Good or bad nerves?
I think for a moment.
#Notaserialkiller
Both. I want this, but I’m also terrified.
Maskedsnack
That’s normal. And for what it’s worth, I’m nervous too. But I think it’s going to be good. I think we have chemistry.
I smile at my phone. There’s something about the anonymity of this that makes it easier to be honest. I can tell her things I’d never tell anyone else.
#Notaserialkiller
Talk to you soon
Maskedsnack
Can’t wait
By the time work ends, I’m restless, anxious, and horny as hell. I need to burn off some of this energy, so I text a few friends and suggest hitting up a bar near the arena. Within an hour, I’m walking through the doors of Smokey’s, and I head straight to the bar and order a whiskey neat.
I’m on my third drink when Landon Kane walks in. He’s alone, but his eyes find mine across the bar, and he makes his way over to where I’m sitting.
“Hey, Coach,” he says, sliding onto the stool next to me. “Mind if I join you?”
“Sure, what are you drinking?”
“Whatever you’re having,” he says, and signals the bartender.
We fall into an easy conversation, not really about anything. Landon keeps ordering drinks, and I keep accepting them. My vision gets a little fuzzy, and I’m aware it is probably a bad idea.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about?” Landon says, leaning closer to me. “The locker room.”
My pulse thumps in my neck. “Landon . . .”
“I’ve been thinking about it a lot,” he whispers.
“We can’t do this,” I say, but I don’t move away from him.
“Why not?” he asks. “Who’s going to know?”
He has a point. The bar is crowded, and we’re tucked away in a corner. No one’s paying attention to us.
“Come on,” Landon says, standing up. “I need to show you something.”
I follow him as he leads me toward the back of the bar, in the direction of the men’s room. We slip inside, and he locks the door behind us.
The moment the lock clicks, he slams me against the door and kisses me. I hesitate for a split second before I give in to the need to be closer to him. He tastes like whiskey, and I’m drowning in the sensation.
“I’ve wanted to do that every day this week,” he breathes against my lips.
“Landon,” I whisper, but he cuts me off by kissing me again. His hands are everywhere—on my waist, in my hair, sliding down my back.
He breaks the kiss only long enough to spin me around and press my chest down against the counter. He pushes my shirt up and runs his hands over my bare back, then his mouth is there, kissing and biting the skin between my shoulders.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against me, making goosebumps erupt all across my exposed flesh. “Just like this.”
