Page 12 of Pucking Amazing

I nod in commiseration as I chew. “I know, right? I’m so sore, I can barely lift my arms. Oh, speaking of...” I lean forward excitedly. “I think I finally perfected my post-game recovery smoothie. The secret is a dash of cayenne.”

As I expected, Jason perks up at this—the man loves a recipe—but as he discusses the pros and cons of various protein powders I find my mind wandering.

Sydney’s warm smile, her quick wit, the way her dress hugged her lush curves...

Fuck, I can’t help but imagine ripping it off her, kissing every inch of her soft skin. What do her moans sound like? Is she an aggressive lover, or does she like other people to take the lead?

I shake my head, trying to clear the mental images. I know Jason’s right, I shouldn’t go there.

Or should I?

The city lights blur past my windshield as I guide my Lexus through the late-night streets, antsy. Dinner with Jason was great as always, but I’m still amped up, craving more excitement before calling it a night. At a red light, I punch out a few texts to my favorite club buddies, seeing who’s down to get a little wild.

My phone buzzes with replies almost immediately—looks like Marcos and Shay are out at The Gilded Lily. Perfect.

I hang a sharp left, tires screeching, and gun it towards the West Loop, adrenaline already surging in my veins.

After parking I stride past the velvet rope line snaking around the block and flash a grin at the bouncer. He unhooks the rope without hesitation, ushering me inside. The pulsing beats and flashing lights envelop me as I swagger over to the bar.

Shay spots me first, their neon skintight dress leaving little to the imagination as they grind up against me.

“Hey sexy, about time you showed up,” they purr in my ear, their lips grazing my neck. I slip my hands around their tiny waist and pull them close.

“You know I couldn’t stay away,” I whisper, relishing the heat of their body.

“DJ!” Mateo, the bartender, calls out with a grin. “The usual?”

I flash him a smile and lean across the bar to accept the shot of whiskey he slides my way. “You know it.” I give Shay a final squeeze before downing the drink and turning to chest-bump another of our friends, Eli. “Sup man, how’s life?”

“Can’t complain,” Eli shrugs with a smirk. “Especially now that you’re here to spice things up.”

I laugh, signaling Mateo for another round of shots. “Let’s get this party started then, shall we?”

Suddenly, fingertips trail suggestively down my spine and I catch a whiff of perfume. I’d know that intoxicating scent anywhere. Lila.

I spin to face her, drinking in the sight of her dangerous curves poured into a slinky silver dress.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” Lila murmurs, a mischievous look in her eyes. “Fancy a dance?” She presses her body against mine.

Pounding back my shot, I allow her to drag me into the pulsing crowd, my blood already on fire.

The bass reverberates through my body as Lila and I move together on the crowded dance floor, our bodies slick with sweat.

My head is pleasantly fuzzy from the two shots I did back-to-back, but as Lila grinds against me, I gaze out across the gyrating mass of bodies and suddenly get an odd flicker of dissatisfaction.

The song ends and I lean in, my lips grazing Lila’s ear. “Another round?”

She grins wickedly. “Thought you’d never ask.”

We weave through the gyrating bodies to the bar, where I flag Mateo down. “Two more, my good man.” I turn to Lila, admiring how her dress barely covers her. She looks good tonight. Hell, she always looks good.

But as we wait for our drinks, another wave of melancholy washes over me.

Must be the alcohol making me all introspective and shit.

I lean in close to Lila again, having to shout over the thumping music. “You ever feel like something’s missing? Like you’re just going through the motions?”

She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Since when did you get so deep, DJ?”

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