Josh
Iwaitedfor Holly to answer, hoping she wasn’t ready to call it a night. Yes, when I had left Travis and the guys at the arena, I’d been more than interested in hooking up with some random girl. But for some reason, ever since meeting up with Holly, Trent, and Kelsey tonight, that need had burned away like the San Francisco fog. Now I was more interested in hanging out with Hollyinstead.
No, I wasn’t falling for her, nor did I believe my life would be more complete with her in it. I didn’t buy into that bullshit. The only true love I had room for in my life was hockey. Between the training, the practices, the games, and the road trips, there wasn’t much time for anythingelse.
And let’s not forget the complications that arose if you were traded. If you were married, your family now had to put their lives on hold to move to a different city and start all over again. Same deal if you were in a serious, committedrelationship.
But what happened if youweren’t?
What happened if she decided to move in with you and you weren’t interested in the extra baggage—no matter how incredible she was inbed?
No, I wasn’t talking from experience, but a few of my teammates had sworn off girlfriends because of it…likeTravis.
But for a guy—like me—who wasn’t interested in marriage or having a family, being a hockey player was the perfectcareer.
“I’m ready to go,” Holly said, answering my question. “But I’m not ready to go home yet.” Her mouth spread into a playful grin. “Let’s go somewhere and really have some fun, mate.” There were times when Holly’s accent was stronger than normal. Apparently after having a few drinks was one of thosetimes.
Did I mention my cock really appreciated her Aussieaccent?
Before I could ask what she had in mind, she jumped up from her seat and held her hand out to me. “Let’s godancing.”
A few minutes later, we were cabbing it to a new nightclub that had recently opened, which meant it was currently the hottest spot in town. Fortunately, the bouncer was a hockey fan. He waved us in with little more than a “Next year, man. Next year,” and a fistbump.
Yes, being an NHL player had its advantages. And I for one wasn’t against making the most of it—especially after ourloss.
Inside, the club was as busy as expected, both on the dance floor and off. Pop music pulsated through the speakers, making it hard to have any sort of conversation. But I didn’t come here to talk to Holly. And from the way she was swaying, talking was also the last thing she was interestedin.
“Let’s dance,” I said, then without giving her a chance to reply, I grabbed her hand and led her through the crowd to the dancefloor.
Didn’t like dancing when the floor was packed? Then you’d obviously been dancing all wrong—and with the wrong partner. I slipped my fingers under the hem of her top and stroked the soft skin on her lower back. Her breasts pressed proudly against the fabric, beckoning me to tease them with my fingers, with mymouth.
She was wearing a tight gray skirt that hugged her sexy ass and revealed her toned, never-ending legs. Her toned and never-ending legs that I had fantasized about on more than one occasion wrapped around myhips.
The neckline of her cream-colored top, with the tiny buttons down the front, was designed to be professional, not to flaunt her cleavage. But that didn’t stop me from imagining what her tits looked like under the softfabric.
With her hands on my shoulders, she arched back and her breasts screamed, “Touch me!” But while they might’ve said that, I wasn’t so sure if Holly would agree so readily. Just because a girl danced provocatively didn’t mean shit. She was having fun, not giving me an open invitation to touch her the way Icraved.
“I need a drink,” Holly said after we’d been dancing for a while. I had to agree with herthere.
We squeezed our way through the crowd to the bar and ordered our drinks. Beer for me and a strawberry daiquiri forHolly.
Curious glances were tossed our way. Some said the individuals recognized me. Other individuals couldn’t care less about me but were more than interested in Holly—which came as nosurprise.
“You wanna dance?” one guy asked her as we waited for ourdrinks.
The twinge of jealousy that shot through me? Yeah, I couldn’t explain it either. Holly and I were dancing. We weren’t involved. She had the right to dance with whomever shewanted.
And apparently, sheagreed.
“Okay,” she said to the guy. To me she added, “I’ll be rightback.”
While I waited for our drinks, I watched her dance. But it had nothing to do with jealousy and everything to do with how she moved. Except unlike with me, she didn’t dance close enough for the guy to touch her. Every time he tried, she maneuvered her body away from him. The move was subtle but there nonetheless—and it made mechuckle.
I continued to watch and appreciate her long, lean body. A dancer’s body. With breasts. Though from the way she moved, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had once been a dancer. From what Trent had told me, there wasn’t much she couldn’t do…other than laugh. Some women had laughs that caused all the dicks in a ten-mile radius to stand at attention. Not so withHolly.
But no one’sperfect.
In contrast to her, the guy was your average male who didn’t know shit about dancing. He mostly just swayed and stared at her. Or rather, stared at her tits.That’s not where her eyes are,dumbass.
