“Ohhh, he wentthere!” Lucas chirps.
“Captain’s on fire tonight!” comes Oliver’s voice.
Seb still smiles, though it falters a little bit as he stands to remove his jersey. “Yeah…guess you always gotta have the last word, huh?”
I stand, brushing past him to the shower stall with a half grin. “Nah. Just the better one.” I wink at him.
Seb’s smile falls, replaced with something caught between awe and surprise as I walk into the shower, the noise of the guys fading behind me.
If he really knew how I imagine Kaeli, he’d fucking blush.
Twenty
Kaeli
We’re celebrating in New York, the occasion being the team having won the game and wiping the ice with the Falcons. Everyone decides to head to a club instead of a bar.
All weekend, I’ve pleasured myself imagining it was Ezra, even though I despise him for what he did at the moment, the way he left me outside the bar.
I tried my hands and toys, but nothing seemed to get me over the edge. Not like I wanted it to. An overwhelming orgasm enough to douse me.
That’s what I need to erase the itch and get out of this funk. So, I get my body into the sexiest dress I own. A black sequined, backless dress. The hem of the back barely begins over my ass, hanging on my shoulder with a sorry excuse of a strap.
I leave my hair down, apply my favorite red lipstick, and put on my red-bottom heels. God, I love them.
“Dayumm, girl. You’re ready to kill some guys tonight,” Stacy remarks, seeing me in the hotel lobby, her face lit up as she looks stunning in her brown dress. “Let’s go, girlfriends, let’s get you laid tonight,” she extends her hands to Jodi and me, and I circle it with my own.
Stacy has a husband, so it’s definitely only me who’s getting laid. Jodi, in her silver dress, looks gorgeous, but she’s shy, and I don’t think she’d be into one-night stands. But who knows?
“Damn right,” I exclaim, pumped up for tonight and what it has in store for me. I have a good feeling about tonight, and I hope that doesn’t change.
Our Uber takes us to the club, and skipping the line, we head right in.
My eyes take in the place. It’s lit with neonpurple and pink lights, creating a soothing and sexy ambience, getting people into the mood for some action.
Some people line up at the bar, while some gyrate their sweaty bodies on the dance floor.
“Let’s get drinks,” I suggest, jerking my head to the bar instead of heading toward the VIP area where I know everyone on the team is, and both of them nod. We order shots of tequila, clearly aware of the leering gaze of men eyeing us.
“To getting some action tonight,” I raise my glass in a toast.
“Hear, hear,” Stacy shouts over the loud music, and we cheer, tipping our heads back to drown the shot.
I drink three more shots, and by the time I tell them that I’m going to dance and find myself a man to fuck tonight, I’m already buzzing with the alcohol streaming inside my body.
Stumbling my way into the crowd, I start swaying my hips to the sensual rhythm of the music as it buries itself under my skin. The smell of sweat, sin, and sex heightening my senses. I lose myself as my eyelids fall shut, feeling each beat of the music.
Soon, a pair of masculine hands engulf me,sliding down my stomach, as the warmth of someone’s body presses into my back. I stiffen for a second, flashbacks threatening to assault me in the middle of the club.
With a deep breath, I relax, reminding myself that it’s not him and that I’m safe. That I want it. I don’t open my eyes to see who it is, relishing this moment and surrendering myself to the primal urge of seeking a physical connection.
My hand snakes behind and hooks around the man’s neck. He pulls me closer, and I can feel his warm breath over the crook of my neck. I tip my head to the side to give him more access, when suddenly his body is yanked from mine with a brutal shove.
Startled, my eyes fling open and find him towering over the man I thought I was going to fuck tonight. “If I see you near her ever again, I swear to God, you will not take your next breath. So,fuck off,” Ezra threatens the man whose name I still don’t know.
I’m too shocked to say anything, and when the man doesn’t make a move, he growls, taking a step in his direction, “Run.”
The coward yelps and scurries away. His movement brings me out of my trance, and I’mabout to open my mouth to yell at him when he turns toward me and hauls me to his chest.
