Page 19 of Bagging the Blueliner
Nodding, I pressed my forehead to his. “Get me another drink.”
Taking my hand, Maddox pulled me from the booth. Looking around, I noticed we were alone in the booth. Everyone else must have fled when they realized I made my choice, seeking alternative companionship for the evening.
Trying not to get too hung up on the promise of incredible sex, I let Maddox pull me down the stairs, skirting the dance floor on our way to the bar. Grabbing another beer for himself, I had him order me a shot of cinnamon whiskey. Throwing it back quickly, I stopped the bartender, asking for another.
A little liquid courage on the dance floor never hurt.
Spotting a group of girls who were regulars at the club, I scanned the crowd for Jake. One—or more—of them would gladly take him on.
He was a good-looking guy. He simply wasn’t what I was looking for. Finding him further down the bar, watching the dancers, I tapped Maddox on the shoulder in a silent gesture to follow me.
Working our way to Jake, I grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the group of girls. They saw me, instant recognitionlighting in their eyes, and two of them hugged me. Pulling Jake forward, I gave a slight tilt of my head. They assessed him quickly before surrounding him, placing him at the center of their mini-dance party.
Confident he’d get his happy ending, I turned back to Maddox. His dark hair fell across his forehead as he peered down at me. Reaching up, I ran my hands through it, pushing it back, only to have a stray lock fall forward again.
Smirking, Maddox grabbed my hips, pulling me flush against his body. Looping my arms around his neck, I began to dance.
The way we moved was sensual, a promise of the night to come. The liquor warmed my body, emboldening me further, and I turned in his arms. Pressing my ass to his groin, I ground back against him.
Raising my arms to loop behind his neck, I turned my head to kiss him. Stealing my breath away, he slid his tongue against mine as one hand traveled from my hip to cup my breast. I arched into his touch, moaning into his mouth.
Swaying on my feet, he held me steady, even when my knees threatened to buckle, as his other hand lowered to the hem of my short dress. If he shifted a few inches, he would be touching me where I burned for him.
I didn’t care if there were people everywhere. No one was focused on us. I wouldn’t stop him if he wanted to give me a little preview of the night ahead.
Dropping one hand, I placed it over his, moving it under my skirt and between my legs.
I was dizzy. My head was swimming—whether from the alcohol or the height of my arousal, I couldn’t be sure. Maddox’s strong hand found me ready and waiting, and I gasped as he dipped one finger through my wetness before circling over my clit.
“Get your fucking hands off her.”
Wait, what? That voice sounds familiar.
Forcing my eyes open, I wished I hadn’t as I stared straight into the murderous blue eyes of Callum Berg.
Chapter 6
Cal
My body hurt likehell after laying a hard check during tonight’s game. All I wanted to do was go home and ice my shoulder. Especially knowing we had another game tomorrow night.
That plan flew out the window the minute I heard Natalie excitedly tell Jaxon that Hannah was going to Spades tonight with someone on the Indy Speed staff.
Natalie was a hopeless romantic. She was forever trying to pair everyone off, and Hannah proved to be her greatest challenge.
That girl was a magnet for losers. It was like she turned her nose up at decent guys in favor of the idiots she picked up at the club.
I promised Coach I’d keep an eye on her this season. We weren’t on the road, but something told me that if she was meeting a staff member of the Speed, there was a strong chance the players wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation of a club.
Hannah was proving to be more of a pain in my ass than I ever anticipated.
Having worn a suit to the game, there was no need to go home and change. Heading straight to the downtown nightclub, the bouncer let me in at the door.
The Comets were regulars, and it was good business for the club to be known as our favorite late-night hangout, so they comped our cover, letting us skip the lines.
Normally, when we were home, this was the place I picked up chicks, but tonight I was aggravated. The last thing on my mind was pretending to enjoy dancing with some dolled-up bunny while buying her overpriced drinks.
I had one mission tonight. To make sure Hannah didn’t do anything stupid.
