Page 36 of Embers in the Outfield

I watch as he moves Kennedy’s hips to the music, and she goes right for it, but her gaze finds mine, and she bites her bottom lip. Fuck, she teases me with each little movement of hers, and I know she’s just trying to get under my skin.

I keep chanting to myself that my brother has no attraction to her, but I can’t help the irritation that bubbles at the thought of his hands, actually any hands, on her. For the time being, she’s mine, just like I’m hers. But she’s playing into this game with my brother, and now I feel like I need to give her a taste of her own medicine.

It doesn’t take me long to find a woman who’s eyeing me on the dance floor, so I bring my attention to the woman with herdark eyes and pixie cut. I begin to move my hips to the music, and soon, I’ve got this chick’s back to my front, and I let the music guide us. I wish I could say I get lost in the moves this girl’s got as she bumps and grinds along my body, but I keep my gaze on Kennedy, seeing her temper rise.

My brother senses the shift in her body, and he looks over and lets a smirk cross his features. He knows what I’m doing, and I can’t even apologize for how juvenile I’m being. But I want to get a rise out of her. Somewhere deep inside I need the reassurance that I drive her as crazy as she does me.

The woman I’m dancing with keeps moving herself along my body and starts getting pretty handsy with me. I shoot my brother a look, but when my gaze moves toward Kennedy, she seems to lose it.

Sure enough, she tells her girlfriends something, then moves off the dance floor. I watch her retreating figure through the crowd until she’s gone toward the bar.

I grab my brother’s attention as he’s about to start dancing with someone else and move him closer to me. The girl dancing with me turns to look at me and realizes she’s seeing double.

“There’s two of you?” she asks, and I’m surprised she isn’t seeing more than two of us in her intoxicated state. Her breath smells like a brewery.

“Yep, double the pleasure, double the fun,” my brother answers. I roll my eyes because he always said shit like that when we were in college, and I nearly gag at how dumb that still sounds.

“Gotta take a leak,” I tell my brother as I move off the dance floor.

“Sure you do,” he says in my ear and starts laughing. He knew I wouldn’t last the whole night without touching Kennedy. Now I just have to hope Kennedy doesn’t knee me in the balls for dancing with that woman.

I make my way through the crowd, still surprised this many people are out tonight. It’s been a long week, and all I wanted to do was stay home with Kennedy. I had plans to fuck her on every surface of my place tonight, but then Ash called and told me they needed to get out of the house. The moment I heard, I already knew Kennedy had accepted the invite, knowing how much she loves to get out and dance.

I scan the table where my friends are standing, but there’s a big enough crowd blocking their view of me in this far corner. I make my way closer to the bar, and I stand right behind Kennedy, close enough she can feel my breath along her shoulder. People are surrounding us, but no one seems to be paying too much attention to what I’m doing to her.

“May I buy you a drink?” I whisper, trying to keep myself from showing too much interest in case someone in our group walks by.

“Oh, I bet your little friend needs a refill after shaking her ass all over your dick with such vigor,” she bites back, and I can’t hide how much that turns me on.

I keep moving my gaze to our surroundings and see we are still in the clear. I decide to get a little bolder and move my hand up her thigh, under her short skirt, grazing her panties. I hear her breath hitch the moment I touch her center.

“Mmm, someone’s wet,” I say as I move my hand over the lacy fabric.

“Yeah, Clay really has moves on the dance floor,” she replies, and I immediately move my pelvis into her backside, pinning her closer to the bar.

“Oh, Skipper, you and I both know it’s my dick you crave. Don’t act like you weren’t thinking of all the ways I could fuck you on that dance floor and make you screammyname, not my brother’s,” I bite back because she has got balls acting like Clay makes her hot and bothered.

She may be pissed at me for pulling that little dancing stunt, but she still moves her ass into my growing erection.

“Fuck, Kennedy. This dress and those heels, you’re killing me.” I let my breath move along her skin so I can see her react with goosebumps moving down her arm.

“Too bad I’ll be removing them alone tonight. It’s a shame because I sure needed some help getting undressed.” She pouts as if that option is off the table.

“Like fuck you’re going to take any of this off without me there to watch you do it,” I throw back at her, and she simply smiles. I see her reflection in the mirror behind the bar.

A squeal behind us causes me to push off the bar and off of her, hoping my erection isn’t evident in the dim light.

“O. M. GEEEE. Kennedy, the hottest guy just asked for my number.” Jessa comes barreling toward us. She’s been getting over a breakup recently, and apparently, she’s taking it out on the Jack Daniels she’s been chugging all night.

“That’s great, sweetie!” Kennedy tries to sound enthusiastic, but I can tell there’s worry etched in her tone. Jessa is usually the composed one, and this breakup is hitting her hard.

“He has a friend too. I told him I’d bring you back to dance before the night is over. Come on! Let’s go.” She screams the last part and pulls at Kennedy’s arm, giving her no option but to follow as they make their way back toward the dance floor.

Kennedy turns her head in my direction, and I can tell she’s not at all excited about this turn of events.

I wink at her, hoping my disappointment isn’t evident in my gaze. I decide I’ll text her instead.

To be continued…

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