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“God, I would have paid to see that,” I mock.
“Last call!” the bartender shouts, letting us know the bar is getting ready to close. Damn, I can’t believe it’s already past midnight.
“That’s my cue to go,” I exhale. I’d only had two beers across three hours, so I was more than fine to drive home.
“Yeah, me too. I’ve gotta be up early for the morning shift,” Slater agrees, sliding out of the wooden chair.
“Maybe you’ll run into your dream girl again,” I joke, giving him a playful slap on the back.
“Yeah, yeah. See you later, man.” Slater smiles and waves goodbye as he walks towards his car.
I’m halfway to my Jeep when my phone starts buzzing in my pocket. “Who the hell is calling this late?” I mutter to myself.
My breath hitches when I see Phoebe’s name glowing across the screen.What? Why would she be calling me?
We haven't spoken a word to each other since ourmomentin my office.God, the image of Phoebe grinding her hips against me until she fell apart in my arms has been in the forefront of mind since she walked out of my office.It was hands down the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.When she lifted her dress and I got my first look at her toned stomach and gorgeous thighs, I almost came in my pants. Then, when I looked down and saw the tip of my dick brushing against her pink, lace panties,I fucking lost it. God, I’ll never be able to forget that image.The sound of her moaning my name as she came is a melody that will forever live rent free in my head.
Thank God we were interrupted, because I was one second away from ripping off her panties andreallytouching her. I could tell by her heavy breathing and needy moans that she wanted me to touch her too. I shouldn't answer her call, but what if she’s in trouble?
“Phoebe?” I answer, straining to hear over the loud music in the background.
“Knoxyyy! Omg, I can’t believe you actually answered,” Phoebe slurs.What the fuck?
I furrow my brows. “Are you prank calling me? What’s going on?”
“Have you ever had a star fucker shot before? It’ssooooyummy, tastes like candy!” She’s yelling over the music, her words slightly running together.
“I know what a star fucker is. I’m actually of the legal drinking age, unlike you,” I respond.How many has she had?Crown Royal, Schnapps, and Red Bull are a dangerous combination.
“There you go again, pointing outage,” she mocks. I can practically see her rolling her eyes. “I think it’s kinda hot that you’re older. Don’t you know that age-gap relationships aresoooin right now? You could be the next Leonard Dicaprioooo,” she giggles and hiccups at the same time.
Leonard?Oh God, she’s drunk.“Are you drunk, Phoebe?” I ask in a stern tone.
“Ooooo, I like it when you say my name like that. So demanding,Coach Moore,” she hums.
“Where are you?” I ask, deciding against telling her I’m coming to get her drunk ass.What the hell?She’s not even twenty-one.
“Ummm…. I think it’s called Love Island?”
Isn’tLove Islanda TV show?My God, how much has she had to drink?I do a quick search on my phone for bars in Coral Cove. A club called Island Fever is one of the first that pops up, and I immediately know that’s where she’s at.What if some dirt bag tries to leave with her?The thought makes me see red.
“Phoebe, I need you to stay on the phone with me,” I tell her, hoping she’ll stay put until I get there.
“Oh shit! Maisie ordered us another round of star fuckers. Got to go, byeeeeee!” I hear a loud squeal before the call disconnects.
“Goddammit!” I curse, stomping my foot on the gas pedal.
I arrive at Island Fever in less than five minutes, thanks to my speeding. After I flash my ID to the bouncer, I walk through the front door into the dark club, the walls illuminated by flashing neon lights. The bar lines all four walls, the dance floor right in the center. It’s lit up by LED lights, making it the focal point of the room. It’s almost two in the morning, but the party looks like it’s just getting started. Almost everyone is on the dance floor, grinding together and raising their glasses as they sing along to the music.
My eyes immediately scan the crowd for Phoebe, pushing through flocks of sweaty people in my quest to find her. Right when I’m about to move my search from the dance floor to the bar, I seeher.
Phoebe’s standing near the back, running her hands through her luscious blonde hair as she grinds her ass up against Colin. He’s holding on to her hips, pulling her as close to his dick as possible.I can’t fucking see straight.
Her body is slick with sweat, her hair falling in seductive waves down her shoulders. Her lips turn up in a seductive smile as she closes her eyes and leans her head back against Colin’s shoulder, exposing the gorgeous line of her neck. She’s dancing under a scarlet spotlight, the color matching her red lipstick.She’s so excruciatingly sexy. The thought of those crimson lips wrapped around my cock sends a shudder through my entire body.
She’s the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen.She’s wearing a tight black dress that hugs her body like a glove. Her toned legs, arms, and back are on full display.Fuck me, her dress is basically just a strip of fabric leaving little to the imagination. Her body is a damn masterpiece. A body Colin has his hands all over.
“Get your hands off her,” I command through clenched teeth in Colin’s ear. Phoebe’s eyes immediately widen as she notices me standing behind Colin.
