Christ, he loved that nickname. As though sensing his weakness, Cheryl snuggled back into his arms, her breasts pressing against his stomach. Blood rushed to places where he definitely didn’t need it. He closed his eyes and saw Cheryl drunkenly riding him on her kitchen floor, whimpering as she slid up and down his cock. ‘I can’t help it, Patrick, I’m gonna come…’
He put a hand on her back. “We should go get some water—”
“Mmmm,” Cheryl said, rubbing her face against him. “You feel sooo good.”
The Cheryl in his mind fucked him faster, her big tits bouncing, dark eyes rolling back. ‘You feel sooo good, Patrick. I’ve needed this for so long.’
He stepped back and tried to separate their bodies, but Cheryl clung to him. “Pat-trick, it’s fine… but also… it’s not fine.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know.” She glared up at him and he understood. Lola. Hope inflated in him like a hot air balloon.
“You don’t like that I was talking to another woman?”
Cheryl’s lips curled into a pretty snarl. “No. Yes. You’re my best friend. And I just… When I saw you with… It’s not my business. And I don’t care, but I dinnet like it.”
She swallowed and he saw a spark of something he’d never seen in her before. Jealousy. Honest-to-God, green-eyed jealousy. Beth’s plan had actually fucking worked.
Then Cheryl tipped sideways, dragging him down by his shirtfront. “Should we… More drinks?”
He pulled her close, supporting her head on his chest. “I’m taking you home, KitKat.”
“Nooooo! Wait, do you mean you’ll come wiv me? Stay the night?”
That meant sleeping on her couch but he was fine with that. He’d already gotten more than he’d ever hoped from this evening. “Of course, I’ll stay over. Let’s leave.”
“Yayyyyy…” she slurred. “I love you, Pat-trick.”
Misery rolled through him like an army tanker. She’d said that before. So had he. Until he’d fallen for Cheryl, he’d had no idea ‘I love you’ could be so fucking vague. When he said it, he meant it the way husbands loved their wives. When Cheryl said it, she meant ‘I love the way we laugh together. I love being your friend. I love you like a brother.’
He mentally shook himself. Cheryl didn’t need a lovesick sadboy right now. She needed a friend. He took her hand. “We’re going now, KitKat.”
“M’kayyy.”
He half-steered, half-carried her out of the cabin and toward the floating ramp. The night air was freezing and when they reached the staircase, Cheryl just stood there, rocking in her heels like a drunken sailor. “Pat-trick…?”
“Way ahead of you.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her down the unstable surface, his jacket wrapped around her to protect her from the icy wind. He caught a few wolf whistles from his drunk teammates, but he ignored them. Cheryl needed him.
When they were back on solid ground, he tried to put her down, but she clutched his shirt. “Are we getting another drinkkkk?”
“Not right now, KitKat.”
He carried her to the curb, looking for the town cars Derek and Mara had hired to take people home.
“Oh nooo… Do I have my purse?” Cheryl moaned.
Patrick felt her lower back. “Yup, still on you.”
“Gooood.” She looped her arms around his neck. “Pat-trick, I’m soooo glad you’re here…”
Every hair on his body stood on end. Her mouth was centimetres from his. With a strength he didn’t know he had, he turned his face away. “Where are these cars?”
“Dunnow, Pat-trick.”
The way she kept saying his name… like she liked the way it tasted. He pictured the two of them in the back of a taxi. Cheryl’s head in his lap, sucking his cock with the same desperation currently pounding through his body. The driver trying not to watch in the rear-view as she worked him, her sparkling heels catching the streetlights as they passed…
He shook his head.
