Page 65 of The Fly-Half

“Want to make a bet on it?”

“Fuck no,” he said. “I’m not good with this shit. It’d be unfair.”

I smirked as I looked up at him, wrapping my lips around the straw as I took a long, slow suck. “What about rewarding me for being right?”

Jonny’s eyes darkened and his lips twisted with amusement. “I’m not sure I should be rewarding you for speculating about our teammates’ sexualities.”

“But what if I want it?”

“And what’s that, doll?” He leant down and brushed his lips against my ear, nipping the shell teasingly and drawing a moan from my lips. “Spell it out for me.”

“A reward.”

“What sort of reward?”

“I-I… A good one,” I said, the words barely making it off my tongue as Jonny wrapped one large arm around my waist, his fingers ghosting over my crotch. “J-Jonny… we can’t.”

“Why not? Nobody is looking,” he said. “And if they are, all they’ll see is me with my arm around you.” His fingers brushed over the outline of my cock, making me moan into his mouth as he kissed me. Fuck, if there were people on the team who hadn’t figured out we were together, they would now. Jonny might be able to disguise the way he was feeling me up in public, but there was no way to hide the way he was sticking his tongue down my throat and claiming my mouth. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I—”

“Jonny! Devon!” Bailey bounced up to us, a drunken grin splitting his face. “There you are! Stop hiding and get your asses on the dance floor. You can make out with each other later.”He grabbed my shoulder and tried to peel me away from Jonny. “Also you sent the cute blond guy over, right?”

“Yeah, why?” I asked as Bailey dragged me out of Jonny’s arms and towards the crowd. I was half expecting him to throw me over his shoulder, but when I glanced back, Jonny was watching me from the darkness, his eyes glittering with hunger.

I was so getting railed and marked up later, and I was going to love every second of it.

“No reason,” Bailey said with a little smile and I followed his eyes over to Hunter, who was still at the bar buying the blond guy a drink. Oh… interesting. But not totally surprising. Bailey leant close to me as we hit the edge of the floor, his breath tickling my skin. “Want to make them jealous?”

“Who?”

“Anyone watching.” He winked. “We all know Jonny is a possessive bastard. And you can’t deny it because we’ve all seen the state of your thighs. It’s cute.”

“Seriously? Cute?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged and pulled me against him, grinning playfully. “And who doesn’t love being wanted.”

I finished my drink and let the music envelop me, relaxing into the beat as I danced with Bailey. His hands were on my waist, his smile so bright and carefree, and I hoped one day Hunter recognised what he was missing. He spun me around so my back was pressed against his chest, moving me against him. It wasn’t sexual, just fun—something simultaneously flirtatious and tongue in cheek.

We sang and danced and drank two shots someone on the team handed us, which had a vague lemon flavour but mostly tasted of cheap alcohol—the kind that peeled the taste buds off your tongue and burned your throat. And from the edge of the floor, Jonny watched us, his eyes tracking me like a predator. Itsent shivers running down my spine, making my cock twitch in the front of my jeans.

I was impressed by his iron will, especially considering what’d happened before, but I was ready for him to snap and come for me. I was so horny and watching him standing there impassively was making everything so much worse. Or maybe it was better.

Either way, I was about two seconds away from dropping to my knees in the middle of the club and begging him to claim me.

I spun in Bailey’s arms, letting out a giddy “woo” of delight, and from behind me I heard a deep chuckle as a large hand landed on my waist. “Having fun?” Jonny asked.

“Yes,” I said, strangely breathless even though dancing tipsily with Bailey was no way near as strenuous as playing rugby. “Did you like watching?”

“No.”

“Then you should have joined us.”

“Maybe.”

“You like watching really,” I said as I threw my arms around his waist, pouting up at him as heat pooled in my stomach and spread throughout my body like I was sinking into hot water. “You like looking at me.”

“Mmm, true,” he said, a rumbling growl reverberating through his body and making me squirm. “And you like being watched.”

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