“Shut up.” She backhands my stomach and I curl into the blow. She looks back into the duffle and there’s a denim jacket packed too.
“So should we get ready to go?” I ask.
“I suppose so.”
She disappears into the bathroom and I change into jeans and a button up shirt. A few minutes later, Laney steps out into the room.
I owe Dee a debt I might never be able to repay for picking this dress for Laney.
Because I swear to everything holy, she is a walking wet dream.
Her creamy skin peeks through the lace at her torso and my eyes trail down to where two little bows gather the dress at the top of her thighs. She’s paired the dress with old sneakers and I watch, transfixed, as she slings the jean jacket over her shoulders.
I don’t know if I’d be able to leave the room if she didn't have that armor on.
“Ready?” She asks me as she flicks her blonde hair over her shoulder. Instead of its usual braid, it is down and sweeping across her back.
She radiates pure, powerful, natural beauty.
And I’m barely hanging on by a thread.
Chapter twenty-two
Laney
Passenger Princess
“Shewaspowerfulandgraceful and just fucking fierce!” I am so excited I can’t help but skip out ahead of Miguel to the parking lot. Isla was amazing. She flew across the ice in a badass outfit with sparkles and curves of fabric and did these incredible spins and jumps and let her partner, Spencer, just throw her around while skating at top speed across the ice. Amazing. The three foot strawberry licorice rope I made Miguel buy me might also be working its way through my bloodstream, fueling my enthusiasm. “And like, you can just tell she’s a natural.”
“So are you.” He says with a soft smile.
“Oh, no. I can’t skate for shit. I tried with Dee a few seasons ago when her team had an employee family skate day. Impossible.”
He laughs. “No Laney, I meant withyoursport.”
“Oh.” I slow as we reach the truck. Instead of going around to his side Miguel steps up next to my door.
“Yeah, oh.” My breath stutters as his fingers trace the hem of my dress, flicking up to the little bow that holds the hem an inchhigher than the rest. I saw him staring at this same spot several times throughout the night. “This dress is something else.”
“I think Dee had some dirty intentions for it.” I admit and if she didn’t we need to have a chat about appropriate clothing choices in professional settings.
“I don’t want to talk about Dee right now.” He whispers against me and his palm travels up my thigh and slides under to the matching red lace thong.
Miguel lifts his head and checks for other people in the parking lot before hooking a finger into the fabric and yanking it down my legs. He lets it drop around my ankles.
He holds my waist as I step one foot out and then kick my other foot up to pull the panties off completely.
“These are mine now.” He says as he palms them and shoves them into his front pocket.
“Am I not wearing underwear for the ride home?”
“No, and not for the rest of the night.” He says. Then he pops open the door. “In.”
“Yes Coach.” I bite my lip as I move slowly to stand on the running board to get in. I pop my ass back against him as I go.
I hear the rumble in his chest and smile, satisfied with myself. If he can turn me on and not follow through I can do the same.
But before I sit down his palm cracks across my ass and I yelp.
