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She laughed. “That’s the idea, Wheels.”
“I don’t envy girls. How do you even find a pair of underwear to work with that?”
After thanking the bartender, Ruby faced me, her dainty fingers wrapping around the stem of her glass. “You don’t.”
I choked on my whiskey. “Rubz?”
She blinked sweetly. “Yes, Wheels?”
“Are you seriously telling me there’s nothing between that silky dress and your silky pussy?”
“Noth-ing,” she hummed, her tongue flicking as she enunciated each syllable.
This time when I rested my hand against her lower back, I allowed one finger to slip beneath the fabric, shuddering when I brushed her bare ass.
“Fuck, Rubz. Are you trying to kill me?”
“No. I’m working you up, just like you’ve been doing to me the past four weeks.” She knitted her brows, pretending to think. “Remind me again how you were planning on fucking me later?”
“That plan is out the window,” I told her.
She coyly smiled. “Yeah? What’s the new one?”
I didn’t miss a beat. “Hoisting up this dress and fucking you with it bunched around your waist.”
Rising onto her toes, she brushed her lips against my ear. “Patience, Wheels. The night has only just begun.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Sore spot
Ruby
Ryker hadn’t left my side. It was like I was his trophy and he wanted to show me off to everyone. When he wasn’t doing that, his hands were continuously roaming over my body while he whispered all the dirty things he planned on doing to me once we got back to his place. By the sound of it, he’d have me up all night.
After a particularly dirty play-by-play, I cleared my throat before dropping my napkin onto the table and excusing myself – again.
I’d already had to excuse myself once to use the restroom. In a dress this silky and without underwear, I couldn’t risk getting turned on. This material wouldn’t hide any trace of arousal.
“I’ll come with you,” Tori said, slipping from beneath Brady’s arm.
She’d taken the black tie theme literally, dressing in a white gown, with an actual tie knotted around her neck, along with dark gloves that came up to her armpits. In theory, she should look ridiculous, but she somehow looked so freaking good it made me consider buying a tie of my own.
The ballroom this event was being hosted in was beautiful. A large chandelier hung above the dance floor, and fairy lights were twisted within the sheer curtains lining each wall. Even the bathrooms were insane, with marble countertops and an entire section for women to sit and fix theirmakeup.
While Tori did just that, reapplying her red lipstick in the light-framed mirror, I sat beside her on a large velvet ottoman and stretched out my legs. I hadn’t actually needed the bathroom, just some distance between Ryker and his filthy mouth.
“This would be a perfect place to get married,” Tori said, her eyes filled with awe as they swept over the bathroom.
Not that you could even call it that. Designer dressing room felt more accurate.
“Sure, if your wedding budget is six figures.”
Clearly not one expense had been spared for the worshipped Phil-U athletes. This college ranked as one of the best in the country for producing professional athletes. The students invited tonight were their pride and joy.
“Oh no,” a voice came from behind me.
Turning, I found a blonde and a brunette fussing over the strap of one of their dresses.
