Page 18 of Racing Heat (The Forbidden Heat #2)

Chapter Eighteen

~CASSIE~

Mac and I Uber over to the club, along with Amelia and Hendrix. It reminds me of the college days when Mac and I would Uber out to the bar and back so that we could enjoy ourselves and not have to worry about driving.

Mac told us all to wear our sequins, and most of us understood the assignment.

Except Hendrix—the woman isn’t wearing any at all.

Just a black fitted top and jeans. Mac is wearing something I’ve seen a few times in college—a tight pink sequin top with her black mini skirt.

I went with an old favorite—a flowy blue sequin top with a pair of silky black shorts.

“Amelia, you look gorgeous,” I tell her for the fifth time tonight.

She just flushes at the compliments we’ve been paying her since she showed up. Her long blonde hair is pin straight, and she’s wearing a silver sequin dress that makes her look like the sexiest disco ball I’ve ever seen.

“Should we make it a mission to get you laid tonight?” Mac asks, grinning in her direction.

We all squeal, and Amelia is vehemently shaking her head. “We are not playing that game. There will be no getting Amelia laid tonight. Got it? I just want to hang out with you guys.”

I laugh. “Well, only one of us has a boyfriend who will be there, so only one of us will be off in the corner sucking face.”

“We don’t do that,” Mac says.

“Sure, you don’t,” Hendrix says with a laugh.

“Where the hell are your sequins?” Mac turns to Hendrix, looking over her outfit. “You look super-hot, but I thought we were all going to be sparkly.”

“Listen, Cap, I know you wanted us to be in sequins, but I don’t do bling,” Hendrix replies. “So, this fitted black top is going to have to do. Okay?”

“Well, you do look hot,” I chime in. Everyone agrees.

“We should have pregamed like we used to in college,” Mac says as the Uber slows to a stop in front of the club Danny asked us to meet them at.

“I’m sure the guys will buy us plenty of drinks and we’ll be fine,” Hendrix says as she climbs out of the Uber.

“Ladies!” Danny calls.

Danny, Nick, August, and Jase are standing by the entrance waiting for us. Jase looks sexy in his black pants and polo shirt. I look him over closely and wonder if tonight will be the night I get to see what’s underneath all of that.

“You look lovely tonight, Cassie,” Jase whispers to me as I pass him.

I look up at him, into this chocolate-brown eyes, and smile. “You don’t look so bad yourself there, English,” I tease him.

He just laughs and shakes his head.

“But I have to ask, are you expecting a flood?”

He looks down at his pants. They stop just at his ankle. Danny’s pants are easily touching his shoes. August is in shorts and Nick has on fitted jeans, but they definitely touch his shoes.

“This is how the English and the stylish do it,” he tells me, winking. “Keep picking on me like that, and I might have to take back the comment I gave you on your outfit.”

“You wouldn’t do that. And even if you did, I know you’d by lying. I look hot tonight.”

“That you do.” He looks me over again before adding, “What would you do if I took ahold of that ponytail and used it to guide your head back or… in other directions?”

I can’t help but smile. “Well, that wasn’t a benefit I had thought of when I did my hair this evening.”

“What was on your mind?” he asks, stepping farther into my space.

“That it would help me stay cool while I was dancing,” I say lamely. I wish I was better at flirty talk the way he can be sometimes, but it just doesn’t come naturally for me.

He smirks. “Well, two birds, as they say.”

We make our way into the club. Amelia tugs my hand forward so that I’m walking with her, separating the two of us. I don’t see him again until we’re crowded around a table sipping on a mixed drink that August bought a pitcher of.

“What the fuck is in this?” Nick asks, wincing. If I had to guess, it’s the sweetness of the concoction, but I’m not complaining. I like a sweet drink.

“It’s the punch they had on special. It has fruit juices and rum. Mac and Hendrix practically creamed when the bartender said what was in it,” August tells him.

“Nice, man,” Jase says, shaking his head. “So, fucking classy.”

“Did you really expect anything else?” I ask him.

He turns to me and grins. “No, not really.”

“Hey, I’m the one who’s buying drinks tonight,” August says. “You all better be nice to me.”

“You know we love you, man,” Danny says, clapping him on the back. “Even if your taste in drinks is fruity.”

“Whatever. Booze is booze,” Nick relents.

“Come on, ladies, we should go dance!” Mac calls out.

“Hang on,” August tells us. “In order to help with the dancing, I’ve got some shots coming. Let’s do those, and then you can go dance your asses off.”

“Woo-hoo!” we all cheer when the servers show up with the eight shot glasses.

“What are these?” I ask August as he hands them out to everyone.

“Buttery nipples. I thought they would be fun.”

There are a few groans at what he chose but mostly cheers.

“Thank god it’s not tequila,” Jase says. “I think my head just stopped pounding from that night.”

August laughs and raises his glass above his head. “Everyone let’s all raise a toast to the awesome display of athleticism from these ladies. You were incredible and you brought home another Blaze win!” he shouts.

We all cheer and so do a few of the already drunk patrons.

I’m not even sure they know why they’re cheering, but I’ll take it.

The liquor goes down smoothly and reminds me of my college days.

The whole night feels a bit nostalgic; this is something Mac and I did quite a bit in our college days.

I look over at her and she’s grinning at me.

“I wonder what they’re up to right now,” I say to Mac.

Her eyes light up. She must be thinking the same thing that I am. “Probably getting ready for grad school.”

“Who?” Jase asks, looking between Mac and me.

“Our teammates who we always went out with in Portland.” I shrug sadly, staring at the table. I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing that I am right now.

“I miss them too.” She pulls me in for a side hug. “But I think we made a good home here.”

“Damn right you did,” Hendrix says, coming over to both of us. “Now before August tries to tell us some stories from his glory days or talk to us about the latest girl he wants to nail, I think we should go dance.”

“Let’s go. Lead the way, fearless goalie,” Amelia calls out.

“Gentlemen, we’re going to dance. I hope we’ll see you out there. Please drink accordingly,” Mac tells the table as we head onto the dance floor.

I pick up my punch cup and drain it.

“Careful, that’s basically all alcohol,” Jase says, coming over to me.

“I know. I need a bit of liquid courage in order to go out there and dance how Mac commands.”

He chuckles. “She loves to dance, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s great and she’s really good. But sometimes, in order for me to shake it, I need liquor.” I shrug and turn to see that the girls are already out there.

“Come on, Cas, get your ass out here,” Amelia calls. “It’s time to shake it.”

I don’t move for a second. I look back at Jase.

“Well, I better…” I say, gesturing toward the floor.

“Yes, you better. I look forward to watching you shake it,” he tells me with a wink.

I love the way he looks under these disco lights. The darkness of his outfit against the shiny lights makes him look almost dark and dangerous. I want to mount him right here.

“Cassie, now!” someone shouts.

“Go!” Jase grabs my shoulders and spins me in the direction of the floor.

Giving me the slightest push, he sends me out with my girls.

I look back and, of course, he winks. Those winks just might be the death of me.

I make a mental note to ask him about that later.

Is that like his signature move or something?

Once out on the floor, I’m dancing and having the best time. I’m not sure how long we’re out here, but it’s for at least six songs. I’m not sure how Mac and Amelia are handling themselves in heels, but they’re keeping up with Hendrix and me, who had the good sense to wear flats.

“Think the guys will join us?” Mac asks, looking longingly at Danny.

“I’m sure if you crooked your finger, Danny would come running,” Hendrix shouts over the music. “And August being August, he’d need to come out and join him, bringing the rest of them.”

“Let’s test that theory,” Mac calls back.

Turning toward Danny, she crooks her finger. His face lights up at her action, and I smile. I love the way he loves her. Mac totally deserves it. He says something to the guys and motions for them to follow him.

“You got your wish,” I tell her. “Here they all come.”

Mac squeals as Danny joins her on the floor. They begin dancing together. The rest of the guys just kind of stand around and bop and move. Nick is standing there awkwardly. Meanwhile, Jase slowly bops his head back and forth, trying to make it look like he’s in time with the beat.

“Not quite quick enough for this beat,” I say with a laugh.

Jase’s face flushes and he immediately looks away, studying the club. Its disco lights are spinning, reflecting off the hot pink and black walls. Jase isn’t comfortable out on the dance floor, but he’s out here and he’s trying.

Hendrix and Amelia come over and sandwich me. We being moving our hips together in a line. August starts cheering, of course drawing attention to us. Some of the other dancers on the floor cheer for us too. I pop it down low and bring it back up as Hendrix does the same move, followed by Amelia.

My eyes steal a glance in Jase’s direction as my hips sway to the beat, my hands on Amelia’s hips to keep me balanced. His brown eyes look hungry as he watches me move.

I leave the girls and walk over to him. “Dance with me,” I tell him when I reach him.

Nick pushes him toward me, like it’s the best idea he’s heard all day.

“I shouldn’t” is all he says. But I can tell by the way he’s biting his lip that his resolve is going to break.

I lean in and whisper in his ear. “Come on. Perfect place and perfect way to touch me without anyone thinking anything of it. Have some fun with me, Jase.”

“If I touch you, I’m not going to want to stop,” he whispers back.

“Well, you see, that’s kind of the point.” I grab his hand and pull him closer. “We’re doing this.”

He just nods and lets me lead him to the group, and we slowly start swaying our hips.

I take both of his hands and raise our arms up so that they’re above us.

Moving slowly, I being grinding against him, keeping his hands above our heads so that I’m the only one who’s doing the touching.

I can tell it’s driving him crazy. He bites down on his lip and tries to pull my hands down on more than on occasion.

“Give me my hands back,” he growls in my ear once he’s able to get his face closer to mine.

“Why?” I ask him, feigning innocence.

“I want to touch you now,” he says.

I bat my eyes. “Fine, if you must.”

“Oh, I must,” he says, looking around. All of our friends are busy dancing and having fun. No one should notice.

He places his hands on my hips, and we grind together for a few moments before his hands start exploring.

He runs them up my sides and then brings them back down to rest on my ass.

I jut my hips forward so that I’m brushing up against him.

My eyes snap to his and they’ve gone molten chocolate.

Turning my back to him, I practically place my ass into his hands and begin grinding against him.

I brush my hand along his face and down to his chest. I repeat the action a few times before my body is pressed hard against him.

Jase places his lips on my shoulder. I’m so happy that I chose to wear a tank top.

The way he gently nips on my shoulder and moves to my neck sets my body on fire.

I move to look him in the eye, but he captures my mouth in his.

It’s like the kiss we shared the other day, although this one has more heat and fire to it, which I didn’t think was possible.

I just want him to touch me, everywhere and anywhere. I can’t get enough of Jase. By the way he’s reaching and grabbing at my body, I think he feels the same way.

“We’ve got to get you out of here. They can’t see me like this with you,” he whispers in my ear.

“What do you mean?” I rasp out.

“I’m so bloody hungry for you right now, I can’t contain myself.”