Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(10)

Nope. She’s going to fall.

I shove my drink into TJ’s hand as I barrel past him, cutting around the inside of the table. Eleanor holds the bottle higher, dancing with her arms, just as Nate falters and lets go of her leg.

That’s when it happens. In a split second.

She falls backward, losing her grip on the bottle, dropping it as she tumbles, headed for the floor. People around lunge, but instinct takes over all three of us.

Nate stops some guy from trying to push me out of the way, TJ’s hands reach for the catch, and I make the play.

The entire sky is lit, fireworks detonating one right after another as Eleanor stares up at me, held like a bride in my arms. Caught.

“I got the bottle.” TJ smirks as all the sparks begin dying out.

“And I got the girl.”

Eleanor’s head falls back, her laugh filling my ears before she slips her hand down my chest, pats it, and shrugs.

“This is a helluva way to ask for my number. But okay.”

I look down as she bites her bottom lip, so I wink, shifting her around so her legs wrap around my waist, palms laid gently on my shoulders.

“Crew,” I offer, our eyes locked.

“Eleanor.”

My head tilts.

“Drink? Then your number?”

Her brows raise.

“Shots… then, maybe.”

The highlight of my Friday night slides down my body before looking up between the three of us, setting her eyes on me, then Nate, before landing on TJ as she grins.

“Come on, fellas. Let’s have some fun.”





“Shots. Shots. Shots.”

Eleanor and I reach out, grab our respective tequilas, and gulp them back before snatching up lime wedges and sucking the juice.

She licks her lips, staring back at me.

“You’re more fun than I gave your assumed six-pack credit. I thought football players were all healthy and shit.”

“Limes are a fruit.”

My tongue darts out, feeling a piece of lime left behind before I draw it into my mouth and smirk. Because she’s staring at my lips again.

Damn, she’s as bad as a dude.

We’ve been doing this all night—flirting, bantering, and flirting some more. Down to fuck has been volleying between us like we’re playing for the championship at Wimbledon. Except on my side of the court, there are three of us playing to win. Not that we’re gaining any points. This fucking girl’s been running game since she showed up, and my balls are firmly in her hand.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” tumbles out of my mouth as I stare down at her.

“Does it matter?” she teases, blinking up at me as she licks the salt rim of her glass. “Cuz I bet you already know where I’d like to end up.”

Her eyes tick between me and then over to the guys before she grins.

A long, drawn-out “Fuck” rumbles in my chest as I tip my head back to the ceiling, simultaneously reaching for her waist.

Our eyes meet again as I pull her flush to me.

“You’re a fucking wild card, you know that?”

Nate comes around behind her, twisting his hand around her hair before gently tugging her head back as he lifts a bottle with a pour spout attached.

“Shot, hot stuff?” he offers, his eyes connecting with mine for a moment before he smiles down at her.

Eleanor licks her lips before she leans further back and opens her mouth.

My fingers dig into her hips, keeping her pressed against me as my bottom lip draws between my teeth, then slides out slowly, my eyes never leaving her. Nate lifts the bottle and pours the liquid directly down her throat.

Goddamn, the dirty shit I’m going to do to you tonight.

The minute he’s done, she says, “Lime,” before swiping her fingers under her bottom lip. TJ holds it up, wiggling it between his fingers.

“Come and get it, sweet thang,” he drawls from beside her, but something about how she’s corralled us in around her makes me impatient.

Fuck flirting. I want her. Now.

The last thing I hear is “Oh damn” before I steal the lime, suck the juice, and seal my lips right over hers.

Nothing about Eleanor backs down or even fucking hesitates.

Her tongue dives inside my mouth as my palms cup her face. I’m hovering over her, the tips of my fingers touched by the dampness just underneath her hair from the balmy night.

Music bounds around us, and I can feel her chest rising and falling quickly because neither of us can get enough. We stumble as her fingers crawl up my back, the taste of tequila and lime bleeding between us, maybe making us drunker, but it really only serves to make me want to taste every fucking inch of her.

I suck her bottom lip between mine, letting it glide out before I dive back in, dipping my tongue inside her warm mouth again.

She moans. And my fucking dick twitches.

Goddamn, that was hot. More.

The last bit of sober me says to stop. To pull away and not fuck this chick in public. But drunk me is more fun and more convincing. So, I drop my arms, disconnecting hers from me before I wrap around her waist and lift her off the ground.

Her legs don’t wrap, but our mouths pick up the pace, and the gasp she lets out is eaten by our tongues swirling. Eleanor’s hands ghost over the back of my neck before she’s wrapped around it, hugging me close as we get sloppier and more desperate.