“I’m in,” Santo agrees with a grin.
“I’ll put your bag with my stuff before the bus leaves," Miles says. “This way, you won’t have to worry about it while we call for a ride.”
“Wait,” I say, remembering that I’m wearing a sweatshirt. Pulling it over my head, I hand it to him. The guys’ jaws drop because I’m wearing a shirt I bought on a whim online and haven’t ever worn.
It’s still long sleeved, but the mesh shows off a ton of skin. It’s also a crop top that I notice Miles is staring at.
“Levon, please don’t drink tonight,” he mumbles.
“Damn, he has everything figured out, doesn’t he?” Levon murmurs as Miles hurries off.
“I’m not mad about it,” Santo shrugs. “It’s exhausting trying to plan shit sometimes. It’s nice not to have to worry about it.”
“Amen to that,” I say.
Meeting Miles outside, I call for a car on my app excitedly. I figure we can walk the French Quarter until something calls to us. After so much adrenaline flowing through my body from the game, I need to work it off or I’ll never sleep.
SANTO
We’re at a hole in the wall bar with good music and a dance floor. The first thing I did was pull Caelia out with me, loving the way her hips begin to sway as she dances. She moves in a carefree manner that I know is drawing attention, but only because she’s so fucking sexy.
Pulling her close, I ghost my fingers over the exposed skin on her stomach. I notice someone walking behind her and growlunder my breath, turning Caelia’s body so her back is against my chest.
“Mine,” I murmur in her ear, grinding my erection against her ass.
Caelia whimpers as she drops her head back on my shoulder, giving me full access to her neck and mouth.
“You’re practically fucking,” Levon teases as he steps in front of us. “Please, carry on.”
Caelia laughs as she rubs her hand over his chest, and Levon pushes his thick thigh between her legs for her to ride.
“Mmmm, rock your hips, baby,” I growl against the shell of her ear.
This place is packed, and now that we’re blocking everyone’s view of our girl, no one is paying attention to us.
Caelia gives a little whine, and I groan as I push her up Levon’s thigh.
I’ll just edge her…
Levon kisses her as he rocks his hips more than dances, but he can definitely get away with it. He leans Caelia’s head back just enough so I can join in the kiss, so I do. It’s all tongue, lips, and teeth, and we all groan into each other’s mouths.
“I’m going to have to cut in,” Miles chuckles, getting our attention. “Come here, beautiful. Drink some water for me.”
Levon helps steady her as she sways slightly, and she gives Miles a goofy smile as she lets him pull her to him.
“Are you having fun?” he asks, holding out the open bottle to her.
“Yes,” she says, taking a long sip, her throat working to swallow in a way that gives me very dirty thoughts.
“Fuck,” Levon mutters.
“Yes please,” I chuckle darkly.
“Since Miles is stealing her, I guess I should dance with you,” he smirks, stepping into my space until we’re as close as possible.
He grinds against me, and I sigh as my cock brushes against his. While I wore jeans, he’s in an open neck button up white shirt and dress pants. Grabbing his hip, I wrap my other arm around his neck, intent on enjoying every second of this.
I have a feeling Caelia is going to be so good for us. We don’t typically have the time to go out unless it’s to dinner or something, so I love that I’m here, in New Orleans, and I don’t have to rush back to Tennessee.
