I want to say so much more, and I hope he can hear that in my voice. He just winks at me. I so badly want to run over to him and throw my arms around his neck, but I can’t.
I can’t even touch him when I see him later at The Backwoods, even though it’s killing me not to. My hands itch to reach out to him as I’m sitting at a high-top table with my girls. We’re celebrating that we didn’t lose, or at least that’s what Amelia keeps telling us.
“We played hard out there, and we played together as a team,” she states. “We deserve to have some sort of celebration for that. All victories are worth celebrating.”
“I’m thinking you should be the captain with that speech,” I tease her as we all clink our martini glasses together.
“You don’t have to do it alone,” Amelia reminds me.
I smile at her warmly. You wouldn’t know that I didn’t meet these girls very long ago. They’ve become some of the best friends I’ve ever had.
The music gets louder, and we look around to see there are some bachelorettes standing on what could be an open dance floor, dancing to a Rihanna song.
“We should dance!” Hendrix squeals.
I laugh. “You can’t be serious.”
“Let’s do it!” Cassie cries out.
I know she must be drunk, because I can count on one hand the number of times in the four years we were at college that Isaw her dance. But apparently, we’re doing it. The girls drag me to the dance floor.
My hips sway to the beat, and I get the feeling that someone is watching me. I look over to see Danny staring at me with hungry eyes. I wink at him and motion for him to join me. Danny rubs the back of his neck, his eyes pleading with me to stop. But I’m drunk and I don’t stop.
Instead, I walk over to him and August at the bar. Grabbing him by the hand, I tell him, “Come on, baby, let’s dance. I want to dance with you.”
“Dude,” August says.
I think he says something else, but I don’t really hear him. I’m too focused on Danny.
“I want to dance with you, and then I want to take you home and do all those dirty things you said to me on the phone earlier.” My lips might be by his ear, but I can tell that others have heard us. I don’t care. I’m done hiding this. The article is out, and that should be enough.
Danny lets me pull him off the barstool, and I take him to the dance floor. I hear a whoop and holler from Hendrix as we begin to grind together. There’s more cheering, and I’m not sure who it’s coming from. All I’m thinking about is how good it feels to be in Danny’s arms and grinding on him while Rihanna sings about whips and chains.
Danny’s lips come down on my neck, and he bites just the littlest bit. It’s enough to make me moan.
“Let’s get out of here,” I breathe out.
“You realize you might have just outed us,” he tells me.
“Fuck it. I don’t care anymore. It might be insane, but I’m your baby. I don’t care who knows.”
He looks at me and nods. What more can he really say? In my drunken haze, I’ve managed to stop being so careful and have shown the team and August that the reporter they hired to interview me has been screwing me.
“We should go,” he replies.
Danny takes me by the hand and leads me from the bar. I don’t miss the confused looks on my teammates faces, but I don’t bother to stop to explain it to them. I just let him take me away.
Once we’re back at my place, Danny strips me out of my leggings and team shirt.
“The fact that you don’t wear underwear is the biggest turn-on and most convenient thing in the world. Now, lie on the bed and spread them wide for me because I believe I promised you a ride on my face.”
I do as I’m told as quickly as I can. Spreading myself wide for him, I take my hand and run it up my folds, which are growing slick.
“Oh, baby, don’t you do that,” he growls out. “It’s my job to get you wet. If you want to play when I’m done, you may. But that pussy is mine right now.”
I just giggle and keep doing what I’m doing. I take a finger and dip it into my folds, dropping my head back to moan. “That feels so good. I wonder what feels better, my finger or your tongue.”
Danny removes his shirt and pants, kneeling down at the foot of the bed. “You’re about to find out.” He winks and yanks my legs forward, and I let out a yip.
