it?"
The guy nodded. The girl laughed.
Dakota slapped the guy on the back and grabbed me. "Let's show them how it's done." He stepped close to me and grabbed my hips as I shook them and shimmied to the music with my arms over my head, laughing.
"Twerk it, baby, twerk it!" Dak's eyes shone.
I caught him staring at my bouncing breasts and felt a tingle all the way to my toes. "My eyes are up here."
"Want to call a foul on me? Take me to the penalty box?"
"Shut up and dance."
I loved dancing. But I was surprised how thrilling dancing with Dakota could be. He was smooth. And sexy to watch and touch. He could be tender. And funny. And totally brutal. He tantalized me with a touch here. A touch there. The whisper and heat of his breath against my neck. A whiff of his cologne. A brush of my breasts against his chest.
Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, one more song and I'd have to make out with him in the corner, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Enough dancing. Come on. Let's play ref again. Look! Over there. Party poopers. Teetotalers. We can't let that stand."
He pulled me toward a coven of slutty witches. "Ladies, you aren't drinking. Am I going to have to put you in the penalty box?"
One of the witches smiled at him through her green makeup. "I'd rather you make me a drink. Before I have to make you a toad. Be a shame to turn a hot guy into something repulsive."
"Overpowered and outranked." Dak grinned at her. "What can I get you ladies?"
I lost him as he played bartender. And let the girls flirt with him. And it looked like he was enjoying the attention. Too much. Green didn't go with my outfit. I wandered off to get something non-alcoholic to drink. I was parched. The guy called Logan sat in the corner next to a table with a bunch of two-liter bottles of pop. He was hot in a helmet and Viking skirt, no shirt, watching the partying. Too hot to be sitting alone. If Dakota was going to ditch me…hey, straight friend, right?
He might have scared the other girls away with his Heathcliff brooding. But not me. I shook my whistle at Logan. "Timeout's over, player. Off the bench. Back in the game with you."
He didn't move, just grinned.
"Are you going to make me blow this?" I shook my whistle and glanced at the heart of the party in the living room and back at him. Dakota was still entertaining the girls with his sparkling wit and referee antics. "Or are you going to get out there and party?"
Logan took a gulp of beer. "I'm an introvert. This is partying."
It was hard to hear and talk over the music. I had to yell. "Introvert?" I slid my gaze up him. "Really, Viking? Must be hell during marauding."
"I'm not a Viking. I'm…" He named a character from a video game. He shook his head and smiled sadly.
"Then get out there and kick some butt."
"And leave my post as guardian of the mixers?"
Figured. I couldn't tease him out of his mood and into full party participation. He really was heartbroken and unavailable. And adorable. Too bad. Too soon. Timing was everything.
Dakota blew his whistle. "Strike three!" He handed a guy a shot. "Drink up!" He moved to another guy who was hitting on a sexy nurse. "Ball four." He shoved them together. "Runner, take your base. See if you can get to second at least, dude."
Logan nodded toward Dakota. "What's up with you and your fellow ref?"
I shrugged. "We're friends."
"Looks like more to me. Why are you letting the other girls hit on him?"
I shrugged. "Long story." I didn't feel like explaining.
"Ah." He sounded sympathetic, like he understood my reluctance. He took another drink of beer. "You look thirsty. Can I get you something?"
"Wow! I've made it past the guardian." I winked at him. "Diet cola if you have it."
"You got it." He grabbed a two-liter bottle on the table next to him and a plastic cup and poured me one. "Nothing stronger? I can add a shot of rum. No extra charge."
I sighed and made a partial confession. "I don't drink. For
The guy nodded. The girl laughed.
Dakota slapped the guy on the back and grabbed me. "Let's show them how it's done." He stepped close to me and grabbed my hips as I shook them and shimmied to the music with my arms over my head, laughing.
"Twerk it, baby, twerk it!" Dak's eyes shone.
I caught him staring at my bouncing breasts and felt a tingle all the way to my toes. "My eyes are up here."
"Want to call a foul on me? Take me to the penalty box?"
"Shut up and dance."
I loved dancing. But I was surprised how thrilling dancing with Dakota could be. He was smooth. And sexy to watch and touch. He could be tender. And funny. And totally brutal. He tantalized me with a touch here. A touch there. The whisper and heat of his breath against my neck. A whiff of his cologne. A brush of my breasts against his chest.
Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, one more song and I'd have to make out with him in the corner, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Enough dancing. Come on. Let's play ref again. Look! Over there. Party poopers. Teetotalers. We can't let that stand."
He pulled me toward a coven of slutty witches. "Ladies, you aren't drinking. Am I going to have to put you in the penalty box?"
One of the witches smiled at him through her green makeup. "I'd rather you make me a drink. Before I have to make you a toad. Be a shame to turn a hot guy into something repulsive."
"Overpowered and outranked." Dak grinned at her. "What can I get you ladies?"
I lost him as he played bartender. And let the girls flirt with him. And it looked like he was enjoying the attention. Too much. Green didn't go with my outfit. I wandered off to get something non-alcoholic to drink. I was parched. The guy called Logan sat in the corner next to a table with a bunch of two-liter bottles of pop. He was hot in a helmet and Viking skirt, no shirt, watching the partying. Too hot to be sitting alone. If Dakota was going to ditch me…hey, straight friend, right?
He might have scared the other girls away with his Heathcliff brooding. But not me. I shook my whistle at Logan. "Timeout's over, player. Off the bench. Back in the game with you."
He didn't move, just grinned.
"Are you going to make me blow this?" I shook my whistle and glanced at the heart of the party in the living room and back at him. Dakota was still entertaining the girls with his sparkling wit and referee antics. "Or are you going to get out there and party?"
Logan took a gulp of beer. "I'm an introvert. This is partying."
It was hard to hear and talk over the music. I had to yell. "Introvert?" I slid my gaze up him. "Really, Viking? Must be hell during marauding."
"I'm not a Viking. I'm…" He named a character from a video game. He shook his head and smiled sadly.
"Then get out there and kick some butt."
"And leave my post as guardian of the mixers?"
Figured. I couldn't tease him out of his mood and into full party participation. He really was heartbroken and unavailable. And adorable. Too bad. Too soon. Timing was everything.
Dakota blew his whistle. "Strike three!" He handed a guy a shot. "Drink up!" He moved to another guy who was hitting on a sexy nurse. "Ball four." He shoved them together. "Runner, take your base. See if you can get to second at least, dude."
Logan nodded toward Dakota. "What's up with you and your fellow ref?"
I shrugged. "We're friends."
"Looks like more to me. Why are you letting the other girls hit on him?"
I shrugged. "Long story." I didn't feel like explaining.
"Ah." He sounded sympathetic, like he understood my reluctance. He took another drink of beer. "You look thirsty. Can I get you something?"
"Wow! I've made it past the guardian." I winked at him. "Diet cola if you have it."
"You got it." He grabbed a two-liter bottle on the table next to him and a plastic cup and poured me one. "Nothing stronger? I can add a shot of rum. No extra charge."
I sighed and made a partial confession. "I don't drink. For
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