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“Always am.” He gave me another bright smile. “So. Wanna fuck?”
I choked on nothing. When I’d recovered from my sudden coughing fit, Niccolò having moved off my thighs in the meantime, I stared at him. “Did you just ask me if I wanted to fuck?”
Ignoring the stifled laughter from next to me…or ignoring it after I’d elbowed Finn as hard as I could, I kept my gaze on Niccolò. The smile slid off his face. “Sorry. I thought…you seemed like you?—”
“Nic.” JJ was suddenly there, sliding his arm around his friend’s waist. “Come with me for a minute, babe.” Niccolò allowed himself to be led away, and I collapsed back into the booth, rubbing my hand across my face. What the fuck was happening?
“He’s forward. He knows what he wants and goes for it. JJ’s a lot like that too, but from what I know of Nic, JJ’s more, uh, toned down, I guess? I dunno. I wouldn’t worry about it, though. That’s just what Niccolò’s like. He won’t take offence if you’re not interested.”
Letting my head flop to the side, I eyed Ander, who had slid into the booth at some point without me noticing, too wrapped up in Niccolò. And too drunk to be completely aware of my surroundings, if I was honest. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I wouldn’t worry about it. Here, have another shot.”
I had the shot. And then another.
The rest of the night was a blur.
I didn’t see Niccolò again.
CHAPTERTWO
Niccolò
“Ugh. What am I doing here?” I kicked at a tuft of grass beneath my feet. “It’smuddy.You know I don’t do mud, JJ.”
“That’s not strictly true. We went to that spa and had that mud treatment with Dexter, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. Well, that doesn’t count.” Picking at one of the glittery threads that had come loose in my jumper, I frowned down at my feet. “These boots were expensive.”
JJ shook his head. “I know. Why do you think I’m wearing these old shoes?” We both stared down at his pristine blood-orange-and-black Nikes, and at the same time, we both started laughing. When we’d recovered, JJ elbowed me. “We’re here because you said to me, and I quote, ‘I want to see if the hot football boy is as hot as I remember. Please, JJ, as one of my best friends, it’s your responsibility to?—’”
Covering his mouth with my free hand, I slid into his lap. “Shush. Now cuddle me. I’m cold.”
“Fuck’s sake, Nic.” He rolled his eyes but wrapped his arms around me anyway, and I huddled into my new personal windshield as we turned to watch the action on the field. Field? Pitch? Whatever it was called. I loved footballers—I mean, have you seen their legs?—but my knowledge of the game was lacking. Whatever. I was here to see one hot boy…well, him and the rest of the London Southwark University first team, because, hello, hot footballers, and so the actual logistics of the game were irrelevant. Why hadn’t I ever come to watch a game before this? Or invited myself to one of the student house parties at JJ’s house, for that matter? All this time I’d wasted. I hadn’t even met Ander until recently, and he’d been JJ’s housemate since their first year at uni.
I wasn’t wasting any more time.
“There they are!” Rubbing my hands together as the team filed onto the field-or-maybe-pitch, I eyed the line of players. “Hey, JJ. Is it called a field or a pitch?”
“It’s a pitch.”
My head whipped around to see the cute guy that I’d noticed at Revolve a few times. Nathan…no, Noah. “Thanks, Noah.”
“You’re welcome.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “I knew barely anything about football before I got together with Liam. Hated it, in fact. But some of the knowledge has finally sunk in, I guess. And it’s nice to watch my boyfriend running around the pitch in his shorts.”
“Yes!” I held up my hand for a high-five, and he obliged me, laughing. “Finally, someone who understands why I’m here. It had better be worth it.”
“It will be,” Noah and JJ both said at the same time. But I didn’t bother replying, because there my footballer was. Okay, he didn’t know he was mine yet, but he’d definitely been interested in me in the club, and I was maybe sixty to sixty-five percent certain that it hadn’t been the alcohol.
My gaze scanned over his face to begin with, because as much as I admired his body, his face had been the first thing I’d noticed in the club. That chiselled jawline with a shadow of stubble, messy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. He was so hot, he took my breath away. And then he smiled, and he haddimples, and I think I whined aloud or something when I saw them, which was kind of embarrassing, but dimples were like my kryptonite. I wanted to lick him.
Anyway. JJ had warned me that the group of guys were all part of the LSU football team, and they were most likely straight—and why was Ander bringing straight boys to our club? But I’d never been one to turn down a challenge, and so I’d gone and planted myself in his lap. Up close, he was even sexier, with lovely thick thighs to balance me on, and strong arms to wrap around me. Not that he’d wrapped them around me. Yet. He’d been drunk, and a mixture of amused and bemused to find me in his lap. I hadn’t realised just how drunk he was until I was up close, and…yeah…I probably shouldn’t have been quite so direct when I’d propositioned him.
But no matter. Now I’d ascertained that yes, he was just as hot as I remembered, I’d dazzle him with my…my everything. Who could resist?
Back to watching him. So. To recap. Sexy face, nice strong thighs and arms. What else? I needed a closer look at his torso, but I was sure it would be just as lickable as the rest of him, and oh, his ass was pretty. Muscular with a good curve. Perfect for biting.
“I want to bite his ass,” I announced to JJ.
