Page 51 of Going All In

He skated one hand down her spine, his fingers tickling along every nerve ending, and she shuddered under his touch. His other hand was anchored to her hip, holding her in his lap as she rocked against him.

Fucking hell, she wanted him. She needed him. He consumed her with just a kiss, and she wanted to give him everything.

“Oh, um, sorry, guys.” Ally’s voice cut through Darcy’s desire filled fog, and she froze in Jake’s lap.

“Fuck,” Jake whispered against her mouth when he ended the kiss.

“I can go,” Ally said.

Darcy pulled back from Jake and patted his chest. “Great practice, but I don’t think we need to put on a show quite like that for anyone else.” Where the hell had those words come from?

He didn’t move, but she caught the faint tic in his jaw. Shit. He was angry. But why?

“Yeah. Great practice,” he said, setting her next to him on the couch.

She tried not to stare at the outline of his hard cock against his pants.

“Um, I’m going to go to my room,” Ally said, scooting down the hall before Darcy could make eye contact with her friend.

“I’m going to go,” Jake said, standing up from the couch.

“Jake. I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “I don’t know why I said that.”

“Because it’s the truth, right? Text me when you want to put on another performance.”

Then he was striding out of her apartment, the door shutting behind him with a little extra force. She grabbed her beer and took a healthy sip.

“Bad form, Darc. Bad form,” Ally said, walking back into the living room.

“I know. I don’t know why I said that. I panicked.” Darcy fidgeted with the label on her bottle.

“Are you falling for him?” she asked.

“Of course not. This is a fake relationship.”

“That kiss didn’t look fake. Nor did that grinding you were doing in his lap.”

“Oh god. Please don’t ever bring that up. And the kiss wasn’t fake. Ugh. Yes. I like him. And I shouldn’t. He’s not my type. I don’t have time for this. I just can’t.”

“Stop with the excuses. And how do you even know your type? You never date,” Ally said, plopping down on the couch next to Darcy.

“Fine. But I’m totally not his type.”

“Didn’t look that way to me. But he wasn’t happy when you jumped up and said ‘great practice.’”

“I know. This was a mistake.”

“Doesn’t have to be. Just maybe get your head out of your ass and apologize.”

Ally was right. And Darcy hated that her friend was right. He’d looked pissed at her brushing him off. Or maybe she read too much into his reaction. He couldn’t actually like her, not like like her, right?

Seriously? Was she in middle school or something?

“You can talk to him and figure everything out. But first, how was dinner?”

“Why are you home so early? Bad date?” Darcy asked at the same time.

“It was fine. No spark like you and Jake.”

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