Page 10 of The Draft

I forced him to stop, and when he looked down at me annoyed, I said, “Mess? Sorry, talking to a few football players isn’t a mess. Some might even describe it as a good time.”

“A good time?” he mused in that angry tone he was so good at. “Discussing a threesome with them doesn’t sound like a good time.”

“To me it does. And besides, it would be a foursome because there were three of them and one of me.”

He didn’t bother responding, but I knew I was getting to him because his hand gripped my arm just a little tighter.

The bar was starting to take more interest in us, and Dash grumbled. “Fuck it,” he said before I had a chance to realize what he was doing.

Bending forward, and without asking, he pulled at my arm until it was past his neck and my side was touching his face. Then, with little effort, he hauled me over his shoulder.

“Dash! What are you doing?” I couldn’t hide the thrill in my voice. He was so ticked off that he was picking me up. My hair might have been close to dangling on the floor, but in this position, I got the perfect view of Dash’s toned ass. Oh, how I wanted to grab it.

“You’re taking too long, and I’m tired of waiting,” he said like this was a completely normal thing to do. He was acting deranged, and I was here for it.

“Put me down!” It was a command that I knew he wouldn’t follow through on—not that I’d want him to—but I needed it to at least look like I wasn’t happy about the predicament I found myself in.

“No.”

One of his arms was firmly wrapped around my legs as his hand gripped my thigh so tight, I hoped he’d just raise it the tiniest bit and slip it under my dress. He didn’t. That was just a fantasy I’d made up in my head.

Dash pushed the door open with his free hand and just as we slipped out of the bar, I’d managed to push my hair out of my face fast enough to see Adam, Devin and Aiden laughing at me.

Giving them a little wave, I felt the whoosh of the cold air rush up my skirt to the point that goosebumps traveled up my skin. The thrill I got from the sensation was embarrassing, but the way Dash was holding memade me feel like this might be the night to end all the mounting tension between us.

When the door automatically shut, Dash put me down and pushed me against the brick wall. Without warning, he placed his hands on either side of my head, encasing me in.

Breathing heavily, he stared me down. Our lips were inches apart, and in any other circumstance, I would assume that he was going to try to kiss me, but this was Dash we were talking about. There was a better chance of leprechauns popping out of my ass than him admitting he saw me as anything other than Cade’s little sister.

“You’re infuriating, you know that?” Dash dropped his head and laughed humorlessly. He was pissed, and now he was refusing to look at me.

So I made him because tonight was probably the only night I’d ever get the chance to shoot my shot. At the end of this year, I had no doubts that Cade and Dash would be leaving Covey early to join their team in Atlanta. This was potentially the only time I’d ever be alone with him again, and I wanted to make it count.

Resting my finger under Dash’s chin, I gave his day-old stubble a little scratch before pushing it up. Big, brown eyes bore into mine. There was something there hiding under that expression, and I needed to find out what it was. Smiling at him, I said, “So you dragged me out of there. We’re alone. What are you going to do now, Big Man?”

He visibly swallowed when I licked my bottom lip, tasting my cherry red lip gloss. How could I ever forget that Cherry Garcia was his favorite ice cream flavor?

Kiss me. Please, just kiss me.

I was repeating the same mantra in my head, hoping that would manifest it into existence, or that he could read my mind and oblige. Either option would do.

Dash’s lip curled, and he let out the smallest of groans. He was holding something back, but if I asked him what, he’d say it was constipation. I knew better. It wasn’t bowel issues. I could feel the vibrating energy between us whenever we were alone.

And right now, no one was watching.

The tension was palpable as his breath fanned across my collarbone. Iwas hot for him; he was hot for me. Why couldn’t we just admit it?

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, and I could think of so many things, but the main one being throwing me back over his shoulder, spanking my ass, and taking me to his dorm to show me the type of treatment bad girls get. But again, that was all fantasy, not reality. When I didn’t answer instantly, he said, “I’m taking you home.”

His hand dragged down my arm. I wanted to grab it and waffle my fingers with his, but I didn’t. I just let him wrap his hand around my bicep as he contemplated his next move.

Taking a deep breath, I was so ready for something to happen, but all my hopes were dashed when he dropped his hand.

“Come on.” He tipped his chin and started to walk away.

Nothing?

That was it.