packed, thrumming with energy, music, and horny coeds. The lights were low, disguising the seediness of the place, but it still coiled in the air, whispering in your ear to let the sordidness and dirtiness take over. The night felt electrical, the heat adding to the sinful need.
A small pool/darts section was set up in the back, but some girls had turned the little space between there and the bar into a dance floor, jiggling their barely dressed figures around, trails of glistening sweat trickling down their forms.
“Two more doubles.” Kinsley leaned over the bar, her tank tightening around her breasts, her smile flirty as she spoke to the bartender.
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” He winked at her, causing a growl to flood my throat. His eyes snapped to me, his sexy grin vanishing, his demeanor stiffening so fast it almost made me laugh.
Yeah, that’s right, buddy. Off limits.
Feeling Kinsley stare, my attention jumped to her. Her lids narrowed, her arms crossed, an eyebrow lifted.
“What?” Except I knew what.
She tipped her head the opposite way. She was good at looking threatening, but damn if it didn’t make her look even hotter. Her legs were long and sculpted in those barely there shorts, her pert breasts snug in her backless black tank showing off the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her long, silky, dark hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail. The impulse to sweep one hand over the bare skin, while the other wrapped in her hair, tugging it hard, twitched my fingers.
“Thought I was free to screw the next douchebag until my heart’s desire?”
Another wave of possessiveness stiffened my spine as I tried to hide my response.
“Him?” I motioned at the guy grabbing the tequila bottle for our order. “That’s the one you choose?”
“Why do I have to choose one?” She tipped one shoulder, grinning cheekily, turning back to the bar. “This place is full of possible one-night stands.”
Extreme jealousy slinked up my back, curling around my shoulders, making me grit my teeth.
The bartender poured two more doubles and quickly moved to the next patron, not even giving Kins a second glance.
She frowned.
I smirked.
“Well, cheers to you throwing yourself off a bridge.” I held up the glass at her. “Next, we’ll try skydiving.”
I expected her to refute my challenge, but she grinned, holding up her cup to mine.
“Bring it.” She knocked it against my glass and downed hers, my gaze stroking over her mouth and down her throat.
I shook my head, looking away from her as I drank mine. The third double shot was starting to warm up my muscles, but Kinsley’s eyes were starting to gloss, her cheeks reddening, her smile huge, hips swinging sexually to the music, sending a tightness into my chest and my pants.
“Hey,” I yelled over at another bartender who had moved to our side. A pretty girl with a figure I usually gravitated toward smiled seductively the moment her eyes landed on me.
“What can I get you, sexy?” She sauntered up, leaning on the bar to hear me better.
“A bourbon.” The side of my mouth hitched.
“Anything else?” She eyed me intently. I was no stranger to women hitting on me, but I had been out of the game for a while.
“One for me as well.” Kinsley’s slim body slid over, worming slightly in front of me, the curve of her ass bumping into my dick.
Jesus.
Kinsley tipped her head slightly, staring at the girl. She wasn’t being catty, but you could still feel the challenge hanging between them.
What the hell?
Like the male bartender, the girl’s inviting smile dropped away, her gaze going between us before she nodded, turning to pour our order. She dropped the glasses on the bar and took the money without looking at me again.
A smug grin ghosted Kinsley’s face as she scooped up her drink and took a sip.
“Ah.” I chuckled. “Getting back at me?”
With her drink poised at her lips, something flicked over her face too fast for me to catch. Her head dipped. “Yep.” She took another drink, not meeting my eyes. “You cock-blocked me twice now. Only fair.”
“Is that right?” My voice went lower than I meant it to. Our bodies so close, my neck craned to peer down at her, the heat of her skin brushing against mine. Against my demands, warnings, and advisement, my dick reacted on its own, pushing painfully against my jeans. Not giving a shit about what was right or wrong. Probably made her more desirable.
Her gaze dropped for a moment, her throat