Page 22 of The Hat Trick

I lead Chandler over with my hand on the small of her back, and she sits in the seat next to Collee. He smiles at her, “Hey, glad you could make it.”

Despite it being dark, I think I see the slight blush on her cheeks. “Yeah, this one is persistent,” she gestures her thumb toward me.

I lean down, brushing my lips against her ear. “What do you want to drink?”

She turns her face, but I don’t move back so our noses touch. “Rum and coke.”

I nod, and despite wanting to kiss her, I hold back. Standing up, I see Brent still looking at us, watching the entire interaction. I can’t really tell what the look on his face means, he’s always good at keeping a straight face, but there’s something there.

I continue to look over at Chandler to make sure she’s okay, but she seems to have fallen into whatever conversation Collee and Colver were having with ease. Collee’s eyes trail over her multiple times, and that makes me think what I might have seen earlier with him was intrigue for her.

It’s not that I’m usually a jealous person, because I’m not. And even now I find myself standing back to watch them interact, even after I’ve gotten our drinks. I watch Chandler smile at him and laugh at whatever was just said. I watch Collee smile at her, licking his bottom lip while briefly looking at her mouth.

Eventually, I make my way back over to them, handing Chandler her drink, and lifting her out of her seat so I can take it, and placing her down on my lap. She lets out a small squeal of surprise, and tries to get out of my lap, but I hold her down with my hand on her thigh.

“What were you guys talking about?” I ask nonchalantly like I don’t have a beautiful woman’s ass on my already hardening dick.

“I was sharing embarrassing stories about you,” Collee says.

I scoff, “You don’t have any embarrassing stories about me.”

Chandler turns so I can see the corner of her mouth, and eyes. “Yeah? What happened on Halloween last year then?”

“You motherfucker.” I glare at my teammate.

He shrugs while taking a drink.

“We said we would never talk about that,” I tell him.

“Chandler won’t tell anyone, will you?” He sends a wink in her direction.

She shifts slightly on my lap, and says, “Not a soul.”

We all continue to drink, and I watch Chandler and Collee flirt. It’s nothing extremely obvious, and I know it’s because Collee doesn’t want to step on my toes since he doesn’t know how I would react. And I can appreciate that, but for some reason watching them interact makes me want to see how they would be together.

I start to rub my hand up and down Chandler’s thigh, and it causes her to squirm again, but I’m doing it to reassure her. We all continue to drink, and I feel her relax against me, which is also when my hand starts to move higher up her thigh.

It gets later, and it’s becoming harder to wait to have Chandler in my bed, especially after sitting back and watching her flirt with both me and Collee all night. I push her hair behind her back and run my mouth up the side of her neck to her ear.

“Are you ready to leave?” I ask, while continuing to lightly kiss along her neck and jaw.

She hums in agreement and nods her head.

“We are going to head out, guys,” I announce, standing up while keeping my arm around Chandler.

A few more of my teammates ended up joining our group, but luckily it didn’t include McQuaid. Everyone else chooses to stay out a bit longer, our practice in the morning isn’t until eight, so I don’t blame them for wanting to take advantage. Though our game is tomorrow evening, I hope they won’t go too crazy, but I know my guys can rally.

We head outside to the SUV that was waiting for us, and I usher her inside. Once the door is closed behind me I can’t help myself. I yank her into me and crash our mouths together in a frenzy. She meets my intensity, her hands sliding into my hair, and pulling while I push my tongue into her mouth.

She moans, and I push her onto her back, settling between her thighs, pressing myself perfectly against her jean clad pussy.

I don’t think about where we are, that there’s a driver, or anything other than her body beneath mine and kissing her like my life depends on it. I move my mouth from hers and trail kisses down her neck as she writhes her body, and moves her hands to my back, digging her fingers into my shoulders.

“Did you have fun tonight, baby?” I ask with a quick nip at her skin.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Seemed like it, and I liked watching you have fun.” I kiss her neck one more time before lifting myself off her. She gives me a death glare, as much as she can with her flushed cheeks and messed up hair.

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