God this girl – she gets to me. I don’t know what it is about her, but I’m torn between wanting to hold her in my arms and wanting to bury my cock inside her for the next week straight. Her big gray eyes are so expressive. I can see everything in them, all the things she’d rather keep to herself. She’s afraid of her attraction to me. I usually snap my fingers and they follow. She’s the first one I’ve met who’s shown any resistance to my charm. I can see her balancing on the edge, but I’m not sure which way she’ll decide to go. I think she’s going to need a little push.

I flag down Jodie the bartender and she saunters over with a smile on her red, glossy lips. I’m familiar with her lips and what they’re capable of. She’s given me head more than once. She sucks dick like a pro and swallows every drop like a champ. Looking at her now I feel nothing. I used her to get off. I know I’m an asshole for it, but at least she knew what she was getting. Making promises to the women I screw around with, isn’t something I ever do.

“What can I get you handsome?” she asks.

“Three shots of Patron.” She winks at me and I look down at Harlow standing next to me. Thankfully, she’s not paying attention to Jodie’s flirtatious behavior. I know that would just be one more reason she’d use to convince herself to stay away from me.

Jodie places the shots down and sends one more heated look my way, but I’m not biting. Placing a few bills on the bar, I slide Raine’s shot toward her. She raises it when I turn to hand Harlow hers.

“Harlow and I always do a toast whenever we drink shots. It’s just a little rule of ours. She comes up with some good ones,” she explains. “What are we toasting to Harlow?” Raine asks.

I pick up my drink and wait while my eyes shift to Harlow. She chews on her bottom lip and stares down into her shot glass.

“Everyone should believe in something. I believe I’ll have another drink.” She giggles, clinks her glass against mine and then Raine’s.

God, she’s adorable. I’m totally enamored with this girl. Knocking the shot back, I slide the empty glass along the bar. Glancing around, I notice some of my teammates across the room. Cameron Davis is looking at Harlow. His stare has a predatory quality to it and I don’t fucking like it, but I can’t say I really like Cam either. He’s the starting running back on our team and he’s immensely talented. He’s also a giant egomaniac asshole. He and I aren’t friends. I tolerate him only for the sake of the team.

Releasing Harlow’s hand, I proprietarily place my palm on her lower back, staking my claim. I want him to know she’s off limits.

Her head tips up at me questioningly, gray eyes wide and filled with uncertainty, her mouth still glossy from the shot. It’s all I can do to keep myself from stealing an unexpected kiss from her. The urge to taste her lips is so strong it takes every ounce of resolve in me to hold back. I want to show her how combustible we’ll be together, but I don’t want our first kiss to be in a bar. Instead, I lean down and kiss the top of her head. She tenses up. The silky strands are soft on my lips and cling to them as I pull away. It’s not the kiss I’m craving, but it’ll have to do for now.

“Relax,” I coax and let my hand stroke down over the long, shiny length of her hair.

“Here guys.” Raine appears with six more shots. We each take one in hand.

“It’s better to spend tonight like there’s no tomorrow, than to spend tonight like there’s no money,” Harlow says not missing a beat. We all touch our glasses to murmurs of “here, here,” and then tip the shots back.

I slam my glass down on the bar upside down and notice Jodie’s eyes on me.

“Okay, one more for now,” Raine draws my attention as she hands us our glasses. She looks at Harlow, waiting for her to say something. She has a small smile playing on her full lips. She looks mischievous and I can’t wait to hear what’s about to come out of her mouth.

Harlow lifts her glass. “The rose may kiss the butterfly, the wine may kiss the crystal glass, a girl may kiss her man goodbye, but you my friends may kiss my ass.” She barely finishes the toast before laughter peals out of her. Her laugh is adorable. Christ, everything about this girl entices me. I need to convince her to give me a chance. I know if she goes on one date with me, she’ll see I’m not the asshole she thinks I am. I need to have her under me – on top of me – any way I can.

Over the course of the next hour we drink a few more shots and keep the conversation light. When Cameron comes over to talk to Raine, Harlow moves over to my side, burrowing in as close as she can get. I tuck my arm around her and wonder if she has history with him.

Did he do something to her?

I don’t want to ask her now and risk upsetting her. She’s just starting to act like I’m not the devil and it’s probably because she’s drunk and her defenses are down, but I’ll take what I can get.

Another hour passes and now I’m sitting on a stool leaning on the bar behind me. My eyes may be looking out at the crowd, but I’m very much focused on this sweet girl standing between my legs with her back to my chest. She’s relaxed, my arms are loose around her waist. I want to pull her against me so she can feel the hard on trying to bust out of my jeans, but I don’t want to scare her off. I already know she’s not like other girls. She flat out turned me down and I can’t treat her the same as I do them. I want nothing more than to be naked in my bed with her at this very moment. Hell, I’d settle for bending her over the bathroom sink in the men’s room right now. Fuck. I really need to stop thinking about this. I know I won’t be getting any relief for my blue balls between Harlow’s sexy thighs.

My eyes land on a cute blonde across the room. Looking her over, I wonder if I’ve ever messed around with her before. She’s giving me the look and I know all I’d have to do is crook my finger at her or flash her a smile and she’d be at my beck and call. It might be nice to sink my dick inside some new pussy tonight. I haven’t gotten laid for almost two weeks now.

Harlow spins around in my arms and stares up at me with her wide stormy gray eyes wiping out all thoughts of any other woman. No matter how much I try to convince myself I’d bury my dick in any pussy, now that she’s on my radar – I don’t want to.