“Yes,” she gasps. Her fingernails scrape against the wall, her hips rocking back to meet my every thrust. “God yes, Jayden. Just like that.”
The coil snaps and I come with a shout, pumping into her depths once again.
She follows after a few more thrusts, her inner walls clenching like a vice around my cock.
We stay there a long moment, trembling against each other as we catch our breath.
I press a kiss to the nape of her neck and straighten, pulling out of her warmth.
She turns around, her eyes hooded and lips swollen. Reaching out, she hooks a finger through my belt loop and tugs me close. “I’m still annoyed with you,” she says, but there’s no heat behind the words.
I smirk, brushing a stray hair back from her face. “Duly noted.”
I kiss her once again, and we adjust our clothes. She looks just as hot as before. In fact, her slightly tousled appearance and the afterglow of our spontaneous fuck have left her hotter than ever. I’m going to really have to keep an eye on her for the rest of the evening.
Without another word, I take her by the hand and guide her out of the bathroom, past a line of impatient people, some of whose jaws drop as they see us both leaving the room.
Chapter 32
Dylan
Thepulsingbeatvibratesthrough my body as we step back into the main room of the crowded club. Neon lights flash in time with the music, illuminating the sleek minimalist decor and packed dance floor. My senses are overwhelmed by the sights, sounds and smells—gyrating bodies, the DJ’s booming playlist, cloying perfume mixing with the tart sting of alcohol in the air.
My body is a combination of tingly and numb, and I still can’t quite believe what we just did right there in the club.
“Welcome—officially—to our usual haunt. It’s new, but it has the best cocktails in town,” Jayden leans in close to be heard over the din. “Looks like you’re the star tonight.”
I glance around self-consciously as heads turn our way, drawn like magnets to Jayden and the other guys beside me. Their athletic physiques and casual confidence attract female attention wherever we go. Jayden smirks, confident in our clandestine knowledge of what just took place between us.
“Seems like everyone knows you guys,” I reply, still not used to being in their orbit. Back home, I was the odd one out, the jock girl in a family of academics. But with this club and my team, I finally feel seen, appreciated for my talents on the field. The female rugby player in a room full of sharks part is totally new, however.
As we weave deeper into the club, women approach with flirtatious smiles and sultry looks. But the guys deftly angle their bodies around me, a subtle message that I’m their focus tonight.
The attention is equal parts thrilling and nerve-wracking. I don’t want a repeat of what happened with my old team, pushed aside due to petty club politics. This time has to be different.
I was so focused on my roommates—Jayden in particular—that I didn’t really notice the other women watching us when we first got here. But now, it’s hard to miss their made-up faces that tighten into envious scowls as the guys fawn over me.
“Isn’t she that rugby chick?” one says loudly. “Kind of bulky for a dress like that, don’t you think?”
Her friend smirks. “Maybe she should’ve worn a jersey instead. More her style.”
I clench my fists, the dig at my athletic build stinging. Great, not only do I have to navigate this new club, but also dodge catty comments. Just what I needed.
Before I can respond, a drunk girl staggers up and deliberately spills her cocktail all over me. I gasp as the cold liquid splashes down my front.
“Oops, did I do that?” she snickers. “Clumsy me. Maybe this will cool you down, honey.”
I bite my tongue, willing myself to stay calm. “Real mature. Accidents happen, but you should watch where you’re going next time.”
My hands tremble with anger and embarrassment. But I won’t let their petty jealousy ruin this night. The guys want me here, and value me for exactly who I am. I may not be the skinniest person in the room, but since when has that been my goal? I have curves and I’m strong.
This body of a club-level rugby hooker didn’t just happen overnight. It took a lot of tenacity and persistence, and long mornings of strength training.
I straighten my back and lift my chin. We’re just getting started.
Noah steps forward, his eyes flashing. “That’s enough,” he says in a low, firm voice to the woman who spilled her drink. “We’re here to have a good time, not start trouble. You should leave before this gets worse for you.”
Killian and Jayden close ranks around me, blocking the spiteful girls from view.