Page 121 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
“Or what?” he says with a laugh. “You going to punch me? Going to fuck up your contract for some woman?”
“For her? I would. In a fucking heartbeat.”
I feel hands pulling me away, and fuck, I gave Rockwell too much. The smile on his face now looks like a damn comic strip villain.
“Come on,” Wyatt’s words bring me back from wondering what actually constitutes as a punch. “He’s not worth it.”
I know he isn’t. But the look he’s giving me now is more sinister than ever. Sure, his favorite pastime was to mess with my head. Try and get me to throw a punch. But now? Now I feel like I inadvertently upped the stakes.
And he’s going to take full advantage.
“Back to where it all started!”
I laugh, and roll my eyes a little, as Maddox brings over a bucket of beers, as well as a club soda and cranberry for Ainsley. “All right, what are we going to sing?”
“I’m not singing a damn thing,” I say as I put my arm around Ainsley as we sit on one of the couches in the VIP area the karaoke bar has made permanent for us. Apparently Maddox is a regular here. “I’m here to observe and to hang out, so none of y’all give me shit.”
It’s not a normal thing for us to go out and celebrate after a win. Usually we’re tired, sore, and just want to collapse into bed. But today was a big win. A hard-fought one. And frankly, after a run-in with Rockwell, I could use a beer. So Wyatt, Maddox, myself, and a few other guys decided to go out and celebrate. But of course, I was only coming if Ainsley could come.
Because yes. I’m a fucking simp for my girl, and I don’t give a shit who knows it. It doesn’t hurt that she’s wearing a dress that has patches of my jersey sewn into it. And she’s paired it with cowboy boots and a bow in her hair that makes her look like the innocent girl everyone thinks she is.
Except I know she isn’t.
“Ainsley?” Maddox says, tilting his head to the stage. “Do we get a repeat performance?”
“Absolutely not,” she says. “That was a one-night-only thing.”
“Oh come on, you were great,” Maddox says. “What would it take for you to sing again?”
She thinks about it for a second. “Win it all. Then I’ll sing whatever you pick.”
“Fuck yeah!” Maddox yells as they shake on it. “You got yourself a keeper there, Kincaid.”
“Don’t I know it.” I kiss her temple as we sit back and listen to three members of our defensive line sing an iconic boy band song. They’re terrible, but the song is too good to not sing when at karaoke.
We’re listening to the performance when my eyes start gazing around the bar. People watching is always phenomenal in Nashville. Being a Sunday, there are a ton of people wearing Fury gear. A fair amount of Milwaukee fans, too, because we always get a host of out-of-town fans who want to visit Nashville and also see their favorite team in one trip. And…what the fuck…
“Am I going crazy, or is that Katie and Dipshit? Together?”
Ainsley sits straight up and looks to wear I’m pointing. And yup, there they are, sitting close together at a high-top table near the bar. She seems to be looking very interested in whatever he’s talking about while he’s trying his best to pretend to be interesting. At least, that’s what I’m going to assume, having known both of them.
“Okay, that’s freaking weird,” Ainsley says. “Can it be a coincidence that they met on a dating app and they pick this bar out of all the bars in Nashville to go for their date?”
“I believe in coincidences, but not one like that,” I say. My spidey-senses are tingling. I don’t know what’s going on there, but it’s nothing good.
“Hey,” she says, holding my chin in her fingers. “Ignore them. I’m going to try to. I’ve missed going out like this. WhichI never thought I’d say. So let’s try and not have them ruin our night.”
“I have too,” I admit. I felt like it was the safest thing to do when the headlines and photos started becoming more attacking. Though that didn’t seem to help. “I’m sorry I’ve kept us caged up.”
“No apologies. Let’s just hope that’s all behind us and we can hang out with friends like a normal couple.”
“Agree,” I say before I lean in. “But if you want to leave, just say the word. We’ll get out of here so fucking fast.”
“And why is that?”
Little minx knows exactly why, but if she wants to hear the words, why would I hold back?
“Because, I love it when my good girl wears dresses like this. When I can keep it on her as I bury my cock into her pussy. To see my cum drip down her leg. And from the moment I saw you tonight, that’s all I could think about. Because when we get home, I’m going to press you against the door, lift up your skirt, and fuck you from behind until you scream.”
