Page 28 of Ruled Out

“Woah, man,” Colin spins around, holding his hands up in defense. “We’re just having a good time.”

“Yeah, I can tell you’re having a great time. She’s drunk off her ass and you know it. Are you twenty-one? Cause I sure as hell know Phoebe’s not,” I add, flexing my jaw.

He stutters at me before looking at her. “Shit… isn’t he your coach?” he whispers to Phoebe, as if I can’t hear every word he’s saying.

“Yes, I am,” I respond. “And I’m responsible for the well-being of my players. You need to get your ass home before I turn you all in for underage drinking,” I threaten.

“Yes sir,” he answers in a shaky tone. “Come on, Phoebe,” he says as he reaches for her hand.

“She’s not going anywhere with you,” I stop him, stepping between them. “Leave,” I command, staring him dead in the face.

“What about…”

“I’ll make sure she gets home. Leave,now.” He glances at Phoebe one last time before turning and stumbling off the dance floor.

“That was aggressive, but hot,” Phoebe shrugs and laughs as she moves to wrap her arms around my neck.

“Where’s Maisie?” I ask, moving to the side and ignoring her drunk flirting.

“She met this football player. I think they went back to our place to do the dirty, if ya know what I mean,” she says, winking and arching her brows.

I shake my head.Maisie is definitely running extra laps on Monday. “Come on, we’re getting out of here,” I reply, wrapping my hand around her sweaty arm and leading her off the dance floor.

“Sooo demanding. Can you carry me like my own personal knight in shining armor?” she asks when we finally make it out to the parking lot and over to my car.

“Get in,” I demand, opening the passenger door for her. Her knees slightly wobble as she grips the door handle.Okay, so she’s drunker than I thought.

“On second thought,” I say, gripping her hips and lifting her up. “Let me help you in before you break an ankle.”

“Sucha gentleman,” she hums, patting the top of my head as I buckle her seatbelt. I can’t help the smile that breaks across my face as she pets my head like a damn dog. She’s an affectionate drunk.

“What are you hungry for?” I ask, once we’re finally on the road.

“Do you want me to answer that truthfully?” she replies, bursting out into laughter. She has the drunk giggles, laughing and snorting at the same time.

“You think you’re hilarious, don't you?” I respond, trying my damndest not to laugh. “You have one minute to decide what you want or I’m picking. I don’t have any groceries at my house.”

“Your house? Are you taking me to your humble abode?” she asks in a posh accent.Oh, here we go.

“I'm sure as hell not taking you to your apartment right now. God knows who Maisie brought back there.” I refuse to be exposed tothatclusterfuck.

“Damn, I would have gotten drunk a lot sooner if I knew that’s all it took to get me into your bed,” she responds with arched brows. The mention of her in my bed causes my dick to thicken in my jeans.She’s going to hate herself tomorrow for flirting with me like this.

“I willnotbe getting in any bed with you. I’ll be sleeping on the couch. I’m giving you a safe place to sleep, that’s it. I’m taking you straight home in the morning, once I know you’re alive and well.”

“Boo, you whore,” she replies and flips me off.

Fuck, trying not to laugh at her is getting harder by the second.“Okay, so McDonalds it is,” I exhale, making the decision for her. There aren't many options this late at night.

“Nooo!” she groans. “Taco Bell! I want a cheesy gordita crunch and some of those cinnamon balls. I’ll take any balls I can get at this point,” she adds pointedly, cracking herself up.

“I hate to break it to you, but cinnamon balls are all you're gonna get, little lady,” I snort, taking a left to Taco Bell.

Thirty minutes later, we’re pulling into the driveway of my townhome, Phoebe seductively moaning as she scarfed down her food. I know she was moaning because of the taste, but I can’t hide the way my body reacts. Tucking my hard cock under the waistband of my boxers, I hop out of my Jeep and walk to the passenger door to help her out.

“You know why they call it Taco Hell?,” she draws out. “Because there’s gonna be hell to pay after.” She laughs at her own joke, wrapping her arm around my neck as I carry her into the house.

“Let’s hope it’s not ashittynight,” I joke. Phoebe throws her back laughing so hard, she can barely catch her breath.

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