“I kicked blackjack’s ass!” Charlee lifts her arms in triumph. “We should celebrate!”
I steady her by the elbow as we step into the observation wheel. “Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?”She points to the bar in the center of the pod. “Celebrations call for cocktails!” She giggles. “I said cock. Cock, cock, cockity cock. Cockleshell. Cocksure. Oh, I know! Cock-a-doodle-doo!” She crows that last word, causing the people around us to snicker. Thank fuck we’re in the twenty-one and over pod.
I tuck a thick strand of hair behind her ear and smile when she leans her cheek into my palm. “That last drink really tipped you over the edge, huh?”
On our way to the Linq’s promenade, we stopped at one of those stands that offers yardstick beakers of slushy alcohol. Charlee sucked hers down like taking a hit from a beer bong. I slurped mine a little more slowly but finished it nonetheless. I’m a big guy so it takes a lot to get me drunk, but those fucking things are huge, and we had shots right before that, so I’m actually buzzing pretty hard right now. I’m pretty sure the gorgeous brunette currently rubbing up against me like a cat has crossed over into sloshed.
“Nah.” She strokes my arm like it’s the softest thing she’s ever felt. “I’m good. Your muscles are huge, Drew. How often do you work out?” She rests her head against my bicep. “Seriously, this thing is almost as big as my head. Look!”
I laugh as I tuck her into my chest. “I work out every day if I can. If I’m at the station, I only get an hour per day but if I’m at home, I’ll go to the gym for a couple of hours.”
She wraps her arms around my waist and tips her head back. “Everyday? That’s insane. Exercise blows. I mean, I do it, but only because I fucking love to eat, but I’m miserable the whole time.”
“I actually really enjoy it.” I shrug. “If you’re that miserable, maybe you just need a workout partner. You should come with me sometime.”
Her hands wander down to my ass. “I’d rather work off calories the naked way. If you feel the need to lift weights, you can totally bench press me.” She squeezes my ass and presses her tits into my stomach to emphasize her point.
I groan as I picture lifting her deliciously naked body, pressing my lips against her skin with each downward motion. Having a boner while trapped in a small space with twenty other people isn’t ideal so as much as I don’t want to, I step back.
“Let’s get you that cocktail, Drunkie McGhee.”