Page 44 of Scoring Chances

Cassidy is dancing with Rina and Kesley and I watch as a tall guy with a baseball cap approaches her. He’s older. Probably in his thirties. And everything in me, stands at attention. I can’t focus on anything else.

He holds his hand out to her and she accepts it without a second thought.

Beach bunny over here puts her hands on her knees and tries to grind on me. I put my hands on her hips and hold her away. Because right now, all I see is a man dancing with Cassidy.

My Cassidy.

“Excuse me,” I say to the girl.

And she straightens up and throws her hands up,”Hey! What the fuck, man?”

I have tunnel vision. Nothing else around me exists except this asshole’s hands on my girl.

She’s not your girl.

He spins her and when she’s facing away from him, I grab her by the hips and pin her to me.

She looks at me flustered, “What are you doing?”

“Lesson number two,” I say, like I have some kind of plan. I glance back to the man whose now watching me. “Make him know what he’s missing.”

Her eyes widen and I spin her around so she’s facing away from me. The song changes to something a little more sensual and I welcome it.

I pull her closer to me and she leans into me. My hands trail up her body until one hands lands at her throat. I tug her to look up at me.

And when she does, I almost lose my shit. Her lips are parted. Cheeks red. Skin glistening. Chest heaving.

I want to kiss her so fucking bad. I lean in and trail my lips over the side of her neck and she lets out the softest of moans.

“Your boy’s watching. Should we give him a show?”

She swallows hard. I feel it against my hand still holding her throat.

I lick my lips and she turns to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“How about I give you a show instead?”

My eyes shoot up to meet hers. And a smirk pulls at the corner of those rosy lips.

“What?”

She drops her hands and pushes me away, turning and walking back up to the guy that was dancing with her.

He smiles as she walks up to him, stands on her tip toes, and pulls him by the neck, his lips touching hers.

He wraps his arms around her waist and leans into the kiss.

Her first kiss.

That fucker has no idea what he just did.

She breaks the kiss and turns to face me. Dancing on him like the girl was dancing on me earlier.

I’ll punch him. I’ll fucking sock him the first chance I get.

He didn’t even do anything.

He stole my kiss.