“Cheers, Coach.” He grinned, and clinked the neck of his beer bottle against my glass. “It was a good game.”
“You boys make it easy,” I replied. “We need to keep the momentum if we want to make it to the championship finals.”
“We’ll worry about that on Monday,” he said, clipping my shoulder. “Tonight, we party.”
I watched his gaze land on a blonde, one of the cheerleaders, and smiled when he prowled towards her. I needed to do the same, at least until the show started.
A small hand wrapped around my bicep, and I looked down to find a petite brunette looking up at me. “Hey, Coach. Looks like you’re in need of a good time.”
“Maybe I am. Pretty little thing like you got a name?”
“Katie,” she replied, pressing her cosmetically enhanced tits against my side.
“Well, Katie,” I wrapped my arm around her waist, “I think I might’ve just found my good time.”
She giggled when I nipped at her neck, and I suppressed the need to roll my eyes at how generic the sound was. I was getting tired of this routine, having a different girl in my bed every week when I only really wanted one. With a bit of luck, she’d be here before Katie gets it in her head that she’ll be in my bed tonight.
I lead Katie over to the sofa, and she immediately straddled my leg, rubbing herself against my thigh. She tried to kiss me, and when I turned my head away, she focused on sucking my neck and stroking my dick through my jeans, not concerned about who saw us. The only way I could get my body to respond was to think about Kennedy, and envision her on my lap instead. When my dick started to harden, Katie purred, obviously satisfied with what was happening between my legs.
A commotion at the front door made her jump, and she slid off my lap in jerky movements. The crowd grew quiet, and they parted enough for me to see what was going on. Show time, I thought. I’d been waiting for this all fucking night, ever since I heard Chase ask Kennedy on a date in the coffee shop.
“Hey, Kennedy. We weren’t expecting you.”
Reid reached his hand down, and pulled a disheveled-looking Kennedy off the floor. When I got a good look at her, my body reacted of its own volition. Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun on top of her head, and she wore dark-rimmed glasses that made her green eyes pop with vibrancy. She looked kind of dorky, but it was also sexy in an understated way. My eyes trailed down her tight little body, noting the way her white tank top hugged her curves and showed off her braless chest. Unlike Katie, Kennedy’s breasts were real, and they looked lush under the cotton of her tank. I trailed lower, and my dick hardened beneath my zipper as soon as I saw her light blue sleep shorts wrapped around creamy thighs, giving away the small v shape between her legs. God, I wanted to know what she looked like, if she was bare underneath those shorts, if her pussy was as pink and perfect as the images I’d conjured up in my head. Our eyes clashed, and I licked the drop of liquor from my lips.
Kennedy’s face was flushed, and it was obvious it had nothing to do with her less than graceful entrance. I smirked, and effortlessly started slipping into the role I’d been playing with Kennedy since we were both teenagers.
“Kennedy.” I ground her name out between my teeth. It sounded louder now that the room had grown quiet, save for the music thumping through the room. “This is a private party. You weren’t invited.”
Katie started kissing my neck, and rubbing my thigh. Kennedy’s eyes flicked to where Katie’s hand rested close to my crotch, and her brows furrowed. She fixed an angry glare on me, and straightened her stance. “I’ve been banging on the wall for over an hour, Dane. I’m trying to study, and your music is too loud.”
I took a slow drink, allowing the burn of the amber liquid to fuel the fire in my gut. “It’s a party, so if you need a quiet place to study, be a good girl and go to the library. Reid will show you out.”
That was my dismissal, and I expected Kennedy to shrink away and leave, without a response. But inside I was begging her to fight me, to take me on in this room full of people because it turned me on when she was fired up.
She stepped forward, and pointed a perfectly manicured finger at me. “I’ve tried to be nice. I’ve tried to tolerate your inconsideration, and your incessant need to be a dickhead, but I can’t do it anymore. So you can either turn the fucking music down, or I’ll do it myself.”
The indignation in her voice made my skin warm, and my blood hot. She had no idea what it did to me when she sparred with me. I lived for it.
“You’re boring me,” I said. “And you’re interrupting my guests. Now, do yourself a favor and stop embarrassing yourself. You know where the door is.”