Chapter Five Cash #2
Tarvi eyed the empty can in my hand. “Smart man. If I drink another one of these”—he held up an empty Solo cup—“Zoe might have to pour me into an Uber at the end of the night.”
She knocked her hip into his. “Or we could stay here.” Glancing behind her, she said with a sly smile, “They have lots of couches.”
“Zoe!” Tarvi’s scandalized tone cracked all of us up.
“I take it you’re only an exhibitionist on the field,” I said.
“Weren’t you saying you needed another beer?” he grumbled.
Chuckling, I wandered back through the crowd toward the bar where I asked directions to the john.
Finding the one at the end of a hallway on the lower floor occupied—by two people, from the sounds of it—I headed upstairs.
After taking care of my business, I stepped out into the hall to find myself mask to electric-blue mask with the sassy girl from the start of the evening.
“Hel-lo gorgeous,” I said, my voice dropping half an octave as a floral fragrance with undertones of vanilla and musk wafted over me. Damn. The woman’s scent alone sent a shockwave through my system that left me half-hard.
A teasing smile beneath her mask revealed perfect white teeth. “Hel-lo yourself, Mr. Hotness.” She made to step around me. “I’ll only be a minute in here.”
The honeyed whiskey of her voice dripped over me, and for a second I forgot to pay attention to her meaning.
Then I grinned and sidestepped around her, leaning one shoulder against the opposite wall, where I admired her ass as she sashayed into the bathroom.
That tight black dress ended at mid-thigh and flared out into a ruffle that drew my attention to her legs right as she closed the door to my view.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited for her. True to her word, a minute later, I heard water splash into the sink. For the hell of it, I sang the ABCs song in my head, and sure enough, the sound of water ended right as I made it to X. I grinned. She must have been singing at a faster tempo.
When she opened the door and saw me waiting, she gave me a slow, sultry smile that had me coming off the wall to meet her halfway. “Hello, again.”
“Hello to you.”
Her not-so-subtle once-over turned me on. I’d always been attracted to bold girls who knew what they wanted. It seemed my mystery lady was exactly my type.
“Like what you see?”
“Mm-hmm. You wear your suit well.”
Her eyes found mine, and I was surprised to discover her snappy amber gaze. For some reason, I thought she’d have eyes to match her mask. The contrast only added to my fascination with her, which had started when I walked into the party and saw her holding court at the bar.
Taking a chance, I stepped into her space. Heat flared in her eyes, encouraging me, so I kept going. I put one hand on the wall beside her head, being careful not to crowd her while also letting her know I was definitely interested in what was in front of me.
“I like what I see too.” My eyes held hers. “My friend who gave me this mask said I look like Zorro in it. Right now I’m considering channeling that particular bandit.”
“Yeah? What do I have that you’d want to steal?”
She tucked her hands behind her ass, lifting her sweet rack up and giving me a mouthwatering view of the mounds of her tits rising above the fancy neckline of her tight dress.
Since she’d offered, I flicked my eyes down to them and back to her face.
Her perfect bow of a mouth turned up at the corner in an unmistakable tease.
“So much, Little Miss Dangerous. But for now I think I’ll start with stealing this.”
I leaned down, my lips a breath from hers, and waited a beat, giving her a chance to step away if she didn’t want to kiss a stranger. Instead, a tiny sigh fluttered from her, and I took that as permission to steal the kiss I’d wanted from the second I set eyes on her at the start of the evening.
Feathering my lips over hers, I discovered their pillowy softness.
Damn, I didn’t think I’d ever touched anything so soft before in my life.
When I added pressure, she yielded, and I slid my tongue over the seam of her mouth.
I tasted alcoholic punch and something feminine and all her.
Another sigh fluttered from her as she opened for me.
But the second my tongue found hers, all the angelic sweetness of the past few minutes burned up in the fire that flamed to life when I deepened the kiss.
While I pressed her against the wall with my body, I explored the swells of her hips and the perfect indentation of her waist with my hands.
She moaned into my mouth and plowed her hands into my hair, tugging me even closer.
Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and flattened those gorgeous breasts against my chest, and I didn’t hold back my groan at how perfectly she fit me.
No one in my previous experience—not even my ex—felt as good pressed to me as this woman, and I stopped holding back.
Instead, I did my damnedest to devour her even as she returned the favor.
Her knee slid up the outside of my thigh, and I palmed the silky skin of her thigh as I lined up my erection with her soft center.
What had started out as a tease was on the verge of becoming a conflagration, and I didn’t even know this girl’s name.
That intrusive thought cooled me down a notch, and though I continued to hold her exactly as we were, I pulled out of the hottest fucking kiss of my life.
“What’s your name?”
Even as her breath sawed in and out of her, she didn’t miss a beat. “Little Miss Dangerous.”
I chuckled. “Gorgeous and quick. Two of my favorite traits in a woman.” I leaned in and stole another quick kiss before asking again, “What name did your parents give you?”
“Mysterious.”
“Is that how we’re playing this? Kiss a stranger and walk away?”
“It’s sort of the point of a masquerade, isn’t it?”
From her teasing tone, I had the distinct impression she wasn’t going to give me what I wanted. Yes, she’d let me kiss the shit out of her, but she wasn’t going to tell me who she was, which wouldn’t do at all.
“I don’t know. I’m new to MSC, and I haven’t figured out your customs.” For good measure, I feathered my fingers over her thigh then slipped my palm beneath it to anchor it over my hip.
A startled, “Oh!” escaped her kiss-swollen lips, and then she changed the game as she rubbed her center along my shaft.
I’d never dry-humped a girl while wearing a suit, but then again, I’d never attended a masquerade ball or not managed to learn the name of the girl I was kissing either.
She tugged me back down, sealed her lips to mine, and with one swipe of her tongue, she obliterated all my good intentions.
Pinning her to the wall, I held her hip in one hand and her opposite thigh with the other as we rubbed ourselves over each other while the kiss went on and on and on.
The longer I kissed her, the longer I wanted to stay exactly where I was, doing exactly what I was doing.
The heat building between us threatened to set the fly of my pants on fire.
Based on the moans and whimpers coming from the back of my lady’s throat, she was feeling the same urgency as I was.
All I wanted to do was get closer. Aside from the unfortunate barrier of our clothes, we were basically melded together, and it wasn’t enough.
My fingers slid up her thigh to where her dress had hiked to the crease of her hip.
Right as I slipped a finger beneath the elastic of her panties, an untimely and rather rude throat-clearing penetrated my lust-induced oblivion.
“Cash? Why are you getting busy in the hallway when there’s an open bathroom not two feet away?” I didn’t have to turn my head to see the smirk I heard in Dalton’s voice.
“Go away, Kicker. Can’t you see we’re having a private conversation here?” I growled out of the corner of my mouth.
“Nothing private in a frat house unless it’s behind a locked door,” he said with a laugh. “And maybe not even then.”
Amber eyes twinkled mischievously up at me from behind an electric-blue mask. “He’s not wrong,” she whispered.
“Well, since apparently you don’t need it, I’ll take advantage of this open bathroom.” His laughter rang in the hall for several seconds after he’d closed and locked the door.
I dropped my forehead to my hot mystery lady’s and groaned. “On the field, kickers have to be masters of timing. Apparently, in Dalton’s case, that skill doesn’t go beyond it.”
Puffing out a tiny sigh, she unhooked her thigh from where it rested over my hip and dropped her hands from around my neck, resting her palms on my chest. “You play football?”
“Yes.”
For a second her body stiffened before she lowered her eyes to where her hands smoothed back and forth over my jacket.
“For the Wildcats?” Something in her tone set off warning bells.
“I transferred onto the team in January.” Clearing my throat, I asked, “Don’t you like football players?”
She shrugged. “Football players are okay.”
I chuckled and bent my head to catch her eye. “Just okay?”
“They seem to have formed a habit of stealing away all my girls.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning my best friends are dating Wildcats, which means I have too much free time these days.”
She did not sound happy that.
I dropped my voice. “As I said earlier, I’m new in town. And very interested in making friends.”
“Is that what we were doing? Making friends?” Her saucy tone lit me up.
“From where I’m standing, we were well on our way to making excellent friends.”
She sidestepped me and straightened her dress right as Dalton exited the bathroom. “I’m not in the habit of making out with my friends. But this”—she waved a hand between us—“was fun. Enjoy the rest of the party.” Then, almost as an afterthought, she added, “Cash.”
She slipped her arm through Dalton’s, and he shot me a confused glance over his shoulder as she led him down the hallway toward the stairs.
Since my cock hadn’t figured out we weren’t going to play with the gorgeous stranger anymore, I was still as hard as a damn stone, which meant I had to take about ten deep, calming breaths and think about throwing go-routes to jack down.
By then, Little Miss Dangerous was long gone.