by Toni Aleo
“I do. But I feel a little overdressed.”
“Nope, you’re perfect,” he says, kissing my cheek. He then tucks my llama head under his arm and laces our fingers together. “Come here.”
I walk with him to the scantily dressed girls who are sizing me up. “Amelia, this is Gwen, Melissa, and Ashley. They’re all girlfriends of my teammates. Gwen is my partner, Kurri’s, girl, and Melissa is with Vic, our winger. Ashley is with Joss, one of the other defensemen.”
Oh.
They smile sweetly as Chandler brings my hand up, kissing the back of it. “Guys, this is Amelia.”
Gwen gushes as she holds out her hands. “The Amelia? Wow, she’s prettier than you described.”
My cheeks fill with color as Ashley says, “He was legit just raving about you before you came in.”
“Like, the whole time, you were the only thing he would talk about,” Melissa adds, and I find myself grinning from ear to ear.
I glance up at him, and our eyes meet in a heated exchange. “He’s pretty great.”
“He is! We adore Chandler,” one of them says, but I’m too lost in his topaz gaze.
When he winks, I giggle as he turns to look at the ladies. “Excuse me, ladies. I gotta get my lady some wine. You want some, right?” he asks me, but I’m still caught on the “my lady” part.
Gruffly, I say, “I do.”
“I got you a red since I know you love red,” he says as he walks around the girls, snagging a bottle of red off the counter. He grabs a red plastic cup and pours some as he nods toward the cabinet. “Open that.”
“Here?” I ask, grabbing the handle, and he nods. When I open it, I find little baggies of candy. All red.
I raise my brows, and when I look back at him, he’s grinning. “You said you only like the red candy. I made Nico help me pick out enough to fill ten bags.”
“For real?” I ask, grabbing a bag of strawberry Runts. “For me?”
“Only you,” he says, kissing my cheek. “Happy Halloween.”
It’s honestly the sweetest thing a guy has ever done for me. Before he gets too far, I press my lips to his. And when his hand comes up, cupping my face, I lean into it. His other arm snakes around my waist, pulling me in close as my arms wrap around his neck and our kiss deepens. Even through my fluffy jumpsuit, I can feel the heat of his body, and it turns me on like no other. I press myself into him, but then he pulls away. We’re breathing hard as our eyes meet.
A grin tugs at his lips as he whispers, “I shouldn’t have worn this loincloth around you.”
I snicker as I shake my head. “Quit.”
“Everyone is about to get a show if you don’t stop looking at me like that.”
My face hurts from trying not to smile, so I stop. His eyes light up at the sight of my grin, and then he’s kissing me again. He nibbles on my bottom lip before pulling away once more. “For real. Stop,” he says, kissing my nose.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You exist,” he says then, giving me a side-eye, and my heart feels as if it’s gonna burst out of my chest. “Constant hard-on, and it hurts when you’re wearing a cup.”
I cock my head to the side. “You’re wearing a cup?”
“Yes! I can’t run around with my dick hanging out around here. I play on a team of idiots who like smacking each other’s junk. They’re insane.”
Laughter bubbles inside my throat as he hands me my cup of wine. “They smack your junk?”
“Yes. Weirdos. Nico is the main one,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Come on, I want to introduce you to everyone.”
He’s so excited, I can’t bear to tell him I don’t want to. I’d rather hang with just him, but when he laces his fingers through mine, I go with him. For the next hour, we move through the party as he introduces me to his teammates and friends. Everyone is so nice and friendly. He’s animated and funny, but the best part is how special I feel. First thing everyone says is “The Amelia?” I love the color that fills Chandler’s face as he nods, gazing down at me. He isn’t the least bit embarrassed—if anything, he’s proud.
I’m three glasses in when we’re finally done meeting everyone. I have a great buzz going on as I lean into the railing beside Chandler. “This is nice.”
“It is,” he answers, taking a long pull of his beer. “I’m glad you’re having a good time. I was nervous.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I thought you’d be weirded out that I talk about you.”
I shrug as I bite into my lip. “I’m not. I mean, I talk about you.”
“To who?”
“Shelli,” I answer with a bold tip of my chin. He laughs in response, and I sort of feel bad. “I’m not hiding you. I really don’t talk to anyone.”
“I know,” he says, his eyes lively. “I’m not upset.”
“Okay.” I take a sip of my wine and watch as the party goes on around us. People are laughing, dancing, and making out. “This reminds me of the college parties we’d go to.”
Chandler nods as he looks around. “Yeah, I guess so.” He glances back to me. “Though, back then, you called me Moon.”
I laugh softly. “I was a different girl then.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah,” I laugh, shaking my head. “I was carefree, having a great time. I was frisky and didn’t hide what I wanted.”
His lips quirk at the side of his mouth. “You were a bit wild.”
“Right? Man, I wanted to sleep with you so bad. Still do—”
He holds up his hand. “Wait, what?”
“What?”
“Can we go back to what you just said? The whole ‘still do’ part?”
I give him a dry look. “Focus.”
“Oh, I’m focused,” he says, turning his body toward mine. “And there is no way we can move past the part where you just said you still do.”
I feel my face burning, and I can’t believe I said that. Now I have to distract him with something else. “We can and we will ’cause I gotta tell you this—”
He doesn’t seem convinced. “You can try to change the subject and act like you didn’t say that all day, Justice, but you did. I heard it.”
I glare. “Can I talk?”
“Please.”
The smug look on his face drives me wild, but I won’t let it sidetrack me. I’m supposed to be distracting him from my impulsive choice of words. “You remember that party at the Bullies house, the night Sofia and Ryan hooked up for the first time?”
“Yup.”
I give him an incredulous look. “For real? You do?”
He nods. “You wore a skintight red dress that showed your whole back and these insanely high heels. Your hair was straight and down over your shoulders. You were stunning, and I remember wondering how I could get you to be mine.”
I’m breathless. “Stop.”
He shrugs. “What?”
“How do you remember that?”
His eyes are soft as they burn into mine. “It’s hard to forget the one who got away.”
Oh, my dear heart, we’re in so much trouble.
I swallow hard as I look away, my face burning while my heart pounds in my chest. “Okay, thank you for dropping that bomb on me.”
“No problem. Continue, please.”
I don’t even remember what I was talking about… Oh! “So, we’re making out, right?”
He nods. “Yup. Remember, keep everything G-rated. Cup really hurts my dick.”
I snort and, of course, look down at his loincloth. When he chuckles, I roll my eyes. “Anyway… We got interrupted, remember?”
“Yeah, someone was drunk or something.”
“Exactly, but I told Sofia we slept together.”
He arches his brows and purses his lips. “Well, since I’m not dead, I doubt she told Ryan.”
“She didn’t.”
“Why’d you tell her that?”
I shrug, not sure. “I was jealous of her. She was gorgeous an
d talented. I knew the only leg up I had on her was that I was experienced and she wasn’t. She didn’t get to have a life like I did. She was in the gym twenty-four seven. I liked that, in one thing, I was more experienced than her. Pathetic, I know.”
He laughs wryly. “A bit.”
I lean into him, chuckling softly. “More mistakes by a stupid kid.”
“Ah,” he says, shrugging. “Or, I think, subconsciously, you really wanted to sleep with me.”
I glance up at him. “You’re probably not wrong.”
As he waggles his brows at me with this sly grin on his face, laughter overcomes us both. I don’t know how he does it, but he keeps me laughing all the time. His laughs are rough as he shakes his head, but his eyes stay on me. As our amusement subsides, I take a sip of my wine while he takes a long pull of his beer. I feel like the air around us has changed. It’s thicker, and I’m unsure if it’s different because of what I said or what I’m feeling. Or both.
I haven’t wanted a man in a long time, but I want Chandler Moon.
“So, you want to sleep with me, huh?”
I sputter with laughter as I shake my head. “Still thinking about it? That was so ten minutes ago.”
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking about it.”
My cheeks are full of color, I know they are, but they hurt from smiling too. “Don’t make a huge deal of it.”
He scoffs. “How can I not?”
“It’s easy. Don’t.”
“But I want you. I’ve actually always wanted you.”
I look up at him then. It’s not that I didn’t think he wanted me—I mean, I’m not naïve. He kisses me like he wants to consume me, but hearing him say those words rattles me. I take in a deep breath, and our gazes stay locked. “You do?”
“Oh, fuck yeah, I do.”
My heart is trying to come out of my chest, and I’m sure I’m about to pass out. My pussy clenches as I stay trapped in his gaze. My nipples go tight and hard, while my skin burns. Already, I’m ready to go, and he hasn’t even touched me.
“Do you think it’s a good idea?”
His eyes darken as he leans in closer. “I think it’s a great idea. What do you think?”
“I think it can be dangerous.”
He shrugs. “Good thing I like living on the dangerous side.” I perk my brow at him, and he smiles. “Remember, I married a crazy person.”
“So, you’re not the best at picking lovers?”
He grins. “Or I just had to go through some shit ones before I got to the real deal.”
How does he do that? Make me feel like I’m this amazing, worthy person? Doesn’t he see my flaws? I swallow hard because, man, I want him. I’d love to just say yes, go for it, yet something is holding me back. But why? I’ve lived in complete hell for years. If I want to sleep with him, who am I to hold myself back? I already can’t resist him, so why keep trying?
Because I don’t want to get hurt.
Or hurt him.
He reaches out, cupping my cheek in his hand. “What are you thinking?”
I swallow hard as I lick my lips. What the hell. “It’s going to be hard to get me out of this jumpsuit.”
“I’ll manage.” He takes my hip in his hand, pressing me into him. He’s deliciously hard—oh wait, that’s the cup. Is he hard? Shit, I need to know. I think we’re gonna do this. “Good thing for you, this loincloth comes off pretty quick.”
“What about the cup?”
“That will take a second.” My lips curve, and his eyes darken as he drops his nose to mine. “Want to get out of here?”
“Isn’t this your party?”
“I don’t care.”
“No?”
“Nope. I only care about you.”
Oh boy…
Chapter Fifteen
Chandler
I slide my hand down Amelia’s arm, lacing our fingers together. The hesitation is all over her face. It isn’t that she doesn’t want me; I can see that she does. No, it’s the future and whatever that asshole Drew did to her. I’m about to make all that go away. Or at least try.
I bring her hand up to my mouth and kiss it softly. “Even in a llama outfit, you are the most beautiful woman here.”
She isn’t convinced. “You just want in my jumpsuit.”
“While that is on the agenda, I’m speaking the truth.”
“There are half-naked women here,” she throws at me, but I shake my head.
“But all I see, want, and need is you.”
She inhales sharply. “Okay, you can get in my jumpsuit.”
“Yes!” I cheer, and she giggles as I bring her in, catching her laughter with my mouth. She deepens the kiss, and everything goes completely hard. I wrap her arm and mine around her back, pulling her in closer. My cock hurts up against this cup, and I need to let it out. I want to take her to my room, but there is no way I can do what I want with all these people in here. We need to go to hers. Now. We need to go now.
I pull back and kiss the side of her mouth. Without moving, I whisper, “We’re going to your house.”
“I figured.”
“Yeah?”
“I can’t make you scream here,” she says, her eyes as dark as a night sky as she looks up at me.
“You’re gonna make me scream?”
She nods, moving her lips along mine. “Yup, my name. All night.”
“I like the sound of that.”
She nips at my bottom lip. “I do too.”
“And we’re out,” I announce, taking her hand and pulling her through the party.
“I gotta text Shelli. Or find her.”
I’m desperate to get her out of here, but I understand her concern for her cousin. “Text her.”
She does so quickly, and then we head out. We reach the beach and she laughs. “You’re going to walk to my house like that?”
“Yup, gotta go.”
“What about when you leave?”
I square my shoulders and puff out my chest. “I’ll proudly walk back to my house.”
She giggles as we walk along the beach, and everything inside me is on fire. When we reach her stairs, I pull her in front of me, taking her mouth with mine. I slide my hands down her back to her ass, squeezing it as our tongues play.
She pulls away, and her lips move against mine as she speaks, “You’re making me so hot.”
“Fucking hell, Amelia. You just looking at me makes me hot. I’m about to die, to be honest.”
She smiles against my lips as we start up the stairs. She loses her balance as she steps up, so I lift her into my arms, and her legs wrap around my waist. Our mouths join as I step up each stair, bracing my hand on the railing to make sure I don’t drop her. That would ruin the mood for sure. When we reach her porch, I press her into the sliding door as my hands glide up her thighs, to her ass, and then her back. Her fingers tangle in my hair as our kisses turn more and more demanding. I feel the heat between her legs burning against my stomach, and I’m pretty damn sure I’m not going to make it with this girl.
When Sadie barks, I groan against Amelia’s lips. I open the door and then lift Amelia up and over my shoulder as she cries out. “What are you doing?”
“I gotta keep you from Sadie, or she’ll make this difficult.”
Her laughter makes me even harder. Of course, Sadie is jumping around us, trying to get to Amelia as I shut the door behind me, locking it for good measure. “I love you, baby girl, but you gotta go lie down,” I say as I carry Amelia to the bedroom.
“We’ll be out soon, Sadie. Be a good girl,” she calls, and I scoff.
“Not anytime soon,” I say, and she giggles as the door shuts. I lock that one too. I don’t want any interruptions. That’s happened to us in the past, and it won’t this time. When I put her on her feet, she’s got the sweetest grin on her face and her eyes are basically lust-filled storm clouds. I shake my head as I wrap my arms around her waist.
“I’ve wanted this for a reall
y long time.”
She tips her head back as she gazes up at me. “If I’m honest, I have too.”
I lick my lips as I reach for the zipper of her jumpsuit. Her eyes burn into mine, and my heart damn near explodes in my chest. As I slide the zipper down, I press my head to hers, inhaling roughly as inches of her skin are exposed. When I hit the bottom of the zipper, I look into her eyes, and fuck, they’re so dark. I reach for the top of her suit and slowly pull it down. Her shoulders are bare, and soon I realize she isn’t wearing a bra. My mouth goes dry when I see her hard nipples and the curve of her beautiful breasts. I drop to my knees, kissing down her sternum as I go, and I am rewarded with a soft moan. I move my nose along the curve of her breast, inhaling her as I run my hands over her silky skin. I push the suit down her hips and find myself unable to breathe when I see her barely there black thong.
“You wore this to torture me,” I accuse, and she laughs.
“Nope. I had no clue you’d be seeing me like this. But can I say, I’m glad I picked it?”
I look up at her as I wink. “Me too.”
She takes my face in her hand, running her thumbs along my jaw. “You always say how beautiful I am, but Chandler, you’re… you’re… I don’t know, you take my breath away.”
Yup, my heart is in my throat. I turn my face, kissing her palm. “That’s been my plan all along.”
“To kill me?”
I wink, and she grins down at me as I return my mouth to her body. I trail kisses over her stomach before reaching for her thong. My mouth is completely dry as I pull it down too, exposing her glistening pussy. She’s bare, and I want nothing more than to suck that sweet pussy into my mouth. I dip my tongue inside her as her fingers tangle in my hair, a soft moan leaving her lips as I lift each foot, taking the suit completely off her. I kiss her pussy once more before I sit back on my haunches and slowly shake my head. I take in her beautiful naked body, and I swear, it’s better than any image I could have come up with.
“It’s absolutely unfair how perfect you are.”
She parts her lips, but I don’t give her time to say anything. I crash my mouth into her pussy, and when she cries out, I can barely handle it. I lift one of her legs over my shoulder and then the other, holding her up as her thighs squeeze my head. When I stand, she cries out, but I’ve got her.