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And I gotta say, I like what I see.
Some of us are past the point of tipsy, while others aren’t. I’ve had a few beers, but I couldn’t be more sober if I tried, waiting and watching as Tenley takes me in from afar.
Fuck if I’d risk being too drunk to witness this.
Getting up to refill her drink, Tenley leans against the old wooden bar top, topping off her amaretto sour, only to turn and burn holes into my skin with her heated stare.
I know desire when I see it, and as much as Tenley hates herself for it, she wants me. Lust is written across her slick skin, and the smell of sexual need permeates all the way over here. It makes my dick hard just thinking about what it would feel like to finally touch her.
To grab hold of those delicious tits and lick my way up the slope of her healthy cleavage for the first time.
Fuckkkk.She’s spent years tempting me with a treat she never intended to give up. And she’s looking ripe for the taking.
Unfortunately, but alsofortunatelyfor me, I’m currently center stage, fighting back a bulge while stripping down to my boxers. The moment my jeans hit the floor, I hear Tenley’s sharp intake of breath from where I stand.
No one else is paying close enough attention, but I don’t miss it.
The way her thin frame clenches slightly, showing me how achy she really is. How her eyes fall closed for the briefest of seconds and the slight sheen of sweat glistens at her chest, just above where the scoop of her hot pink overalls meet.
God, she’s sexy. Yet, still so far out of reach.
She’s been different tonight. More observant.More…obvious. I honestly haven’t seen her let loose like this in longer than I can recall.
“You fucking suck at this!” King shouts from the table below me.
I grin, not caring at all that I’m losing. “Ask me if I care?” I hold my hands out to my sides, encouraging him to take a look.
My eyes find Tenley one last time, watching as she throws the rest of her drink back before quickly sauntering toward the table.
I will find a way to have her someday.
I’ve been patiently waiting for her to noticeme.To see me as someone more than a playboy. Since that’s taking longer than I’d like, it’s my turn to be pushy.
I’m not afraid of a little pursuit.
I don’t know when or how, butweare going to happen. Whether she accepts it or not.
“Little venom.”
Blonde hair swings toward me, enveloping me in the smell of Tenley’s strawberry shampoo. We took a game intermission and ordered some pizzas since the kitchen is closed, leaving us chillin’ around the tables before starting another round.
“Bat boy.” She scrunches her face in a look of something sour. It’s me, I’m aware of that.
That nickname.She started the name after I injured myself two years ago and was forced to sit out a game. I remember her insisting I go be a little bitch and fetch somebats for the real ball players. I’m nothing close to a bat boy, but I let her call me it anyway.
Her agitation toward me is one of my favorite parts of our dynamic.
“Need you for something real quick.”
“No.”
I smirk, loving when she gets annoyed over nothing. It’s wildly twisted. “Now, that’s not very nice. I need you to be my tester.”
“Tester of what?”
My face finds the side of hers, surprising her with my proximity. Her body jolts slightly, but she doesn’t retreat, and I find that oddly satisfying. “I’m trying to perfect a drink. Need a second opinion.”
You’d think I asked her to suck my dick with the way she shivers. I’m nowhere near touching her, but she’s full of beautiful shit if she thinks I’m oblivious to the effect I have on her.
