“We’re in a bar, and quite frankly we’re getting a lot of attention.” When she went to step away, he stepped in front of her.
Her heart was racing, and much to her shame, her pussy was dripping wet. The dress she wore made her feel exposed.
His fingers started to stroke her hip, and damn it, his touch made her even more aroused.
“I don’t give a fuck about the attention. They can stare, providing they stay back, and don’t touch.”
“This is silly. Cathy invited me—”
“Who do you think asked for Cathy to invite you?” he asked.
“What?”
“I asked Brice to invite you. I told you, we didn’t get our chance to say goodbye, and now that you’re here, I want the chance to say hello.”
“From what I hear you say a lot of things to a lot of women.”
“None of them are you.”
“You’re confusing me,” she said. There was no way Drew would want anything to do with her. She just couldn’t believe it.
“Guys, do you want a play a game of pool?” Brice asked, coming toward them.
Raven nodded, pulling out of Drew’s hold. He was touching her, messing up her head, and she was struggling to think of a perfect reason why they shouldn’t be greeting each other.
He doesn’t want you.
You’re imagining it.
Staring into those eyes, though, she had to doubt herself. The intensity in his gaze was like nothing she had ever encountered. The women in the bar were looking at Drew as if they wanted to eat him, and he was paying them no attention. All of his focus was on her, which was nice. She couldn’t deny being a little happy at having all of his attention.
Taking another sip of her beer, she grabbed a pool stick, and watched as Brice aligned the balls.
“How are we playing?” Cathy asked.
“Boys against girls?” Brice looked among them all.
“Couples against couples.” Drew said, stepping toward her. “Raven and I, against you two.”
“Or we can just play,” Raven said.
He was making her nervous. Wet and nervous. Glancing over at him, she saw he was still staring at her.
“I like that,” Cathy said. “Couples it is.”
They were playing as couples. She could handle this.
“I’ll break,” Drew said.
She couldn’t help admiring his ass as he bent over, hitting the white ball into all the others.
Focus!
He sank some balls, and shot a few more times until he missed. Brice went next, sinking one, and missing his second. It was her turn. Staring at the table, she aligned the stick on the board, and paused as Drew came up behind her. His hand landed on her hip, and his dick was cushioned against her ass. “Make sure you align it just right so that the ball can enter the right hole.”
Why, oh why, did that sound incredibly dirty?
Drew lingered for another few seconds, and pulled back, giving her the chance to sink a ball, then a second before her nerves were shot, missing the third. During the first game, every chance he got, he’d try to touch her.