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Tommy laughs and holds his hands up taking a few steps back until he disappears into the crowd.
“Hey, short stack, good to see you again.” Wyatt smiles widely.
Jag smiles, his eyes darting back and forth to me and Donnie.
“Hey, are you okay?” Donnie asks again, leaning into me.
I lift my head and give him an assuring smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
After parting ways with the other guys, we enter the open space leading to the living room with its pine floors. Donnie leads me to a high-end sectional and pulls me down to his lap.
A few minutes later, Donnie’s teammates join us on the couch. We make small talk—well, I smile and listen. Donnie asking me for the hundredth time if I am okay is driving me fucking crazy. I want him to enjoy his win with his team, not worry about me.
The song changes to “Apologize” by OneRepublic.
“Dance with me.” Donnie’s hot breath fans against my neck, sending chills down my spine.
I glance over his shoulder and smile in response. Donnie scoops me off his lap and leads me to the dance floor.
He holds me close to his body like we’re magnets as we sway from side to side to the music. His arms wrap around my waist, and I lay my head against his chest, snuggling against him.
I never want this moment to end.
Eventually, the song is over, and my bladder is crying out for me.
“I have to go to the bathroom.” Donnie pouts, refusing to let me go.
“I’ll come with you,” he insists.
I give him a WTF look, and he laughs.
“Come on. I’ll wait outside the door.”
Deciding not to argue, I follow him up to the second floor. He leads me to an empty guest room with an attached bathroom.
* * *
DONOVAN
I was hesitant to bring Shorty to the after-party, but I want her to be part of my life and show her how how serious I am about our relationship.
The door opens, and my girl finally emerges. She’s wearing skinny jeans and low Nike shoes that make her feet look extra small. Her long curly hair is straightened in a half up and half down style, flowing in waves. My eyes linger on the curve of her hips to the swell of her breasts.
“What?” she asks suspiciously, a slow blush creeping into her cheeks.
“Come here.” I curl my finger at her.
“Why?”
I chuckle. “Just come here.Please.”
She slowly walks toward me, and I gently grab her wrists when she’s within reach. I pull her into me until she’s settled between my legs.
Keeping my eyes on her, I run my hands behind her legs up to her ass, giving it a quick squeeze, and rest on her hips. She gazes down at me with longing. She smiles, noticing my expression mirroring hers.
God, I’ve wanted her since the first night at the restaurant, and at the time, I didn’t even know who she was.
“Donnie,” she whispers, holding onto my shoulders, pupils dilated.
