“You’re right. Hendricks said it would be a good way to blow off steam. Fuck.” Calvin runs his hand over his face. “I’m going back to the hotel.”
He sets the shot on the table and stalks away. Kellan grabs the shot, pouring it in the trash before setting the glass back on the table.
“That was smooth, Cooper. I don’t know if I would have done the same,” Clay admits.
“Been where he’s at. It’s easy to get distracted by the college experience and lose sight of your goals.” Kellan shrugs, looking away uncomfortably.
I notice that he rubs his chest again. He does that a lot. It makes me wonder if he has bad heartburn or something.
Before I can ask, Peyton squeals. “This is my jam. Let’s go.”
She pulls Grace out onto the floor, pointing at me to do the same.
Turning to Kellan, I give him a coy smile. “Dance with me, hotshot.”
“Would love to, beautiful.”
“Gross. Get a room,” Beckett calls after us.
I don’t miss his grunt or the way Clay says, “Dude, that’s my sister,” as we walk away.
Once on the floor, I spin, wrapping Kellan’s arms around my center as I start to dance with him. He pulls me even closer, grinding against my back. My body feels like it is on fire. Every place his hands touch me feels like sparks against my skin.
Spinning in his arms, I wrap my own around his neck. The way his hands lightly grab my ass has me ready to dry hump him on this floor. My pussy is throbbing, needing him inside of me.
I’ve never felt this turned on in my life.
Popping up onto my tiptoes, I pull his head down for a kiss. He doesn’t hesitate, sliding his tongue against mine. All pretenses of dancing have fallen away as we make out on the dance floor without shame. I have no idea how long we stand in the middle of the floor like that, but the only thing that stops us is a tap on my shoulder.
I pull back, feeling how puffy my lips feel.
“We are going back to the hotel. You okay?” Peyton asks.
I nod. “All good.”
“Good. Let me know if you are planning to sleep elsewhere. Grace is with Clay.”
“She’s staying with me.” Kellan’s husky tone has my core tightening.
“Yeah, I’m staying with him.” I’m breathless.
Peyton only laughs, giving me a wink. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
As she walks away, I don’t miss how Beckett meets her halfway, his hand falling to the small of her back.
Looking back at Kellan, I smile. “So I’m staying with you tonight?”
“I only want to cuddle. I like having you in my arms,” he admits.
That only makes me grin wider. “That’s too bad. I was hoping I could take you for a ride.”
It takes him a minute to realize what I’ve said, but once it clicks, he smirks. “Then we better stop for condoms on the way to the hotel.”
“Lead the way then.”
As I walk out of the bar with him, I realize I have never felt as desired as I do in this moment.
It’s all because of Kellan.
