“Does that give you the right to put your hands on Chrissie?” he demanded. “After the stunt you pulled in the treatment room?”
“It’s just a misunderstanding!” Drake protested.
Daniel scoffed.
“I think everyone at the stadium heard Chrissie giving you what-for. How about taking a hint and leaving the girl alone?”
“Coach…”
“Get away from the ladies, and consider yourself lucky if you don’t get thrown out of the bar.” Forrest’s voice made Chrissie shiver, and she held tighter onto him. She did love hearing his coach voice, but not in this setting. “I can see security coming over here. Maybe you should cooperate and not argue when they say you’re leaving the ladies alone.”
Drake didn’t answer. Chrissie risked looking over her shoulder, and saw him staring at her with such intense anger that she whimpered and buried her face against Forrest’s chest again. She didn’t realize she was shaking until Forrest started stroking her hair.
“It’s okay, Chrissie. I’ve got you.”
He had her. As far as Chrissie was concerned, he had always had her.
Then he was moving, easing her away from the booth. Fingers went under her chin, and he urged her to look up at him. Chrissie was still shaking, but she could feel herself calming as she looked into his hazel eyes. Warmth spread through her body, and she felt her pussy clench as she realized how close she was to him.
Fuck. As Rita would say, she was in big fucking trouble.
“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
“No. He didn’t.” Chrissie licked her eyes, noticing that Forrest was now looking at her mouth. “Thanks. I thought he wasn’t going to leave us alone.”
“Well, he’s arguing with security now.” Forrest glanced over his shoulder. “He might be thinking that he can stay, but with the way he’s acting…?”
“He’s not going to leave me alone until I agree to be with him.”
Forrest’s eyes narrowed.
“Not happening.”
He made it sound final. Chrissie didn’t like possessive tones, but she had to admit that she liked it when it was coming from Forrest.
His arms shifted around her, and then Chrissie realized she was pressing against his erection. He was prodding her in the belly, and the size of him was making Chrissie’s knees weak. Holy fuck, he had been hiding that?
She should have been been pushing away and putting distance between them. But every part of Chrissie wanted to jump into his arms and climb all over him.
And he was so close. His face was inches from hers, and Chrissie was sure, even in the dim lighting, that his eyes had darkened looking at her. All it would take would be to close the gap…
“Chrissie, are you okay?”
* * *
Forrest had never been so glad to be interrupted. If they had been left alone a second more, he would have been breaking his own rules and kissing her. With her curves pressing against his cock, her nipples rubbing his chest, his body was beginning to forget that he wasn’t supposed to be pawing the girl. She was his friend’s daughter, for crying out loud. She was out of bounds.
And yet he really wanted to kiss her.
Letting go of Chrissie suddenly, Forrest turned to see Rita hurrying over, clutching a couple of purses. She looked from Forrest to Chrissie with a frown. Behind her, Drake was still arguing with the two bouncers with Chrissie’s friends easing away from the scene.
“Chrissie?” Rita touched her friend’s arm. “Sweetie, talk to me.”
“I…I’m fine.” Chrissie shook herself and managed a smile. “It was just a bit too much too fast.”
“I hear you. Coach Radley has offered free drinks for us and to be a chaperone so we don’t have anyone bothering us. Do you want to join us?” Rita glanced at Forrest, and a slight gleam came into her eyes. “Or would you like a moment alone?”
“Rita!” Chrissie’s face went almost as red as her dress, and her hands straightened out her outfit. “I…I think it’s best that I go. I don’t think I can get back to how things were after that.”