I could go to the bathroom… suggest he follow me. The stalls here reached the floor. It’d be easier to hide, easier to devour him. It’d be raw, dirty. It had me dripping. I could feel it against my thigh.
Still too risky, though. I squashed that idea and focused on the pool table. I sank a ball, then two more, nearly sinking the eight ball by accident. Thigh still wet, I stood shoulder to shoulder with Eli. His scent was powerful enough to drop me to my knees. Typically, when I was in my human form, my senses weren’t as heightened as they were in either my wolf or my were form, but with Eli, that was different. It was as if I was standing there with a wolf’s snout on my face.
I scratched the bridge of my nose. “Looks like I might win this one.”
“I’m just glad you aren’t going easy on me.”
“I would never,” I said, a growl in my voice I didn’t intend to have. “You’re a big boy. You can handle it.”
Eli swallowed. I could tell I was nudging him off-balance a bit. I liked it, catching him by surprise, makinghim flustered. I wanted to keep pushing him, poking at him until he cracked, so then I could put him right back together again with my touch.
Calm. The fuck. Down.
“So,” Eli said, bending down to take the next shot. “About tomorrow. Anything else I should know about the Sharks?”
“Aside from the fact that the team’s our sworn rivals? Nah, sums it up.”
There was also the fact that the team was full of rock-brained and aggressive wolf shifters that hated the Burlington pack with the fury of a thousand suns, but I decided to keep that bit to myself.
“From the videos Coach showed, they seem to play pretty dirty. They’ve got a solid blue line too. That defense looks impenetrable—shit.” Eli watched as he hit the eight ball and sank it with three other solids still on the table.
I winked and grabbed the ball, placing it back on the table. “I didn’t see that.”
“No, you don’t?—”
“And yes, their defense is fucking insane. But they also like to start shit on the ice, so try not to fall for it. They love to fight.” I hit a striped ball, bouncing it off the border and hitting another, the two of them dropping into the hole. “But they aren’t invincible. Their offense can be a bit skittish, so we have to take advantage of that. Whenever we get a whiff of caution from them is when we hit them hard.” I took another shot and sunk my last ball. I aimed at the eight ball but purposefully missed it by a couple of inches.
I didn’t mind it if the game kept going. Hell, I’d be happy playing with Eli all night if it came down to it.
Except I could think of a few other games that would keep us entertained for much longer.
Eli gave me a look. He was clearly suspicious about that shitty shot I just took. He didn’t say anything as he lined himself up. He bent over just next to me, aiming the pool stick between his fingers. The curve of his ass looked delicious from this angle, and his shirt had lifted up slightly. His lower back was dusted with a light brown patch of hair, disappearing under the waistband of his black briefs. I licked my lips. It took everything in me to not reach over and grab him. My entire body was on a knife’s edge. I wanted to slide my hand into his jeans and feel his skin against mine. Wanted to suck that neck while I squeezed his ass, rubbing him between his cheeks, getting him nice and ready for me.
Fuck, I was getting so fucking hard. I stuffed a hand in the pocket of my jeans and subtly repositioned my stiff dick, holding it down.
Eli took his shot. The white ball bounced off the one he aimed for and hit the eight ball instead, sinking it. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I laughed. “Sorry, buddy, that one I did see.”
“Fair enough,” Eli said, smiling as he put his pool cue back into the holder on the wall. “I should stop embarrassing myself and just get some sleep before the game.”
No, no, stay awake with me. Let me unravel you until the sun comes up.
“You sure?” I asked. “I could go another round.”
“So you can keep spanking me? Nah.”
Fucking great. Now I was picturing what Eli’s pale white ass would look like with a strawberry-pink handprint on it.
This was getting out of hand. Pun not intended. I couldn’t keep on fantasizing and drooling and gooning over this guy I’d just met a couple of weeks ago. Maybe I justneeded to get it out of my system. Once my curiosity was satiated, then the lust would surely die down. This could all be solved by one hot night together. Would he be down for that?
Only one way to find out.
“Let’s make a bet,” I said. This could have been a huge mistake, but I wasn’t thinking with my brain. Not the one on my shoulders, at least. “If we win tomorrow, then you and I have a private rematch. I’ve got a pool table at my house. Also a hot tub.”
He seemed to consider that. Eli crossed his arms, and I tried not to stare at the way his biceps flexed with the move.
I failed.
