I laugh at the ridiculousness of the conversation.
Everett grins.
“There you go,” he says, punching my arm playfully. “He’s finally loosening up. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“You’re so annoying.” But he’s right, I am relaxing.
Three masked women approach us, wearing nothing but lace underwear, and Everett’s grin widens. He opens his arms for the honey blonde wearing a sparkling, hot pink mask that complements the see-through pink lace corset and G-string. Her outfit does nothing to hide her ample tits and bare mound.
Holy shit.
I swallow a mouthful of beer and avert my eyes from my mate’s girl as my dick gives an involuntary kick in my pants. I’m going to hell. Fuck me, he’s a lucky man.
Emily’s two friends, Claudia and Meg, both offer me seductive smiles as they hover in front of us, wearing similar outfits in purple and yellow. My pulse pounds in my ears as I swallow the last of my beer. It’s suddenly very hot in here.
“How’s it going, Blake?” Claudia asks, reaching up on her stiletto heels to kiss my cheek. “Are you ready for the season opener against Macquarie next week?”
Her question catches me off-guard. It takes me a second to remember Claudia’s dad is Coach Raynor, Beckford U’s assistant coach.
I clear my throat and take a step back, bumping into the bar.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I mumble. Christ, I’m going to kill Everett for putting me in this situation.
Now whenever I look at Coach Raynor, I’ll picture his half-naked daughter rubbing against me like a cat in heat. Fan-fucking-tastic.
“This place is wild,” Meg says, biting down on her plump bottom lip as she squeezes my bicep.
“Wild,” I repeat, gently removing her hand.
Both girls are standing way too close for comfort, giving me their best come-fuck-me eyes. I’ll kill Everett if he brought me along as a distraction for Em’s friends. Not only am I not interested in either of them, I’m also not into threesomes.
I turn to my housemate, who has his hands on his girl’s tight arse and his tongue down her throat. I feel like I’m intruding on their foreplay when her hands drift down to unbutton his jeans. Surely he’s not going to fuck her at the bar where any arsehole can watch?
I run a hand through my hair. This was such a bad fucking idea.
“I’m gonna bounce,” I say gruffly.
He wrenches his lips away from Emily and frowns. “Come on, man. Live a little.”
“Not my scene. See you at home. Happy birthday, Em,” I say, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek. “Enjoy your night.”
I check my watch as I stroll towards the exit—I lasted half an hour—and release a sigh. Definitely not worth the two-hundred-and-fifty-dollar casual cover charge. Guiltweighs heavy in my gut. I promised Tori when I moved to Beckford that I’d stay out of trouble and be careful with my inheritance. I feel like I’ve let her down on both counts tonight.
My eyes are still on my watch when I crash into a woman. My hands shoot out on instinct to steady the pretty blonde, and for a heartbeat, everything else fades into nothing. A jolt of lightning hits my chest as wide, crystal green eyes blink at me from behind a white mask with pink and silver glitter accents. I lose the ability to breathe as I stare at the breathtaking woman in my arms. She’s older than me, maybe in her early thirties, but that only intrigues me more.
I clear my throat, but my words still comes out rough. “Easy there, pixie.”
“Pixie?” she repeats, her voice soft and teasing as she tilts her head. A faint smile tugs at her perfect, pillowy lips, and I’m suddenly desperate to lean in for a taste. “That’s new.”
My lips curl. At six foot three, most women are small compared to my broad frame, and while she’s not short by any means, she’s still shorter than me. “Yeah, well… it fits. You’re tiny, and you look like trouble.”
Her cheeks heat, and my hand tightens on her waist, the silk of her silver slip warming beneath my fingers. It’s modest, covering everything tastefully, but I can’t stop my mind from wandering, thinking about how soft she feels beneath it, and how perfectly her body fits against mine.
Before I can stop myself, I reach up and tuck her shoulder-length waves behind herear, then trail my finger down her cheek. Her tongue swipes over her lips, and I mirror her as I lean in closer.
“Can I kiss you, pixie?” I murmur, never taking my eyes from hers.
Swallowing, she stares at me for a moment, then nods, and I close the distance between us.
