Seth
This wasthe absolute last place I wanted to be tonight. But when Claire came out of the bathroom wearing a skin-tight black tube dress, I found my feet moving. Over my dead body was I letting her go out looking like that without me.
After recruiting a few teammates, we’d snagged a couple of booths in the corner and sipped our water while Claire and her crazy girlfriends shook their arses out on the dancefloor. She wasn’t pissed yet, but I was pretty sure give her another couple of drinks, and I’d be carrying her out of here and holding back her hair.
I couldn’t blame her for wanting to blow off some steam. Yesterday all of her dreams had come true. Lachie, one of Jax’s friends, had offered her a full-time job in his brand-new salon. It was a fifteen-minute drive from my place, in a good area. And after I’d fucked the excitement out of her, Claire had laid in my arms gushing about the layout and the tiles and the mirrors and how amazing it was going to be. Lachie didn’t even seem to mind that she hadn’t finished her apprenticeship and offered to help get her over the line.
She tugged at her dress, pulling it up as it slipped down, I growled, not even realising I’d done it.
“Whipped much?” Angus asked, flagging down a passing waitress and ordering some food.
“Look at her. Wouldn’t you be?” My eyes were glued to Claire’s arse as it bounced along to the beat.
“Fair call. It’s a nice arse…”
“Keep your eyes to your fucking self,” I threatened, eyeballing Hamish over the top of my glass.
“Watch it, Hamish. Rookie’ll rip your arms off,” Angus reminded him. He wasn’t wrong. “So, you ready for this weekend?” Angus asked me, changing the subject.
“Yep.”
“I’ve gotta ask, what the hell was that yesterday?” Hamish asked, looking seriously intrigued.
“What was what?”
“Some of those moves you showed off? Where the hell have you been hiding them?”
“Ah. It was nothing.”
“Nothing! Nothing! I didn’t know you could do half that shit. And that shot from the sideline. The bend on that kick was fucking epic.”
“It was okay.”
“Okay! Okay! Angus, is this shit head for real?”
Hamish looked like his mind was blown. He had no idea. I’d shown them only a fraction of what was in my bag of tricks and the best thing was, they hadn’t hated it. They hadn’t even been pissed. Well, unless you took into account the fact that I’d been hiding them. Now the cat was out of the bag and I was going to have some fun.
“I was just having some fun. It’s a game, isn’t it? Games are supposed to be fun.”
“Winning is fun.”
“Yeah, but winning while you’re having fun is even better.”
“Perth aren’t going to know what hit them on Sunday.” Angus smirked.
“Why’s that?” I asked, wondering what I missed.
“Because they have no idea what’s coming. The fact that you haven’t even come on as a sub means your secrets are safe.”
“For now,” I added quickly.
A moment later, the table was buried under a mountain of deep-fried food. There were woodfired pizzas, hot chips, nachos, spring rolls, and delicious smelling smoky barbeque chicken wings. I snagged a wing, ignoring the fact it was burning my fingers and ate it quickly. When I’d stripped the bone bare, I dropped it on the plate and reached for a napkin. Before I could clean up the mess, a hand wrapped around my wrist and lifted my fingers to their mouth.
Claire sucked the sauce from my fingertips, and I groaned as my dick twitched. I knew exactly what she could do with that extremely talented mouth, and the memory alone had my jeans tightening painfully. Dropping into my lap, I gasped as her arse settled over my hard-on, and when she wriggled, I knew the evil minx knew exactly what game she was playing. A game that was going to get her sexy arse spanked if she kept it up.
Settling my hands on her hips, I tried to hold her steady as she stole a spring roll, wrapping her shiny pink lips around it. “Having fun?” I asked.
“Yep.”
