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“Oh, and I always come first too,” she says, holding up her cup and arching her brow. “That’s one of my rules.”
“You’re a tease,” I tell her as my pulse quickens. She holds my gaze and those pale green eyes flicker with heat.
More people filter into the room, a horde of girls all stumbling in their heels and spilling their drinks, laughing as they crowd the kitchen.
Allison doesn’t object when I grab her hand and pull her out of there, heading to the living room on the right.
“It’s loud,” she says, raising her voice and tugging on my hand, stopping me from taking her to the back.
“There’s a rec room this way,” I tell her and move my hand around her waist to keep her moving. I love how she doesn’t protest.
She walks with me through the living room, past the speakers, through the back hall and straight out to the pool room. There are a few arcade games too in the back and there are more people waiting around them than there are playing pool.
I tilt my chin up at Daniel as he stands up, holding the pool cue in his hands and watching the six ball sink straight into a back pocket. He’s an all right guy. Out of all the guys, he’s the one I’ve clicked with most since I moved here. He’s an outsider in a lot of ways. Like me. And I know he only hangs around because of some dealings he’s got going on under the table. It’s not my business and I stay out of it. It’s as simple as that.
The second he sees my Allie Cat, he smiles wider. It’s a triumphant grin and it matches the one on my face when he gives me a nod.
“Aw,” Allison says as she walks toward the side wall where the barstools are set up, “I thought it was going to be empty.” She smirks after saying it and her eyes light up with mischief.
“Like I said, you’re a fucking tease.”
“And you like it,” she says back then lifts the cup to her lips. She doesn’t take her eyes off me, though.
I have to readjust my dick in my pants before I can sit down and watch the pool game.
“Admit it,” she says, her voice a bit stronger than I expected.
“Admit what?” I ask her.
“That you like it.”
“Yeah, so what if I do?” I tell her with confidence. “You already know that.”
“I just like hearing you say it,” she says and shrugs her small shoulders, making the dip in her collarbone that much more pronounced. The second she turns away from me, her cheeks color a beautiful shade and her legs sway. Like she’s shy all of a sudden, just hearing that I like her. I’ll keep that in mind, how easy it is to make her look like that. I like seeing this timid side of her.
“What else do you like to hear?” I ask her, and she just smiles slightly into her cup, tilting it back and taking a larger gulp. “I’ll tell you whatever you want.” My offer goes with the rest unspoken. I’ll give you what you want, you give me what I want. It seems fair as fuck to me.
“Is this the room?” she asks me curiously and tilts her head.
“The room?” I ask her to clarify and she slips her hand up my shirt. Her fingers tickle along my skin as she leans forward. “You know,” she says then licks her lower lip and adds, “the room where everything happens. Or is there an empty bedroom?” As she leans back, she takes her touch with her, leaving me wanting more and wishing there was a room to take her fine ass.
“I’m in the dorms, I don’t stay at the frat house.” She seems surprised by that, so I fill her in. “Kev’s uncle is paying my ride here to keep me out of trouble and Kev thought I’d make a good addition, but this isn’t really my style.”
“Then what is your style, Dean Warren?”
“Doing whatever I have to, so I can hear you say my name just how I’ve been dreaming.”
Her delicate simper widens, and I take a chance, setting my hand on her thigh.
“Oh, the first move has been made,” Allison says sarcastically but leaves my hand right where it is. She shifts on the barstool and it makes the thin fabric on her already short dress ride a little higher. My fingers are so fucking close to the hem, and just beneath that, the apex of her thighs.
“You like it,” I say and then pinch the hem of her dress and pull it down as much as I can before taking the cup from her hand.
“Hey, I wasn’t done,” she says and sulks but I ignore her, walking to the bar and grabbing the vodka and a can of Sprite. I hold it up for her to see and her eyes light up.
“I guess that’ll do,” she says with a devilish glint in her eyes.
I grab the whiskey for me and pour my own drink in a glass.
