She shrugs, nonchalant. “I hear he’s pretty big.” Taylor holds out her hands, as if she’s measuring Preston’s dick.
“Oh, my God. Stop it. And how would you know how big Preston is? It’s not like you’ve seen it.”
“I asked around for you. Figured we should get as much dirt on him as we can… in case you change your mind about him.”
I shake my head at her and sigh. “I can’t think of him like that. Ugh. He’s my dad’s favorite player. And his mom invited me to learn from her. I mean, how cool is that?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty awesome. Coach is like your spirit animal.”
“I know. She’s so incredible. I would kill to have a mom like Preston’s. Mine was a complete embarrassment to all women. A nasty home wrecking whore.”
She laughs, checking herself out in the mirror once more. “How do I look?”
I wink at her. “Hot.”
She flicks her dark hair over her shoulder and smiles.
Taylor hands me the bottle of vodka from the counter, and I gladly take my fair share.
“Everyone on campus is coming here to see the dance-off, when I don’t even know how to dance.”
Taylor snorts and takes the bottle from my hand, raising it to her lips. “You’ve got moves, Bex. They come out when you’re drunk. All you have to do is get on that bar, shake your ass, and push out your tits.”
I laugh. “I hate you.”
She blows me a kiss. “You love me.”
Preston, Tucker, Drake, Trent, and Jamie wait for us in the parking lot at The Sixth Floor. A group of girls, who I assume we are dancing with, crowd around them. I sift through them until I reach Preston. He stops talking to Drake, his eyes now fixed on me. His mouth falls open slightly as he takes in the sight of me.
I never wear clothes like this—at least not in public. Tight spandex shorts and tops are reserved for working out or practices. Never for weekends. And definitely not around guys like Preston.
“Damn, Bex.” Preston steps forward, his right hand falling to my waist. He closes the distance between us, the air between us thick with tension. He studies each of my curves, his gaze falling over every inch of my body. “You look… hot.”
I smile, and it’s not even the slightest bit forced. “Thanks, Parker. You’re not so bad yourself.”
Spending the day with Preston has lowered my walls. He’s not as much of an ass as I had thought.
“Shannon,” Jamie says to a girl with long blonde hair. “This is Bex.” He points to me. “And her friend, Taylor. They’re the girls I was telling you about.”
“Oh, hey.” Shannon strolls over to us. “You two are such lifesavers. We were ready to bail on the contest until Jamie told me you could fill in for our friends.”
“I don’t know how to dance,” I admit.
“Yes, you do.” Taylor smacks my arm. “Bex is being modest.”
“Okay, fine.” I hold up my hands. “But if we lose, don’t blame me.”
Taylor invades Shannon’s personal space, already acting as if they’re best friends. “So, what do you need us to do?”
“It’s nothing special. Just have fun. We have a few moves we were planning to do. But we don’t have to do anything choreographed. Move your hips to the beat and do whatever feels natural to you.”
Preston comes up from behind me, placing both of his big hands on my hips. My entire body hums from his energy. He dips his head down, until his lips are so close, his breath on my earlobe. He sways my hips, rocking me from side to side. “Nothing to it, Bex.”
Do that again.
I don’t want him to stop touching me, and now that he’s all over me, I know tonight is going to end me with me in his bed. I want him so bad my pussy clenches from the promise of his hands on me, his cock filling me up. I haven’t wanted a guy this much since Kellan. And that was a long time ago.
I look up at him, haunted by his beautiful blue eyes. “Easy for you to say. Maybe you should get up on the bar and shake your ass for money.”
He laughs. “For five hundred bucks, I would.”
“I think I need a drink,” I admit. “I had some vodka before we left the dorm, but it wasn’t enough for me to do this.”
His hands on my bare skin send shivers down my spine. A blaze of heat licks my stomach as his fingers graze my navel. Without my permission, a soft whimper escapes my lips. Is he doing this to get me to focus on him, instead of the dance competition? Well, it’s working.
“I’ll be right there… watching you. Look at me and no one else.”
“Okay.” I suck in a deep breath. “Let’s get this over with.”