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His hand slides lower, giving my hip a squeeze. “Already did.”
“Ew,” Roxy calls out behind us. “Keep it in your pants, Quarterback.”
Finlay just laughs, pulling me closer as we make our way through the crowd toward the VIP section the team had reserved. Jace is already there, surrounded by a mix of teammates and girls, nursing a drink with that smug, cocky grin he always wears when he scores a touchdown. He spots us and lifts his glass in our direction.
“Wilde!” he calls out. “Our lucky charm!”
“I’ll take full credit for the win, obviously,” I reply with a laugh, slipping onto a couch beside Finlay.
Delaney and Roxy grab drinks from the tray a waitress sets down, and we all toast to the win.
“To Jace’s miracle run!” Roxy yells.
“To Finlay’s arm!” Delaney adds.
“To Nova’s thighs,” Finlay says under his breath, just for me.
I choke on my sip, smacking his chest playfully as the girls burst into laughter.
“God, you’re such a guy,” I mutter, shaking my head.
“And you love it.”
He’s not wrong.
The night blurs into warmth and music and laughter. Roxy ends up on the dance floor with two linebackers, holding her own like the wild woman she is. Delaney hangs back at the table, sipping her cocktail and bobbing her head to the beat while chatting with Theo, who keeps inching a little closer every time she smiles.
I stay curled up next to Finlay, both of us relaxed and happy. At one point, he tugs me onto his lap, and we just sit there, arms around each other, like the whole world melted away outside this moment.
“You’re glowing,” he says into my neck.
“I’m tipsy,” I reply, giggling.
“No,” he says, pulling back to look at me. “You’re happy. And it makes me feel like I won something way more important than a game tonight.”
My heart squeezes.
“You’re the real win, Wilde.”
And right there, surrounded by music and friends and the celebration of his victory, I realize he’s right. I am happy. I feel it in my soul.
And it’s thanks to Finlay.
It’s also thanks to him that I’m getting more turned on the longer I sit on his lap.
“You know, this would be a lot more fun if we were alone,” I whisper, kissing his neck.
His hands squeeze my ass as he pushes his hard dick against my now painful pussy.
“Say no more,” he says, standing with me in his arms.
“I’m pretty sure she knows how to walk, Reed,” Jace says, laughing.
Finlay doesn’t say anything, just continues to walk toward the bathroom.
“Wait, what are you doing?” I ask, looking around.
He pushes through the bathroom door and places me down as he quickly checks to make sure we are alone. He locks the door and turns to me with that cocky smirk of his that does something completely different to me now.
