“Who needs a drink? I certainly do,” Leslie said, leading them to the hotel bar. “I’m wrung out after that game.”
Jenna followed and they found a table. Leslie ordered a bottle of wine and soon they were drinking and laughing as if they’d known each other forever. A few of the other women came in and joined them, and suddenly another bottle of wine was ordered.
Jenna poured. They all drank. As a bartender, she knew how to monitor her own drinking, while making sure everyone else had a great time. And why not? They weren’t driving tonight, so she wanted all the women to have a great time. The guys would be showing up soon enough.
“You aren’t drinking.” Leslie narrowed her gaze.
Jenna held up her glass of wine. “Yes, I am.”
“Not as much as the rest of us.” Crista picked up the wine bottle and refilled Jenna’s glass.
“Not much of a wine drinker, actually.”
“Oh? And what do you drink?”
“Whiskey.”
Leslie snapped her fingers and the waitress, sensing a big tip, was right there.
“How do you want it?”
Jenna laughed and shook her head. “On the rocks is fine.”
“Bring this lady what she wants. Top shelf.”
Three whiskeys later, Jenna turned to Crista and Leslie. “I think you two are trying to get me drunk.”
“Of course we are,” Crista said. “You can’t stay sober while the rest of us are getting hammered.”
“I have a very high tolerance for alcohol. I run a bar, you know.”
Leslie pointed a finger at her and weaved back and forth in her chair. “Which has nothing to do with your ability to withstand the effects of alcohol.”
“True that. But I still have a high tolerance, while you’re both getting toasted.”
Crista looked at Leslie. “She’s so right. We’re drunk. I’m so ashamed.”
Leslie burst out laughing. The place was getting loud and Jenna couldn’t recall when she’d had more fun.
It got even more fun when all the players showed up.
Ty grinned when he saw her. He came over to her and pulled up a seat.
“Having fun?”
“They’re trying to get me drunk by feeding me shots of whiskey.”
He picked up the drink in front of her and downed it in one swallow. “Is it working?”
“Not really.”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “You are tough.”
“Told you.”
They sat and visited with the players and women for a while, rehashing the game. A few of the players and their wives and girlfriends decided to go to dinner.
“You want to go?” Ty asked.
Jenna shook her head. “I want to be alone with you. We can order room service.”
“Sounds good to me.” He stood and held out his hand for her.
They headed to the elevator. Once the doors closed, Jenna pressed Ty against the wall and rose up on her toes.
“You sure you’re not drunk?”
“Maybe a little.” She laid her hands on his chest, then wound them down his stomach. “Mmmm, hard here.”
“It’s about to get hard lower.”
“Is it?” She palmed his erection, sliding her hand back and forth.
“You’re going to make me walk to our room with a hard-on.”
She tilted her head back and smiled at him. “Yup.”
“You’re a mean woman, Jenna Riley.”
The elevator doors opened and Ty put Jenna in front of him, just in case someone was outside waiting to get on. She felt the ridge of his erection brushing against her butt.
She giggled.
“I’ll make you pay for this.” He gave her a gentle nudge out of the elevator and they walked the short distance to the room.
Once inside, he shut and locked the door, then pressed her against the wall, hitting the switch next to her, bathing the room in dim light.
“Now it’s my turn.”
He slid her jacket off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, then raised her arms over her head, pinning her wrists together. He roamed down her arms and across her breasts, lingering there for only a second, knowing she loved having her nipples touched. She arched against his hand, but he swept it lower, across her stomach, teasing her by dipping his fingers inside the waistband of her pants for only a few seconds before taking his fingers away.
“Ty.”
The room spun. She licked her lips, waiting for him to touch her again.
He looked down at her, his face slashed with harsh lines of determination, his eyes stormy pools of desire. She saw a hunger there that never failed to make her wet and needy.
She struggled against him, wanting to touch him, but he wouldn’t let her go. Instead, he leaned in and pressed his lips against her neck, dragging his tongue across her throat until he found that sensitive spot near her ear and licked her there.
He spread her legs, rocking his hard-on against her hip. She rode his thigh, her clit so sensitive she dropped her head against his chest and rubbed against him.
He tipped her chin with his fingers.