Happy holds his glass up in the air, declining with a shake of his head, and Dallas lowers his chin, whispering, “Okay, so maybe he’s embarrassed…”
Emily rolls her eyes, flashing me a knowing smile.
With a laugh, I turn and continue around the table, saying hello to a few of the other players I know before sidling in next to Happy. I feel him glance at me, but I avoid his eyes, staring up at the television playing a baseball game as I take a sip of my wine.
“You see the game?” Happy asks hesitantly after a few beats.
“No.” I shake my head. “But I heardyouhad a total shocker.”
He huffs a humorless laugh, and from my periphery I seehim shake his head, and I don’t know why, but I feel my heart tug because that’s not like Happy at all.
In one go, I down the rest of my wine. Placing the empty glass on the table, I slide it in front of Happy, clinking it against his beer. I turn my head to stare at him, waiting for him to look at me, and Jesus Christ, even with a busted nose the man is still so goddamn attractive. Those lips. Fuck. Me.
“I need a ride home…” I say on a bored sigh, quietly so no one nearby can possibly hear me over the din of the bar.
Happy’s eyes flit to the side, looking at me.
“And you just so happen to have a fugly-ass truck parked right outside.”
I catch his lips twitch, and when he finally looks at me, I bite back my smile and offer him a wink. Turning, I glance back at our friends, making sure everyone is far too preoccupied to notice what’s happening, and then I head directly for the door.
As I’m walking toward Happy’s truck, his alarm chirps and the lights flicker in response. I glance over my shoulder to find him following a few feet behind, hands shoved into the pockets of his suit pants, head down. I continue, opening the passenger door and hopping in, and Happy climbs into the driver’s seat a few beats later, not saying a word before starting the engine. In fact, it isn’t until we’re in the steady flow of traffic on Ninth Avenue that I finally break the tension-filled silence.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask bluntly, turning to look at him. “You’re not yourself.”
He’s overwrought, hands clasped tight around the steering wheel, his knuckles stretched white, jaw ticking, eyes slightly narrowed.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head, not looking at me.
“Is this about the game?” I press.
I see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, but he doesn’t respond.
“It was one bad game, Hap,” I say airily. “Not even a game. Like, thirty seconds of a game. You guys still won.”
Again, he doesn’t respond, and I notice the way he chews on his bottom lip. God, I’ve never seen Happy Slater so… bothered. This isn’t like him at all. Suddenly, I get an idea, and, biting my back my smile, I shift a little in the seat, as close as I can get, and I reach out, gently cupping his cheek, my thumb coaxing his bottom lip out from between his teeth.
Happy glances at me then, his dark eyes meeting mine, and I offer him a small smile, my hand falling from his face down onto his chest, skimming over the soft cotton of his button down, following the tight ridges lining his abs underneath, before stopping at his belt. When I make quick work of the buckle, releasing the leather, Happy sucks in a breath.
“What are you doing, Baby Draper?” he asks, his voice low and gruff.
I expertly release the clip, dragging down the zipper, and sliding a hand inside his boxers, I lean in close enough to drag my lips against the shell of his ear with a whispered, “I’m going to suck your cock so you’ll stop being such a downer.”
CHAPTER 11
HAPPY
Before I can even formulate a response, Hannah moves my right hand from the steering wheel and lowers her head. I know this is so not a good idea considering I’m currently careening through the city behind the wheel of my truck, but the second I feel her lips wrap around my cock, it’s like I’ve lost all ability to speak.
Gripping the steering wheel, I stare straight ahead, trying hard to focus while she takes me in so deep, I hit the back of her throat and hear her gag, a sound that makes me almost come. “Shit.”
Hannah grips the base of my cock with her hand, holding me tight, and her head bobs up and down, sucking me like a goddamn Dyson. It takes everything I have to keep my head from falling back against the seat.
Popping off me, Hannah lifts up, her hand jerking me off, and when I glimpse over to see her lips all wet and swollen, her cheeks flushed and eyes dazed with lust, I can’t stop myself from wrapping a hand around the back of her head and pulling her in to claim her lips with a rough kiss all while still keeping one eye on the road.
“You’re a bad fucking influence, Baby Draper,” I murmur against her mouth.
With a mischievous grin, she ducks down once more, swallowing my cock until she’s gagging again, only this time she doesn’t pull back; she takes me deeper until I’m not even sure she can breathe.
