hotel room. I kick off my heels and head straight for the shower. The hot water feels like heaven, melting away all my makeup and sweat from dancing.
I’m sitting on top of one of the two queen beds in our room, eating a bag of dried mango strips. Camden offered to get me my own hotel room, but I told him I was fine with us sharing a room with two beds. I didn’t want anyone suspecting why we, a married couple, would want separate rooms.
A few minutes later, Camden walks in with a six-pack of beer.
“Is that for the after party?” I joke.
“It’s for you, actually. Theo brought some gluten-free beer in case you wanted to join us, but since you went to the room, he wanted me to give it to you.”
I smile, heartened at how thoughtful Camden’s teammates are to go the extra mile to include me.
“That’s so sweet of him. Now I feel bad for not joining.”
Camden waves a hand as he kicks off his shoes and loosens his tie. “It’s totally fine. Everyone understands. Half of them went up to their rooms after one drink. We were all gettingpretty tired. Theo could only shotgun one beer before he had to call it a night.”
I burst out laughing. “Wow, people actually shotgun beers? I thought that’s something that only happened in movies and TV shows.”
Camden sheds his suit jacket and drapes it over the armchair in the corner. “Wait, you’ve never seen someone shotgun a beer?”
