Page 48 of Bad Wolf

Instead of getting a napkin from the bar top a mere foot away she just licks it off. The second her perfect pink tongue runs over her thumb, my skin buzzes and my dick gives a jolt behind my zipper.

My hands clench the wood, and I close my eyes.

I’m drawn to her even when I don’t want to be. She’s no good for me and I don’t want her here.

“I just wonder if maybe you heard her out—” My eyes snap open and I go to interject, but he holds up a hand cutting off what was obviously going to be a litany of curses tearing that idea down.

“Maybeif you heard her out, you could get some sleep and stop torturing yourself. Sometimes it’s not about what we want, sometimes it’s about what we need. And you need to know why, Brother.”

See, he’s wrong. Why in the world would I want to know why she slept with someone else? What pushed her to cheat?

I wasn’t enough for her. End of story. And who the fuck wants to hear something like that?

The life I planned out as we sat by the lake or hung out in the diner for hours on end were the dreams of a boy who didn’t know shit.

I manage to turn around, it’s easy when I remember how foolish I’d been.

We get interrupted by two other rookies who have a few chicks in tow. They join us when we move to sit in a booth, Hollywood and Callan still busy talking with some of our other teammates.

And as we try to make small talk with the women, I pick up any drink that’s put in front of me. I pound the liquor that’s constantly deposited on the table. Jason eyes me a few times and even tries to push a few out of reach. Doesn’t stop me though.

When the four women return from their joint bathroom excursion, they arrive with a look of determination. One squeezes by Jason and whispers in my ear, “Is this seat taken?” The palms of her hands skim up the outside of my forearms as she leans over just that little bit too far flashing her ample cleavage, and points to the sliver of space in between me and our backup goalie. I shake my head.

Instead of slipping into the small space beside me, she plants herself straight down on my lap.

She feels warm and smells nice. Her hair is pinned, falling down over one shoulder and with the way she’s sitting, I only have to angle my head an inch for my lips to land on her neck.

I forget everything around me and kiss a quick path up to her lips. There’s no need to drag this out. My mouth attaches to hers and I try to get lost in what she’s offering.

A good-looking girl, who’s making all the right noises and moving just the right way in an effort to wake up my dick. My dick that as soon as I stopped looking at Wren, deflated.

Every time this chick and I break for air, I reach for a drink. Currently, it’s a Jack and Coke. I think. I finish the glass and get back to the woman who has moved to fully straddle me.

“You wanna go someplace quieter?” she whispers.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but the table has emptied, my brother and teammates no longer sitting next to us.

I shake my head, “I wanna stay right here.”

I pull her in for another kiss and continue to drown out the sound of Wren’s voice in my head and the way she looked in the leather jacket I gave her when we were sixteen. I try to forget the way Wren’s eyes sparkled the brightest blue tonight and the way her raven hair shone, glossy from the lighting overhead.

My hands skim under the hem of this girl’s dress, her skin smooth and soft as my hands wander.

How far is she going to let me take this to forget? How far is she willing to go to say

she got to fuck me?

I rock up, wanting to test the theory and she moans and grinds right back. So I shove her skirt up roughly and squeeze. My palms cover most of her bare cheeks, the thong doing nothing to hide what’s about to happen. Her deft fingers undo the fly of my jeans and I silently beg my cock to react.

Even a semi would be a start.

“Right, that’s it!” Jason’s voice pierces through the bubble I was just in.

“Rachel, my brother has had a lovely night, but it’s time we went home. Early flight,” he says, carefully pulling her off me.

“Your friends are waiting just over there by the stairs.”

She ignores Jason and looks at me with a pout. “You don’t want to leave without me, do you? We were just getting started.”

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