Sophia snorts with a mocking smile. “I guess basketball skills don’t transfer to beer pong.”
I take my shot, aiming carefully and tossing the ball with finesse. It lands in a cup with a satisfying splash.
Ethan’s eyes narrow. “It’s just not my day.” He grins confidently. “But I have skills beyond the basketball court, too. I could show you some.” He winks at her.
“Ethan, please behave,” Anya says, amused.
Ethan glances over at Anya and grins. “Alright, alright, I’ll behave. But only because you asked, Anya.” He winks at her, smirking at me. I shoot him a glare.
Sophia scoffs. “Oh, like I would be interested in your so-called ‘skills.’”
The game goes on for a while. It’s clear that we are definitely losing. Sophia is too good at this; she hasn’t missed at all. It’s my turn now. I pick up the ball, but before I can aim, Anya says, “Can I try?”
“I can never say no to you, baby. Go ahead.” I grin lazily,stepping back and giving the ball to her. Anya takes it and grins at me, confident and sexy. She steps up to the table, looking like she owns the game. She aims the ball, focusing on the cups in front of her, her body pressed close, her ass rubbing against my dick, which sends a spark of heat through me. I try to keep my focus, but it’s impossible to ignore the teasing grin she throws my way.
“Oops, looks like I missed,” she says with a playful smirk, as the ball bounces off the rim of a cup.
I raise an eyebrow at her, my voice low, so that no one hears. “That was no accident.”
Anya steps aside, “We are going to get snacks. Do you guys want anything?” she asks, her eyes raking over me.
I watch as Anya walks away with Siya, her hips swaying with every step she takes. She’s holding Siya’s hand protectively. My eyes are still glued to her. I try to focus on the game, but it’s impossible with the way my dick is throbbing. She really will be the death of me.
“Come on, dude. It’s your turn,” Louis says, a yawn escaping his lips. I tear my gaze away from Anya, take the shot, and miss it.
“What happened? Missing your lucky charm?” Louis sneers.
I glare at him. He raises his hands in surrender. I scan through the crowd, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Her phone is with me. I do not trust the guys here. I will have to find her.
The alcohol is messing with my head. I narrow my eyes to see better through the crowd. I finally spot her across the room, standing close to a tall guy with tousled hair and a charming grin. My blood runs cold. It’s Henry—the guy Anya went on that blind date with. I force myself to breathe. She’s just talking to him. But I can’t ignore the sudden spike of jealousy as I watch her laugh at something Henry says. Dammit, it’s ridiculous how much the man getting to me right now.
As much as I try to tell myself that there’s no reason to worry, I can’t help the way my heart clenches as I watch them talk. I force myself to focus on the game, but my mind is fixated on Anya. Even though I can’t hear their conversation, I can’t help but wonder what they’re talking about.
“I quit,” I grit out, my frustration bubbling over. Louis raises an eyebrow, clearly confused. I push my way through the crowd, my heart pounding. The laughter and chatter fade into the background as I focus solely on Anya. As I approach, I catch snippets of their conversation, her laughter ringing out like music, and it only makes my gut twist tighter.
“Hey baby,” I call out, trying to keep my tone casual. Her head snaps in my direction, surprise lighting up her face.
“Dan–” she starts to say, but I cut her off, my gaze flickering to Henry. He smiles at me slightly.
“I will excuse myself,” he says, leaving us alone. I watch Henry walk away, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly.
“He—” I do not let her finish. I hold her hand and pull her into me. She smiles at me sneakily. I clench my jaw. I can’t lose control right now; not here. I need to get us out of here.
I guide her through the packed room, our hands intertwined tightly. The space is filled with drunk people, their laughter and loud chatter overwhelming. I push through the crowd, my grip on her hand like a vice. I turn to look at her and she grins, her eyes gleaming with a playful light. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and I am doing everything in my power to keep my cool. The journey to my room feels like a lifetime, the noise around us a distant hum. Finally, I push open the door to my room, letting go of her hand to close and lock the door behind us.
I turn and pin her between the door and my body, my hands resting on either sides of her head, trapping herin place. My eyes rake over her, taking in the way my jersey engulfs her entirely. “Looks like you were having a good time out there,” I murmur, my voice low and strained.
She shivers. “Jealous?” she raises an eyebrow, her voice coming out a little breathless.
I smack her ass and pull her closer to me. My hand slides under her skirt. My eyes widen when I am met with smooth, slick skin. I squeeze her ass and she gasps. “No panties in public, Firecracker?” My eyes darken, and I lean in to whisper, “You have been pushing my limits tonight, baby.” I nibble at her neckline, and a needy moan escapes her lips.
“So…” She breathes, her voice barely above a whisper, teasing. “What are you going to do about it, captain?”
I grip her thighs, lifting her and carrying her across the room. Her eyes widen as she sees herself in the mirror. I smirk. “I think it’s time I remind you who you belong to,” I murmur.
“As much as I like you in my jersey—” I kiss her nape.“---I would like it better on the floor right now.” Anya’s breath hitches as she gazes into the mirror, her eyes meeting mine through the reflection. I smirk, enjoying the way her body responds to me.
Slowly, I slide my hands under the hem of the jersey, my fingers brushing against her warm skin. She shudders under my touch. Her eyes darken as I lift the fabric higher and take it off swiftly, leaving her bare except for her pink bra.
