Page 16 of Hidden Plays
I stared into his eyes for a beat, and a fluttering sensation flowed through my chest. It was like how I’d feel toward attractive girls, but I didn’t like JJ. It was this place. I held up my beer and peered into it. Did they drug my drink? “This is only a beer, right? And the club wouldn’t put?—”
“No, you didn’t get roofied.” He chortled. “Damn, Holden, you really are freaking out right now, aren’t you?” He dragged his chair closer to mine and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “Come on, chill out and drink your beer. Then we’ll go inside and dance a little.”
I turned my head, and my lips skimmed his cheek, the scent of his cologne filling my senses. He smelled nice, not what I’d expect. He was woodsy, with a hint of vanilla.
With a short laugh, he said, “Are you trying to kiss me again?” His gaze locked on mine, then dropped to my mouth. “You know, I wouldn’t mind it. You have great lips.” He scraped his teeth across his bottom lip. “You already know what I’m packing.” He cupped his balls, giving them a quick shake.
My dick swelled and heated, along with my face. Covering my straining cock with my hand, I leaned back. “In your dreams, Matthews.” No. Fucking. Way.
Straightening, he dropped his arm from my shoulders and tongued the corner of his mouth. “Fine. Like I said, you’re not my type, anyway. No matter what my dick thinks.” With a chuckle, he downed the rest of his beer and slid off the chair.
My chest pinched. I’d beg to differ in his analysis of what his type was. Maybe I’d play along with this little game and fuck with him, too.
“Come on, drink up so we can get another beer and see what the dancefloor is like.” He glanced inside the bar and held his hand open. “Come on, baby.” He scoffed a laugh.
Under my breath, I said, “Fuck.” I threaded my fingers in his and followed him inside, the heat of the club and dancing bodies swallowing us.
We bumped along, then weaved through the crowd to the bar. I ordered another round of beers from a bare-chested bartender in skimpy shorts, and he dropped them off. “Here.” I slid a beer to JJ, taking in the names of the shots on the chalkboard. “They have a Fuck U of A shot here?” I smiled. There was also a Dirty Dog shot. Funny place.
“Yeah, the hockey players Cooper lives with have those shots after a win. I think it’s one of their crazy superstitions.” Bouncing to the beat of the music, JJ drank his beer.
“Cooper lives with hockey players?” I peeked at JJ and a man behind him, inching his way into JJ’s side. Fuck, time to play boyfriend. Throwing my arm around JJ, I yanked him into me.
With a start, JJ’s breath caught, and a grin swept over his mouth as his gaze snapped to mine. “Oh, possessive suddenly?”
I picked up my beer, holding it at mouth-level. “Yeah, the man next to you is?—”
“JJ Matthews?” The guy gushed. “You’re on the football team, right?” His blue eyes twinkled as he clapped his hands over his chest.
“I am.” JJ gave the man a flirtatious smile while leaning against me. “And you are?”
“I’m Nathan. I’m on the cheering squad.” He glanced around JJ and toward me.
Fuck, he might recognize me. I twisted my head and squeezed my eyes shut. How the hell could I escape this shitshow?
“Hi Nathan, this is my boyfriend.” JJ patted my chest and made to step away.
I jerked him back. Keeping my hair draped over my eyes, I said, “Nice to meet you, Nathan.” Maybe he wouldn’t recognize me. It was dark.
“He’s a little shy.” JJ threw a peek at me and said, “But he’s a great kisser. He has the softest lips. Like pillows.”
That fucker. I tightened the grasp of my beer glass. If the thing were plastic, I’d have crushed it by now.
“I’ve never seen you in here. Do you come here often?” Nathan asked and sipped a fruity drink.
“Nope. I’m here because my boyfriend loves it.” JJ smirked. “He loves to get kinky on the dancefloor, know what I mean?” He squeezed my ass cheek.
My hips thrust forward, and I bit the side of my lip. I had to keep my mouth shut. But if this guy identified me, what sort of rumors would spread through the team? I buried my nose in JJ’s hair, by his ear. “Come on, JJ. Let’s get out there.” Pulling him from the bar, I stomped into the throng of gyrating men.
“See you later, Nathan.” JJ stumbled beside me, waving at Nathan.
As the crowd parted for us, I stopped in front of a DJ stand with neon lips and butterflies painted on it. This place was crazy.
Sweaty bodies enclosed us, and a man stepped to JJ, winding an arm around his waist and nuzzling his neck.
“Holden.” JJ gave me a pointed look.
This was why I was here. “Dude, lay off. He’s mine.” With heat prickling my chest, I shoved the guy while pulling JJ into my body.
