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“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I say. “Have fun with Jade.”
“Good luck.”
I don’t know if she means with Dallas or her dad.
31
DITTO, BABY
SCARLETT
Our first outingas an official couple comes on a Saturday night after a home game. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as we walk in to Wild’s, hand in hand.
Ash is the first to see us, and he stands from the bar and hugs Leo, slapping him on the back and smiling at me. “Miller!”
“Hey, Ash.”
He rests a hand on his hip and keeps smiling at us. “So happy to see you two out. What do you want to drink? I’m buying.”
We grab drinks, and when Tyler and Maverick get up to play pool, we take their seats at the bar.
It’s still busy with fans from the game, which means the guys have people coming up to them constantly. Leo takes the attention in stride. He shakes hands and makes small talk with anyone who approaches, but he never turns his back to me.
When we get a moment by ourselves, he runs his hands up my bare thighs and rests them on my hips. I wore his favorite black skirt tonight, and I love the way he can’t stop touching me.
“Wanna play darts?” he asks, voice low and husky.
I shake my head.
“Pool?”
“Not unless you do.”
His head moves side to side. “Not particularly.”
“We sort of got in a routine of celebrating on our own, and now it’s all I can think about.” Sex… it’s my new favorite way to celebrate.
“I promised Ash we’d hang for a bit.”
“Okay.” I tilt forward and brush my boobs against his shoulder.
His eyes darken. He stands, drains his beer, and pulls me to my feet. “Pool. Let’s play some pool.”
Laughing, I follow along. If Leo thinks watching him lean over and shoot a pool stick is going to make me want him less, he is mistaken. The man is seriously fine, and he’s all mine.
I glance over my shoulder as I line up to take a shot and catch him punching Tyler next to him.
“Eyes off her ass.”
“Dude. I wasn’t looking,” Tyler says with a chuckle but moves off to the side.
“Aww, let them look, baby. I’m only leaving with you.”
He grumbles under his breath.
Fully-clothed celebrating isn’t so bad either, I suppose. If nothing else, it’s delayed gratification for the naked celebration I know is still coming.
And, I enjoy hanging out with the guys. Now that my dad knows they all seem more relaxed around me.
