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“My cousin goes to Phil-U. I went to one of your games when I was visiting.” She tilted her head, pouting playfully. “I DMed you while I was in town, but I never heard back.”
I shrugged. “Didn’t see it.”
My unread DM count was in the thousands. Ruby couldn’t even look at my phone nowadays. She said my notifications stressed her out.
“Too bad. I could’ve shown you a good time.”
The incessant noise coming from the DJ muffled my groan. What did I say back to that without sounding like a total dick? I didn’t want to be an asshole here, but Ididwant this girl to scram.
“Now that you’re inmyterritory,” she continued, either not picking up on my disinterest or not caring. “I could show you an even better time.”
“I’m here with someone.”
“The blonde? She could join us.”
“Definitely not.”
“She’s not into it?”
I doubted Ruby would be, but that wasn’t even in my top ten reasons for not being interested.
“I wouldn’t want to share her.”
The girl’s eyes glimmered. “It’s hot how possessive you are. But why don’t you let her decide? Maybe she’d like what I could do to her.”
“Let me decide what?” Ruby asked, appearing at my side.
Her cheeks were flushed. Whether that was due to the stuffy club or anger from having overheard this conversation, I wasn’t sure. I reached for her slowly, testing the waters. To my relief, she leaned in without hesitation, settling back into the familiar curve of my chest.
I loved how she felt there. I’d missed her while she was getting a drink – and yes, I was well aware of how pathetic that made me sound.
The girl turned her attention to Ruby. “I was suggesting to your man that the three of us should get out of here...together.Rumour has it your date’s already dipped his toes in that pool.”
Fuck me. This girl had approximately fifteen seconds before I dropped the polite act and told her to fuck right off.
Ruby’s blonde hair tickled my chest as she peered up at me, her innocent eyes wide. “Do you want to?”
“What? Of course I fucking don’t. I’d love to get out of here, butjustwith you.” I leaned in, my voice low against Ruby’s ear. “You’re the only girl I want, Ruby Wilson. The. Only. Girl.”
Judging by her shudder, I’d just said the right thing.
With her shoulders squared, Ruby faced the girl. “No thanks.”
The girl teasingly sulked. “But–”
“We said no.”
The girl stared at us, her mouth agape, like she couldn’t believe we’d turned her down. Looking her over, it was clear she was the type of girl who got everything and anyone she wanted. If we were back at Phil-U, the guys would be all over her.
When it became clear she wasn’t budging, Ruby reached for my hand with an annoyed sigh. “We’ll go then.”
She led me through the club, weaving among the many bodies on the dance floor and passing the bar with a ridiculously long line. I’d assumed she was taking us to the exit, but before we reached it, she nudged open the door to a fire escape and pulled us into the stairwell.
Before my eyes could adjust to the fluorescent lighting – a sudden change from the dingy club – Ruby was on me, her lips pressed to mine.
The swell of her breasts flattened against my chest as she spun us around until I had her backed against the door. Whatever excuse she had for a bra must be non-existent, because even through the layers between us, I could feel every curve and trace of heat.
She widened her legs, encouraging me to put my thigh between them. When I did, she immediately started grinding against my jeans.
