I just wasn’t an alcohol girlie.
Give me hot chocolate or lemonade any day.
Daphne took her next turn and sank the ball straight into a beer cup. Cassian winked before drinking.
When it was my turn, Enzo came up behind me.
Nico cupped his hand around his mouth. “Look at Coach Enzo, stepping into the game.”
I loved the way my back felt against his warm chest.
“Now,” he said, almost sounding flirtatious, “I can’t have my Fawn making me look bad, can I?”
Tingles swept up my spine when he ran his fingers down my arm before lifting my hand with the ball.
“You want a good stance like this.” He used his foot to spread mine farther apart and positioned me into a perfect stance.
But I wasn’t pulling away from him.
I liked his touch too much.
I forgot what I was even doing as I inhaled the smell of him.
“Pay attention, Blair,” he rasped. His face went into my neck. “Aim for the middle cup. You make that, and I’ll reward you with my tongue later. Win this entire game, and I’ll do it all night.”
I felt his lips smirk against my skin before he inched away to draw my hand back. His hand stayed on my wrist as I threw theball. It flew through the air and landed straight in the cup Enzo had instructed me.
He laid a gentle kiss on my neck and smacked my ass. “Good girl.”
“Fucking cheaters.” Cassian grabbed the cup and drank the beer.
“Damn.” Adelina fanned herself from the side. “Am I watching a beer pong game or soft-core porn?”
Enzo gave my ass another playful slap before retreating to his sidelines. I frowned, wanting to beg him to come back andcoach meagain.
In fact, with how hot my blood was running, I’d be okay with him dragging me into one of those private rooms.
I didn’t know what this man did to me.
But one touch, and my body was ready to be claimed by him again.
I had to drink another champagne when Nico made a shot.
Each time it was my turn, Enzo hyped me up.
I loved seeing this side of him. Liked seeing him act so human. So normal.
We played two rounds.
Each of us won a game.
Daphne, thankfully, drank most of the cups. She claimed she was a champagne queen and had no issue getting drunk tonight.
Enzo’s phone ringing drew my attention away from the game. He pulled it out of his pocket, checked the screen, and put his hand to his ear while walking away to answer it.
I noticed the way his back went straight and the way his nostrils flared as he listened.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he roared.
