I take a long pull from my beer bottle and walk up behind her. I lean in and catch a whiff of her coconut shampoo. I whisper in her ear so only she can hear, “You better be ready to play dirty. I don’t like to lose to Jake. Ever.”
She turns to me, eyes as round as saucers, surprise evident on her gorgeous face. Then she squints those beautiful eyes a little and replies, “Oh, I can do dirty.” She gives me another shy grin and her eyes light up with mischief. I know she picked up on my not-so-subtle double meaning. Hell yeah.
I spend the next hour and a half watching Avery bend over the pool table, chat with Holly, and laugh with her brother. I do everything I can not to draw attention to the fact that I’ve been at half mast basically since she walked into the pub tonight. Her laugh, her smile, her body – it just does something to me.
After she sinks the eight ball to end our fifth game, she celebrates by throwing her arms around me in a victory hug. I catch her mid-leap and hold her close, savoring the feel of her body against mine. I don’t want to let go of her. “We did it! 3 out of 5! We win!”
“Yeah, yeah. I let you win,” Jake tells her with a chuckle as he returns his pool cue to the rack on the wall. He heads over to the table to meet up with Emma and Heather who, apparently, have been patiently waiting, eyeing us up and down for the past two hours. Shit, they’re still here? I didn’t even realize it. I’ve paid no attention to either girl since Avery walked in.
She peels herself off of me, and I feeling the loss of her body heat pressed against me; immediately I want to pull her back in. She gives me a shy smile as she thanks me for being her partner and heads over to join Holly at the bar for another drink. I watch her go and then turn my attention back to Jake and the Double D twins. Jake is grabbing Emma’s hand and gathering their jackets.
He winks at me as he walks by, slaps me on the back, and tells me to enjoy my evening. Yeah, I know exactly what he means by that comment. Jake makes sure to walk over to the bar and hug his sister before he heads out the door. Avery catches my eye just as Heather slides up against me again, arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I see Avery blush and turn away quickly. I don’t really want to sit and chat with Heather so I walk over to James and start talking with him. Unfortunately, Heather never leaves my side and starts cooing about needing another drink.
I take the bait and use it as an opportunity to put some distance between Heather and me heading up to the bar to get us another round. When I approach, I see Avery slamming shots with Holly and Gabe, the bartender. Tequila - with salt and lime. It’s nearing closing time, and I really don’t think it’s smart of Avery to start pounding tequila shots. I slide up next to her at the bar, and she smiles her beautiful full wattage smile at me. Her eyes are starting to glaze over, and her cheeks are a little rosy. Yep, she’s well on her way to getting plowed.
I order a round of drinks for my group in back and ice water for myself and look back down at her. She doesn’t break eye contact with me as she licks the salt off the tender flesh between her thumb and pointer finger, grabs the shot glass and tips it back. I reach out and grab the lime chunk from the counter and hold it out for her, but she doesn’t reach for it. Instead she leans forward. First, she sticks out her sexy pink tongue and gives the juicy lime wedge in my hand a little lick before putting it in her mouth and giving it a gentle suck. Watching her suck the lime wedge from my hand may be the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and my cock thickens almost painfully as I watch.
“Wanna shot, Maddox?” she asks as she slides the shot that Gabe just set in front of her towards me. We have yet to break eye contact. No matter how hard I try, I can’t look away. Her eyes hold me captive and I’m helpless to their power, their depth. They are so damn lustful and heated at this moment, and I’m pretty sure they probably mirror my own.
“What are we toasting?” I ask.
She looks like she’s thinking for a moment and says with a sexy little grin, “To getting dirty.”
Fuck me, my pants are so tight right now. Avery licks her hand again between her thumb and first finger and drops a little salt from the shaker on her deliciously wet skin. She picks up the shot that she slid in front of me moments ago. I lean forward and take my time licking the tangy salt off her hand, sucking ever so slowly. Then I take the shot glass and slam it back letting the cool alcohol burn its way down my throat towards my stomach. Her other hand holds the lime wedge, the same lime wedge I just watched her suck on. She holds it out for me. I give the lime a little lick as I place my lips around the wedge and suck. Her pupils are so big you almost can’t tell what color her eyes really are. They are dark and full of need and want, and I desperately want to forget about the fact that she’s my best friend’s little sister and go home with her. Hell, I’d take her home with me – I don’t care! That’s how far gone I feel at this moment. This entire exchange has been one big seductive dance that I’d love to carryover to bed.