Page 8 of Find Me in the Rain
I throw my arm up and around his neck, pulling his head down to my ear, and he takes advantage of it. He slides his teeth over my earlobe, biting hard enough to make me whimper.
His deep voice overpowers the music in my ear. “You’re so damn sexy, Laura. Fuck.”
That should not have the effect on me that it does. I push my hips back a little harder in response.
I look up and see Char and Reed have joined us on the floor, still trying to morph their bodies into one.
The song ends, and we pull apart for the first time in what feels like forever. I turn around slowly, a little nervous to face him after we practically had sex a second ago. But his attention is on the group of guys that just walked up to us that I somehow missed due to my nerves. It must be some more of the team because Reed and Char are making their way over too.
Cam and some guy with curly, super-dark hair are talking, but I can’t hear a word over the noise. After a minute or so, the group heads back the direction they came, and Cam turns to me.
He leans down, purposely placing his lips on my ear. He flicks his tongue against my ear before asking, “Hey, want to go hang in the lounge for a bit? Get out of this crowd? Charlotte and Reed are going.”
I nod my head against his warm lips, feeling them move over my ear. He lightly runs his tongue along the edge, eliciting a moan that I wholeheartedly intended on keeping in my throat but it slipped past my parted lips.
He wraps his hand around mine and begins leading us through the sea of people toward the lounge doors.
They must’ve rented out a room for a bit because they aren’t free. But they are so nice. Leather seats line the wall. There’s a full bar, a TV, and whatever else you could really want for a break from the craziness on the floor.
We approach the doors, and I turn back to Charlotte, finding a beaming smile stretched on her face. I effortlessly smile back at her. I really am having fun tonight.
When we get to the room they rented, there’s about ten other guys in here. But only three of them have girls with them.
It’s a refreshing break from the booming noise on the dance floor. There’s just background music playing in here. We find empty spots on one of the seats, and Cam orders a few drinks for us.
A guy with shoulder-long brown hair comes to sit near us. “Hey, Cam, who’s this?” He nods to me.
Irritated that he couldn’t ask me himself, I stick my hand out. “Hi, I’m Laura.”Were my words a little slurred, or was that just me?
He takes my hand, holding for a second too long. “Nice to meet you, Laura. I’m Matt.”
His piercing blue eyes drop to my chest, and I can’t help the eye roll that slips free.
“Eyes up here, bud,” I correct him, no slurred words.
He tilts his head to the side, whistling. “Ooh, feisty. I like that.”
Cam sits up a little straighter, but he laughs before he says, “Matt, chill out. Stop trying to scare her off.”
He clicks his tongue on his teeth. “Fine—for now. Nice to meet you, Laura.” He then turns his attention back to some of the other guys.
Cam’s hand playfully glides back and forth on my knee, giving me an odd sense of comfort. “Hey, there’s a party at a hotel near here. Would you guys want to come?”
I look at Charlotte, who I can tell has already said yes. Because she’s practically giving me puppy-dog eyes mixed with anI’ll kill you if you say noface.
This is my one big night out, so might as well do it right.
I smile, turning back to Cam, whose eyes are locked on to my lips. “Okay, yeah, let’s do it.”
He meets my eyes for a moment before addressing his teammates. “Hey, you about ready to head out?”
One of the players with straight red hair answers, “Yeah, we’re just waiting for Kos. He ran to piss.”
Kos?My heart stops.There’s no way, right?
I laugh to myself at the utter thought that it could be Alec.
And anyway, Kos could be this guy’s full last name. Definitely not a nickname for Alec Kostelecky.
