Chapter Twenty-Six #2
But I stop her with my lips. I lean in and bite the stick at her mouth, gently letting my lips graze hers without nipping them. She giggles against my lips, and I hear the ooh’s and ahh’s coming from the table.
I pull back to say something, but Amelia beats me to it. “What are we all, twelve?”
“No, not twelve,” Jase replies.
August claps me on the back. “You didn’t have moves like that when you were twelve, I’m guessing.”
I shake my head, “Those are inside thoughts, August.”
“He doesn’t know what those are. The man’s filter is clearly broken,” Hendrix says with a shake of her head.
“So, you and Amelia,” Mac says, leaning back in her stool.
She must be the mother hen of the group, I think to myself.
“Yeah, me and Amelia. Is that okay with you, Mac?” I ask her directly but respectfully. I want to make sure I stay on her good side.
“It sure is. As long as you treat her right,” she tells me. “Is your divorce finalized yet?”
I chuckle and nod. “Yeah, before I left I signed all of the necessary paperwork. I didn’t want to drag it out for her, or for me.”
“It’s all we need to hear,” Cassie says. “And Amelia seems to like you, so that’s good enough for us.”
“That’s it?” I say, looking around the table. “I expected more of a fight from you ladies because of how tight you all are.”
“Well, if you make our girl happy, then who are we to stand in Amelia’s way,” Cassie replies and I get ready to say something, but then she adds, “Just don’t fuck with her and we won’t fuck with you.”
The girls all laugh and Amelia places her arm around me and pulls me close. “Don’t worry, their bark is worse than their bite. I think.”
“I’m not so sure about that.” I turn to her and meet her shining brown eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
Amelia pulls me in and kisses me passionately. Like we did that night on the couch. Expect this time we are in front of all of her friends. Other Blaze staff are here too, since this is a hangout for the team. Looks like the word is out on our relationship.
“Damn, well it’s a good thing that I lifted that fraternization policy. Otherwise, there would be a whole scene here that I do not wish to repeat.”
I don’t bother to pull apart from her quite yet. She lets my tongue enter her mouth, and I begin to work it against mine, when I’m slapped on the back.
“Please, no live sex show. We love you and all but let’s keep this for your bedroom only,” Cassie says, giggling.
“Sorry,” Amelia says after she detaches herself from my lips. “Got a little carried away there.”
“Yeah, sorry guys.” I’m pretty sure that my face is same shade of pink as hers.
“Aren’t you two cute,” Hendrix teases us, making the blush even deeper on Amelia.
“So, who else did you have to bust? You mentioned not wanting to repeat the scene?” I ask August.
Laughter erupts around the table.
“Oh yeah, I had to bust most of the people at this table,” August says shaking his head. “I was about to change my name to the Pussy Patrol, as many times as I was catching my players messing around with someone they shouldn’t be.”
More laughter erupts as Mac and Cassie are nodding their heads.
“He busted Danny and me,” Mac says, grinning widely.
“Cassie and I were caught out at a sushi restaurant, wrecked what was a lovely dinner,” Jase says laughing. “Almost made me want to give up sushi.”
Cassie leans in and kisses his jaw. “Oh honey, you couldn’t give that up.” Her voice is so sultry and low.
“Well, I for one, am glad that I don’t have to deal with busting players for sleeping with staff,” August says, shaking his head.
“Now, if you two could please be the last because my father will be so pissed at me if I have to fill out more paperwork and send it to legal. He keeps reminding me that I am running a team, not a dating service.”
“We’ll all try to be on our best behavior,” Jase promises him.
“I should hope so. Excuse me for a moment,” August gets up and heads to the bar.
“Something we said?” Cassie says, looking around.
I shake my head laughing. “No, he’s at the bar and if I know August, it’s time for shots.”
“Oh god, are we really doing shots?” Jase asks, shaking his head.
“Oh, I think we are,” Hendrix says, looking at August, who is at the bar still ordering.
“Did someone say shots?” A voice from behind us says.
“Danny!” Mac squeals and runs into his arms. “I thought you were going to be later than this.”
“Well, I thought a good surprise was in order,” he tells her, giving her a kiss. “Plus, how could we not celebrate that goal.”
Amelia leans into me and whispers, “I’m so happy he’s here for her. She misses him so much when he’s gone.”
I lean over and kiss her forehead. “I can see that. I can’t imagine being separated from you like that.”
“Well, let’s hope that never happens.”
“Agreed.” I tell her.
August returns, holding a tray of shots. “Danny, my man, you are just in time for shots!”
“Oh boy! I was hoping.” Danny’s voice is thick with sarcasm.
August passes them out and says, “If everyone could please raise a glass to the players of the Blaze. You all mean so much to me on and off the field. I’m happy to call you all my friends and family. Cheers!”
We all yell, “Cheers!” and down the shots. As if on cue the music picks up into something that you can dance to.
“Did you do this?” Cassie asks August.
“I may have said we had something to celebrate!” he calls over the loud music.
“Well, then let’s celebrate!” Mac calls, leading everyone over to the dance floor.
I look to Amelia, “How do you want to do this? Should we go?”
“Oh hell no. You can hold onto me, can’t you?” She says wiggling her eyebrows at me.
“Oh, I like the sound of that.”
I guide Amelia over to the dance floor, making sure she has a clear path with her crutches.
She’s moving around on them pretty good, slow, but it’s to be expected.
She turns herself so that her back is too me.
I spend the next hour allowing her to dance all over me and grind her ass all over me.
And I have zero complaints. It’s a fun night of dancing.
Everyone has someone to dance with, except Hendrix and August, but they seem to make the best of it and dance alone.
Although, I don’t miss the way August’s eyes find Hendrix every once in a while.
When she’s sweaty and tired, Amelia turns to me and says, “Are you ready to take me home, football?”
“Oh, peach, I’m so ready to take this fine ass home.”