“They must fucking hate me right now.” His voice cracks as he says this, and when I get a look in his eyes, I find them glassy with emotion.
“They don’t. I fucking promise you that.”
Two girls over his shoulder catch my eye.
“You’ve got an admirer at four o’clock,” I shout.
He turns the second I say it.
“Get out of your head. Take Nico with you,” I suggest, knowing what the two of them can be like together when there’s too much alcohol involved.
“It just fucking comes back the next day.”
“It’ll get better, Tobes. I fucking swear to you.”
Tingles erupt down my body, and I know why before Toby speaks.
“You should go, your girl is ready to hit the dance floor again.”
“Damn, I was hoping she might be ready to hit the hotel room. You fucking seen that dress?”
“Yeah, bro. You’re a lucky motherfucker. Both of you are,” he says, nodding to where Seb’s standing with Stella.
“We’ll be saying the same to you one day.”
“If I make it that long,” he mutters sadly.
“Tobes, don’t—“
Warm hands slip around my sides before Emmie nestles into me.
“Hey,” she says, looking between the two of us. Her voice is raspy from shouting and slightly slurred from the alcohol. It's hot and has a direct line to my dick, it seems. “Sorry, am I interrupting?” she shouts, a frown marring her brow.
“No, you’re good,” Toby says, looking over at the girls who are still attempting to capture his attention. They squeal in excitement, one of them pushing the other to make her come over. “Looks like I might have a new friend anyway.”
Emmie follows his line of sight before nodding. “Enjoy that then, Tobes. Just remember… you’re the good one.”
He scoffs at that and takes off.
“Missing me?” I ask, turning to Emmie and wrapping my arms around her waist as hers land over my shoulders.
She presses closer, her breasts brushing against my chest as she reaches up on her toes so she can whisper in my ear.
“Wanna get out of here?”
“Is that a trick question?”
“Maybe. Who knows what devilish plans I’ve got up my sleeve for when we get back.”
“I’m sure I can get on board with every single one.”
Unwrapping her arms from my neck, I take her hand in mine and begin marching toward the exit.
“Wait,” she shouts. “Stel and Seb are coming too.”
“Oh course they are,” I mutter.
Glancing back, I see them heading our way.
“What about Calli?” I ask, hating to be the sensible one right now. I should be thinking with my head, not my dick.
“Xander’s gonna make sure she gets back in one piece.”
I stare at her, my lips parting to argue.
“He won’t touch her. We’re all too young and innocent for him.” She rolls her eyes.
I should probably be grateful that’s his opinion, and the reason why he’s never gone after my girl, but it still pisses me off.
“If he so much as—“
“He won’t,” she says, tapping my chest patronisingly.
“Now, let’s go. Unless you don’t want—”
“Let’s go,” I snap, finally making it to the stairs with her laughing behind me.
“Desperate much?” she shouts.
“Hellcat,” I growl, pulling her in front of me and dragging her arse back against my crotch before we start ascending the stairs. “You have no idea.”
“Oh,” she laughs. “I really think I do.”
Our brief stop to collect her jacket means that Stella and Seb overtake us, and by the time we get outside there’s a car pulling up, ready to take the four of us back to the hotel.
“In you get, Princess,” Seb instructs before following inside.
“Wait,” I bark before Emmie moves forward to join them. Holding her back, I fold my body into the seat and then pull her down onto my lap.
“O-oh no,” the driver says in a heavily accented voice from the front of the car, but I’m too lost in my girl’s heated eyes to really give a shit about his opinion on this.
“We’ll pay you ten times the fare,” I bark. “Just drive.”
Twisting Emmie around, I sit her so she’s straddling my waist, her dress bunching high enough up her thighs to give me a flash of the black fabric that’s covering what I really want to be looking at.
“No sex in my car,” he hisses, but forgets about his argument about having four of us in the back of his car.
“I like you better when you’re getting laid,” Seb confesses, his eyes catching mine as he lifts Stella and slips beneath her, mimicking our position.
“I prefer you when I don’t have to watch you getting laid,” I mutter, turning my attention back to Emmie. “Fuck, I need you,” I groan, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and dragging her down so I can claim her lips.
She slips down my lap, her pussy pressing down on my aching cock as she parts her lips for me, pushing her tongue into my mouth.
A deep, hungry growl rumbles in my chest as she rolls her hips against me.
She gasps when the thickness of my cock hits her just so.
“You wet for me, Hellcat?” I groan into our kiss.
“What do you think?” Her fingers twist in my hair at the nape of my neck, tugging to drag me exactly where she wants me as Stella’s wanton moan rips through the air, quickly followed by a curse from the driver.
The fire that’s been burning within me since the second I saw her standing in the crowd at the game earlier only gets hotter as she continues grinding down on me, her breathing becoming more and more erratic, our kiss getting messier, dirtier by the second.
“Gonna go for your second hat trick of the day?” she whispers in my ear after ripping her lips from mine and kissing along my jaw.
“I’m gunning for a lot more than three out of you tonight, babe.”
My hands tighten on her arse, tugging us even tighter together as I lift my hips from the seat, taking over her pleasure.
“Oh God,” she moans, her back arching and her eyes falling closed.
“Eyes on me,” I growl, and she immediately rips her eyelids open and stares right at me.
“Shit,” Stella hisses, and I glance over just in time to see Seb’s hand disappear between their bodies.
Stella’s plea rips through the air, echoing around us.
“Girls like doing everything together,” Seb laughs, although the roughness of his voice gives away just how badly he needs to sink balls deep into his girl. A feeling I’m more than familiar with right now. “Ready to give our nice driver a lasting impression of his favourite journey of the night?”
“Seb,” she cries as Emmie whimpers when I grind against her again.
“Exactly what we thought. Dirty little princesses,” Seb mutters.
I want to join in, but I can’t. I’m too lost watching the expression on Emmie’s face morph to one of undiluted pleasure.
Her eyes are so dark they’re practically black, her lids are heavy with desire, her lips parted as she tries to catch her breath and the blush on her cheeks spreads down her neck and disappears beneath her dress.