Page 46 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan

I feel myself seething.

She says something to him, and he rolls his eyes and steps back. She shakes her head and taps her foot, but doesn’t do anything else. One of the girls in the group goes over to him. She’s got a shot in her hand. He grabs it from her and downs it quickly. They both laugh. One of the other guys calls for one of the servers, who brings over ten more shots.

They're all laughing at something—but Erica's not. She seems miserable, and I wonder exactly what the dynamic is here.

I stand there, just watching her, hoping that she doesn't turn to the right, because then she will surely see me.

But she doesn't.

The date looks over at Erica, walks over to her again, and whispers something in her ear. He hands her a shot, which she takes. I frown. I don't know why she's stupid enough to take a shot with this guy when she knows she can't handle her liquor that well. He grabs another shot and then points toward her top. He motions something, and she shakes her head vehemently again. He rolls his eyes. He calls over one of the blonde girls he's with, and she nods. He picks her up and lays her down on the table.

What's going on here?

A frisson of excitement rushes through me, and I take another step forward. Next thing I know, she's pulling up her top and her bra, and she's just lying on the table, tits out, nippleserect. Erica's jaw is now open. I watch as her date puts the shot between the girl's breasts, then lowers his mouth to it, cups it, and drinks it. He's laughing as liquid goes all over the girl's breasts, and to my dismay, he starts licking the liquid off her nipples. She says something, and they both start laughing.

I look over at Erica. She's disgusted. I watch as she walks away, and I think she's about to leave, but instead, she goes to the dance floor. I stalk over to the side and watch as she raises her hands in the air, closes her eyes, and moves her body to the beat of the music. She's smiling, and I wonder who she is. Most women would've left in a huff, angry or crying, but she didn't care. She is still enjoying herself.

I watch her skirt swish back and forth. Her skin is gleaming under the bright lights, and I can see a trickle of sweat run down her forehead. She reaches back behind her and ties up her hair, then continues to dance. I don't know what I'm doing, but I find myself walking onto the dance floor, and soon, I'm behind her, dancing. She doesn't look behind. She doesn't see me. She keeps on moving.

I wrap my arms around her waist, and I'm positive she's going to turn back and tell me no, but she doesn't. She continues to dance freely, rubbing her ass against me, wriggling back and forth, and I find myself moving to the beat. The music changes to a fierce dance number, and she continues to dance. I find my hands working up the front of her top until they're covering her breasts.

That's when she pauses. She reaches up, grabs my hand, and pulls it down. Then she turns to me.

"What the—" she says, her eyes widening as she takes me in. "Tyler? What are you doing? Why are you here?"

"What? I just happened to be here and wanted to dance," I say. "How’s your date going?" I ask as if I don’t already know.

"Oh... really good. Really, really good. I just wanted to have a break for a second."

I laugh, looking behind me. I see her date making out with the blonde. Her top is all the way off now, and her breasts are crushed against his chest. His arms are down the front of her skirt, and I'm pretty sure that he's fingering her, but I'm not going to say anything to Erica.

"So, you want to continue dancing?" I say, wrapping my arms around her waist.

She stares at me for a couple of seconds and just nods. We continue to dance. The music changes again to an R&B number that's smooth and sexy, and I can feel myself hardening as her ass rubs back and forth against my crotch. I can tell she's breathing heavily, just by the way her chest is heaving.

I'm enjoying this moment. It feels sensual, sexual. It feels like I'm on fire. I run my hands back up her body and along the sides of her breasts. She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t pull them away.

I start kissing the side of her neck. She leans back into me slightly, and then I run my fingers up again and squeeze her breasts, rubbing my palms against her nipples. She’s breathing even harder now, and so am I. This is hot. Fucking hot.

And then, because it’s dark and I don’t think anyone is paying attention, I slide my hands down the front of her skirt, over the top of her panties. She stills. I slip my fingers in, down her bare front, between her legs. As I feel her wetness, she gasps.

I want to finger her. I want to, but I stop. I pull my hand out and spin her around. Her eyes are wild. Her hair tendrils are coming loose.

"What are you doing?" she says breathlessly, her gaze fixed on mine, lips trembling.

I kiss her lips for a second, pulling her towards me. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back.

I whisper in her ear.

"I shouldn’t be here."

"But you are," she says, gazing back at me. "What do you want to do?"

"I don’t know," I say. "Because if I start, Erica... I don’t know that I can stop."

"Maybe I don’t want you to stop." She licks her lips and runs her fingers down the front of my crotch, squeezing. "Maybe I want to get to know you a little bit better."

"Oh," I say, smiling, because I love this side of Erica. It turns me on so much. "If we do this, Erica, then we need a new amendment to the bet."