Page 81 of Playing the Pucking Game
“And where is home?”
“Oh no, that isn’t the kind of conversation we need to be having,” I chastise.“One night, first names only. You in or you out?” His grip on my hips tightens, pinning our bodies together.
He chuckles. “Where have you been all my life?” he asks.
“Waiting for tonight, obviously.”
“My lucky night,” he muses before rolling his hips against mine.
Oh yeah, I can work with this.
Song after song passes as we dance together.
His hands begin to roam, but neither of us makes a move to push it further—not yet, anyway.
I’m too busy enjoying moving to the music and letting go.
Spinning back around, I wiggle my ass against his crotch, loving what I’m feeling behind the fabric.
When I look up, I find that both Brooke and Leah have found guys to dance with, and thankfully, I don’t see any other familiar faces.
If I’m lucky, the team has already moved on. Or even better, headed back to the hotel.
The song changes again, and so does the lighting, plunging us into darkness for a moment.
My eyes jump to the second floor where those in VIP can look down at us mere peasants dancing.
I freeze the moment Linc’s eyes collide with mine.
“Are you okay?” Pretty Boy asks, his hand tugging at my hips to keep me moving.
A heartbeat later, the lights come back on, and when I look up, Linc’s gone.
Was he even there in the first place?
I shake my head, fully feeling the effects of the alcohol consumed tonight.
“I need another drink,” I shout, hoping the girls can hear me.
They both look up and nod.
The six of us make our way to the bar, but despite finding the balcony empty, my skin continues to prickle as if I’m being watched.
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LINCOLN
My knuckles are white with my grip on the balcony railing.
I managed to hold myself back for a while, but eventually the pull to search her out in the crowd is too much to ignore.
I’m just checking on her, I tell myself.
Doing my duty as her big brother’s best friend.
But it’s all bullshit.
I’m searching her out because I need to.
