Chapter 66 Freya #2
But after a few drinks there, we moved on, hitting a number of the hottest clubs in town. It didn’t take long for bunnies and fans alike to learn of the team’s location, and things got crazier and crazier with each place we went.
We’re now in Club 52, and thankfully, in the VIP section, where it’s a little quieter.
My feet ache almost as much as my cheeks from smiling and laughing so much tonight, but just like the guys, I’m not quite ready for the night to end.
“Drinks,” Casey cries as she and Parker appear, Casey with a tray balanced precariously on one hand. She has had way too much alcohol tonight to be trusted with that.
I reach out quickly and take one of the cocktails before it lands on Casey’s head, and the others also grab a glass.
“Ugh, my brother is a pig,” Parker mutters, turning her back on the VIP dance floor. “I do not need to watch him play tonsil tennis with some bunny.”
“Pretty sure it’s only fair, seeing as he has to deal with you and Linc,” Cole points out as Linc follows them over with more beer for the guys.
“It’s not the same. We’re together. He’s just a manwhore.”
“He’s just having fun,” Monroe points out.
“Feel free to go join him,” Linc says. “She’s got hot friends. It’s one of their birthdays. Maybe you could make it extra special for her.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Parker barks. “Hot friends?”
Monroe glances over, but he doesn’t make a move.
“Yeah, they’re hot. Nowhere near as hot as you, though, babe.”
Parker scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Suuure.”
“Aw, come on, pretty girl. You know that you’re the only girl I ever see,” Linc continues, trying to get himself out of the hole he’s dug. He crowds her before ducking low and saying something only for her ears.
“Come on,” Cole says. “I want to dance with my girl.”
Tingles rush through me at being called that. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it.
I follow behind him and happily step into his body just a few feet away from where Rett is dry-humping a bunny.
Parker might be right; he is a bit of a manwhore, but as far as I know, he’s safe, and he’s enjoying himself. At least he’s open and honest about the way he lives his life.
Thoughts of what those around me are doing are quickly wiped away when Cole pinches my chin between his forefinger and thumb and tips my head back so he can look into my eyes.
His pupils are dark and hungry, and as I move against him, I understand why.
“Have I told you how much I loved having you watching me tonight?” he rasps.
“Once or twice,” I tease.
“What about how much I loved announcing that you’re my girl on live television?”
I pretend to think for a moment. “Umm…not sure you’ve mentioned it,” I tease. Truth is, he’s already told me more times than I can count.
We’ve also been informed by Hailee that the internet is flooded with congratulations. Is there a little part of me that’s smug because Rowan’s album dropped today, and now everyone is talking about us? Maybe. Just a teeny-weenie part. Mostly though, I’m just happy. Really damn happy.
“Well, just in case there is any confusion. I fucking loved it.”
A smile spreads across my lips, but it’s cut short when Cole ducks down to kiss me.
Instantly, I forget where I am, and I claw at his back, desperate to get closer, to celebrate his success just the two of us with nothing between us.
One song melds into another as our kiss continues, my body burning up from the inside out with need.
“We need to get out of here before we give the internet something to really talk about,” Cole rasps in my ear.
I giggle, my cheeks heating. “Okay,” I say, taking his hand and allowing him to lead me away.
As we make our way off the dance floor, I notice that Rett has gone, and predictably, so has the girl he was dancing with.
Kodie notices our departure from the other side of the bar and gives a little salute to Cole. The moment Casey spots us, she grins and smiles before mouthing for me to call her in the morning.
“Take the back exit,” Hailee tells us as we head toward the stairs to leave. “Door at the back. It’ll lead you down some stairs and right to the street. You can’t miss it.”
With my hand locked in Cole’s, we spin around and follow her instructions, more than happy not to get mobbed by fans as we attempt to get an Uber home.
As soon as the heavy door closes behind us, the thudding beat of the music lessens. My ears ring as we follow the emergency exit signs.
We’ve barely taken a few steps when a moan hits my ears. Without thinking, I turn around.
“Oh my god,” I gasp when I find Rett with the woman pinned against the wall, her dress hitched up around her waist and his pants around his ankles.
She is clueless, lost in the moment, but Rett hears us, and the second his eyes lock on mine, he smirks.
“Come on, we’ve got our own fun to have,” Cole says, dragging my attention back to him. “Enjoy the rest of your night, Donnelly,” he calls before we disappear, leaving them to do their thing.
The moment we emerge on the street, Cole takes Rett’s lead and backs me up against the wall.
“What I wouldn’t give to be inside you right now,” he groans in my ear.
My thighs clench at the thought of him taking me right here, right now. If it weren’t for the threat of someone taking a picture and posting it online for everyone to see, I might just do it.
Thankfully, a car pulls up, ensuring we can’t. We climb into the back, and no sooner has Cole confirmed our location than he pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him, and his lips return to mine.
By the time we get back to our apartment building, he’s brought me right to the edge over and over again. I have no doubt the driver knows exactly what’s happening in the back of his car but he doesn’t say anything, and as we get out, I watch Cole slip him an incredibly generous tip.
“Congratulations,” Melvin sings happily as we stumble into the foyer. “I watched the whole thing; you were incredible. And I’m so happy for you both. You make the sweetest couple.”
“Thank you, Melvin. We really appreciate it. And thank you for everything recently with the press.”
“It’s the least I can do. And don’t forget, I take payment in all kinds of baked goods,” he teases, winking at me.
“You’ve got it. Cupcakes tomorrow?”
“Music to my ears. Now, what are you doing standing here talking to me? Go and enjoy the rest of your night.” Melvin winks at Cole this time, and when we’re safely inside the elevator, I hide my glowing face in his chest.
“Tell me he did not just say that?” I mutter.
Cole just chuckles before continuing what he started inside the club.
By the time we get to the top floor, I’ve climbed him like a tree, and he has little choice but to carry me into the apartment.
Buddy and Charlie go crazy the second we open the door and step inside, and I can’t help smiling as their little feet clatter against the wooden floor.
Cole marches across the apartment and opens the balcony door so the boys can go out before he tells them they’re going to have to be patient and that we’ll be with them in a bit. Then, he marches us into the bedroom and kicks the door closed.
He places me on my feet and takes a step back, his eyes running down the length of me.
He shakes his head and drags his hand down his face, as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
“I never in a million years thought I’d end the season here,” he tells me. “Being top of the division is incredible, but it pales in comparison to what winning you feels like.”
“Cole,” I breathe, taking a step forward and placing my hands on his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath my palm.
“I mean it, Freya. You’re everything to me. Everything.”
I smile up at him.
“Every save. Every win…they all led me to you.”