Page 148 of There's No Us Without You
“Go dance, baby,” I say, nodding towards the bodies crowding the dance floor.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she grabs my face in her hands, and plants a quick kiss on my lips before jumping off the stool, snatching Stella from Carter’s arms, and racing off into the crowd.
After Carter struck out the last time we were here, he told me he’s been texting back and forth with Stella. They’ve even snuck in a few quick dates here and there between their schedules. He’s head over fucking heels for Stella, which is awesome. I love seeing him happy.
I take a sip from my drink, and grin as I keep an eye on my woman. Music turns her into a different person as she starts moving to the song, making slow, sensual movements with her hips while biting down on her bottom lip.
The flashing lights dance over her dewy skin, making her glow.
And when she grins and wraps her arms around Stella’s neck, I groan.
I’d watch those two grind all over each other any day, and with the way Carter is eyeing Stella,I’m guessing he’d be down for that too.
It’s the most intense and scary time of my life—two new relationships, an injury threatening to end my career, and a drug problem.
From what I’ve read, sometimes oxy can cause erectile issues. I have none of that.
My dick has never been so constantly hard in my life. Even when I started puberty, and would wake up with a hard-on every morning, I could always get a release, either through taking a piss or jerking off.
Neither of those things helps these days.
I shove those thoughts aside when Carter smacks me in the chest and nods to the girls. “Those two better be careful. If I see another dude look at Stella like he’s going to eat her, I may not make our game next weekend.”
“Calm down, Rocky. Between you, me, and the rest of the boys, I’m sure we can manage a few stray eyeballs.”
Carter groans, his shoulders sagging as he shakes his head. “I’m just not used to feeling... this.” He points to his chest. “My heart feels like it’s running a damn marathon. All. The. Fucking. Time. How do you manage with two people to watch out for?”
I glance at Will, who’s lost in his own little world, pacing up and down behind the bar. “Well,” I say, lifting a shoulder. “It’s all so new. I have no idea.”
Carter was the first and only person I talked to about what happened between Will, Eden, and me. I’m not ready for everyone to know just yet. It still doesn’t feel real, and I want to enjoy the moment instead of worrying about what anyone thinks.
Our relationship isn’t exactly typical, and I’m still trying to work out how to tell my parents—not because they’ll judge me, but because everything comes back to soccer, and if I’m not one hundred percent focused on my career, then all hell will break loose.
With a nod, Carter takes a sip of his beer before holding it out to me. “Here’s to knowing sweet fuck all when it comes to relationships.” He motions to the glass of coke sitting in front of me. “Come on, bro. Don’t leave me hanging.”
Sighing, I pick up the glass and clink it against his. “Here’s to the next three weeks of kicking arse.”
Some of the boys catch on to our conversation and cheer, raising their glasses, sending whatever they’re drinking splashing over their heads, the mixture of beer and spirits now small puddles on the floor.
I’m still waiting for Cooper to show up so I can shove my foot up his arse. Metaphorically, of course. No need for violence right before finals.
Eden races over to me, Stella trailing behind as she’s practically dragged from the crowd. Stella falls into Carter’s arms, and Eden threads an arm through mine and rests her head on my shoulder, her breathing heavy, skin sparkling with sweat.
“You okay there, Pop-Tart?” I poke her in the ribs, making her squirm.
Bloodshot—but no less beautiful—eyes find mine. “You’re my favourite,” she says, a lazy grin spreading over her face. “And Will...” Her eyes close on a sigh. “He’s my favourite too.”
This woman has me wrapped around her little finger, and we haven’t even had sex yet—although Cooper doesn’t need to know that.
Technically, all Eden said was she could get me to sleep with her—not fuck her. Fucking doesn’t always mean a penis has to enter a vagina—or an arsehole. There are fingers, tongues. Besides, I don’t want to rush the sex. There’s plenty of time for that.
I’ll be inside her sweet pussy soon enough, but I want her to get her father’s restaurant back as soon as possible. As much as Tony seems to have turned a corner, I still don’t trust that arsehole.
“I’m so drunk.” Eden giggles and wraps her arms around my neck.
Jesus.
“I can tell.”
