Page 2 of Force Play

Fuck, why does that make her even hotter? Maybe it’s because this team has become an extension of my family.

After Poppy effectively shut down the woman trying to stake a claim on Hendrix, the table cleared out, everyone opting to go their own way for the night. The happy couple was the first to haul ass out of here, leaving enough sexual tension in their wake to drown all of us.

“I hope you packed noise canceling headphones, unless auditory voyeurism is your kink,” I tease, hoping she gives me another of those unguarded smiles.

“My kinks are none of your business,” she tosses back at me, shifting in her seat, only to cross and then uncross her legs. I file away the fact that a little possessive display gets her hot.

“But you have them.” I’m a sick man and this woman is my malady. I know I shouldn’t push her buttons, but I can’t fucking help it—not when she scrunches her nose like that at me.

“Down, boy. You wouldn’t know what to do with me if you had the chance.” This time there’s a twinkle in her eyes. Maybe she’s been infected with the same illness as me and enjoys this little game of verbal foreplay just as much as I do.

“Things are about to get interesting.” Dean chuckles darkly next to her. It doesn’t matter whether he’s on her side or mine, because I’m on a fucking mission.

“Only one way to find out. What’s it going to be? Are you going to chance it with the lovebirds, or are you ready for some fun?” I taunt hoping that it doesn’t blow up in my face.

Cleavage peeks out of her tank top when she props herself up on her elbows, shrinking the space between us. I have to force my eyes up and the smirk I find on her plump red lips tells me I’ve been caught looking. “What do you have in mind?”

“Getting out of here would be a start.” I look around the dark bar. Most of my teammates have cleared out, and this isn’t the right atmosphere for the type of fun I want to get into with Indie.

“You know what sounds like a good time?” She licks her lips, looking between Dean and me, like a hungry lioness. Whatever comes out of her mouth, it’s going to get the three of us in trouble. “Dancing.”

Dean’s grumble is so dramatic it’s comical.

“Don’t be a stick in the mud. The pretty girl wants to dance. Let’s take her to Lark’s.” The upscale night club my buddy owns is perfect—especially the private VIP section. Maybe it’ll give me the opportunity to get Indie alone for long enough that she’ll let her guard down and give me the chance I’ve been vying for.

“I don’t dance,” Dean asserts. He hates Lark’s, but he hates most everything, save for his cabin and baseball.

“Not even for me?” Indie gives him an exaggerated pout, showing off a playful side that I want to see more of.

“Not for anyone,” he grumbles in return. Indie’s pout deepens and Dean sighs. “You’re just lucky I’m not ready to go back to my penthouse yet.” He’s got that petulant rich boy vibe down pat, standing from the table and shoving his phone deep in his pocket.

“I’m sure I can find a willing partner.” Indie shrugs off his piss-poor attitude and joins him.

I think the fuck not. If anyone is dancing with this woman tonight, it’s going to be me. Pushing up from the table I trail the two of them out to the parking lot.

Even as we wait for the car, I can see her relax a little more, her shoulders shimmying to the music playing on the outdoor speakers as she scrolls her phone, a smile tilting up her lips every so often. It’s sexy as fuck. She’s got a wide smile, the kind that shows her teeth, and I love that she doesn’t try to dull it down or hide it. It’s such a contrast to her prickly attitude, and I immediately want more. Not only that, but I want to be the one pulling it out of her, tearing down her walls one by one to see what’s locked behind them.

Does she lounge around her house relaxed and happy? If I try hard enough, I can almost picture her humming when she’s alone. Or is she the kind of girl that moans when she takes a bite of her favorite food? I want to know it all.

When the Uber pulls up a few minutes later, Dean takes the front seat and I slide in beside Indie in the back.

“Are you ready for me to win you over with my dance moves?”

She jolts in surprise when I playfully bump her with my shoulder, her warm skin on mine making me very aware of how close we are back here, just the two of us.

The lightness of her laughter washes over me and I make it my mission to hear more of it tonight, because when Indie laughs, it’s the prettiest sound in the world. “What makes you think you can win me over at all, Domino?”

“My mom told me I can do anything I put my mind to, and I took that to heart.”

“I fear she led you astray.” Her hand pats my cheek, sparking a desire to capture it and hold it there. “I’m not one of those girls that’s easily impressed by a pretty face, or the fact that you can swing a bat.” The coldness that returns when she calls me out for my profession stops me from acting on the whim.

Interesting.

“So it’s the athlete thing that bugs you. Is it just because I’m a better player than Dean that you don’t mind flirting with him?”

“Fuck off.”

In the mirror, I see the driver hold back a laugh when Dean flips a double bird in my direction.

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