Chapter 6
JEREMIAH
“Good grief, Williams. You just eye-fucked that girl so hard, I feel like I walked in on you on a porn set. I’m a little turned on right now.”
I smirked, watching the sway of the girl’s hips as she followed her friend inside before turning to Shawn. “If you walked in on me on a porn set, you’d be more than a little turned on. You’d be creaming your panties right about now.”
“Maybe if I walked in on you and that chick on the porn set,” Bart chimed in, scratching the stubble on his chin. “But it would all be for her, not for you.”
“Bullshit. I’m hot. And I think I would make an excellent porn star. I’ve got the goods.”
“If you have to say you’ve got the goods, you don’t got the goods,” Shawn retorted, a teasing smile on his face.
I laughingly flipped him off. “You know I’ve got the goods. You’ve seen me naked.”
Shawn pressed the heels on his hands to his eyes, letting out a pained groan. “Don’t remind me of that. The memory still makes me want to cut my eyes out with a blunt butter knife. It’d be less painful than living with the knowledge I have.”
Bart chuckled and patted Shawn’s shoulder. “The cost of sharing locker rooms, my friend. You should’ve gotten into e-sports with me. Everyone stays fully clothed behind the scenes.”
“Yeah.” Tanner stepped into the conversation as we began to walk into the club. “But girls who look like those two don’t wait outside your non-existent locker rooms.”
Bart started to object, but I narrowed my eyes and looked at Tanner. “You saw them? I thought you were playing nice with your number one fan.”
“I got eyes in the back of my head. You should know that by now. Oh, and a hotness radar. That girl was fine.”
“They were,” Shawn agreed. “Looks like Jer has dibs on the one though, and we’re not even inside yet.”
Tanner shook his head sadly. “There was another one? Damn, I didn’t see her. You shouldn’t narrow your options this early in the night though, Jer. You don’t know what’s waiting for you in there.”
I shrugged off their commentary when we entered the club. Conversation was near impossible anyway, with the music pounding so loudly I could feel the baseline in my blood.
It didn’t matter what my knuckle-headed friends had to say about it. I wanted that girl. A memory of my fantasy from that morning played in my head. She was the perfect candidate to make some of those conjured-up fantasies reality.
Besides, it wasn’t like I’d chosen my bride or anything. I wasn’t looking for anything long term, but I certainly wanted at least a dance with her. I could practically feel the way those shapely hips would move under my hands. Desperately wanted to feel those generous tits pressed into my chest.
Shawn might’ve been a little turned on from that exchange out there, but I had to work at keeping my dick from going hard as the fucking steel in the exposed rafters of the club from just the sight of her.
Thick brown hair, long enough to wrap around my fist or knot my hands into. Miles of pale, smooth skin covered the kinds of curves I literally dreamed about. By some twist of fantasy fate, she was even wearing a similar dress to what I’d imagined ripping off in my dream that morning.
“Belvedere with a twist?” Tanner asked, mercifully interrupting my dirty thoughts before my straining zipper lost the battle it was fighting against my dick.
I nodded. “Make it a double.”
Tanner ordered our round and slapped a couple of bills down on the bar counter. The thing was translucent, made from plastic. The whole place had a new-agey feel I didn’t love, but the music was good, and the people were pretty.
None more so than the girl from outside though. I stretched my neck, trying to see if I could find her. No such luck.
Bodies were packed tightly on the dance floor, and the line at the bar was at least four deep. She and her friend weren’t tall. with this many people, it would be hard to find them. But I knew she was in here. It was only a matter of time.
“Jeremiah Williams?” A voice cooed behind me. I could barely hear her above the music, but the hand on my arm confirmed there was a girl talking to me. “I’ve always wanted to meet you.”
I turned to her, a forced grin already on my face. “I’m honored. I’m sure I’ve always wanted to meet you too.”
Probably not. But I’d learned to deal with the attention of being recognized. Being a complete douchebag, though necessary sometimes, was something I avoided. It only spurred on arguments or posts on social media that perpetuated the briefest of exchanges.
Not worth it.
The woman who had approached me wasn’t bad-looking, but she seriously lacked the curves I wanted right now. She had nothing on the chick from outside.