“Holy shit! That was good. Can I have another one?” I asked eagerly.
“Ditto,” Kennedy chirped causing Jonah and Trey to laugh.
Jonah returned with four more shots, two for each of us, which Kennedy and I quickly made disappear.
“Would you like more?” Jonah asked.
I shook my head. “I would, but I’m not going to have any more since I don’t know what’s in it. Plus, I probably should eat something before I have any more alcohol of any kind.”
Jonah pulled out his phone and pecked at the screen before returning it to his pocket. “Would you ladies like to play a game of pool or maybe some darts while we’re waiting for the pizza to be delivered?”
“Ooh, darts! I love darts,” Kennedy said excitedly.
With that, everyone stood and moved to the dartboards set up behind the pool tables. I reluctantly followed the group. I hated darts—because I sucked at them—but no one asked me and I didn’t want to spoil everyone else’s fun.
We took turns throwing the darts with Kennedy going first. I’m not even sure if we were playing on teams or keeping score. I just went when they said it was my turn.
“I’m guessing you don’t like darts,” Jonah rumbled beside my ear.
“I don’t, but it’s fine. Kennedy seems to be having a great time,” I said and then asked, “Can I have another one of those shots?”
I had started to feel a little bit of a buzz, but it had since worn off, which led me to believe whatever was in them wasn’t that strong.
“Sure thing, babe,” he said and swatted my ass.
He returned with two shots for me and I thought, “What the hell?” and downed them both. This time, they tasted the same as far as flavor, but the taste of alcohol was much stronger.
“Is there something you would rather do instead of playing darts?” Jonah asked after I took my turn and only managed to get one dart to hit the target.
“Yep,” I said and popped the p. “I would much rather throw knives.”
He started to laugh, but quickly stopped when he saw my face. “You’re serious?”
I reached into my purse and pulled out a set of throwing knives that were in there solely because I continuously forgot to take them out. “I am. Can I?” I asked and wiggled the sheathed blades.
He looked around the area and shrugged. “I don’t see why not. Just don’t hit anybody.”
I smirked. I wasn’t going to hit anything except the target. I was fucking good, and I knew it. With no fanfare, I pulled the blades out and proceeded to hit dead center with the first one. I followed up with the second and third in quick succession—one going to the immediate left and the other to the immediate right. They were so close to the blade in the center that they were touching.
I turned around and smiled proudly. “Ta-dah!”
Jonah was staring at me with heated eyes. He reached down and adjusted himself. “Oh, baby, you just made my dick hard. That’s fucking hot.”
“Want me to do it again?” I asked huskily.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed.
I plucked my knives from the target and decided to show off a little. I stuck the first one in the center again. However, it fell to the floor when it was dislodged by the second blade knocking it out of place. The second blade followed the fate of the first when my third knife hit the bull’s eye.
When I turned around to smile at Jonah, he was so close my nose bumped his chest. He roughly fisted my hair and yanked my head back so he could crush his lips to mine.
While he devoured my mouth, he hoisted me up by my ass so my legs wrapped around his waist. Then, he slammed my back against the wall as he pressed his big body against me. It was an all-out frenzy of hands, lips, tongues, and teeth as we tried to consume one another.
The sounds of raucous cheers had Jonah breaking the kiss and burying his face in my neck. “Fuck. Sorry, babe,” he mumbled against my neck.
I giggled. “You gonna put me down?”
He groaned. “In a minute.”