Behind the Pitch, a novella: Seeking Serenity 1.5 Read Online Free PDF Page B

stood behind her, her round, perfect arse fitting like a glove against me, her hair brushing against my nose.
    But then, she got hacked off, walked away. Just a bit ago, I caught her gaze, but didn’t smile at her. The air became thick and I swore I could feel a heavy pulse travel between our glances. I loved the way she frowned, how she tried so completely to seem annoyed, fearsome. The look was vicious, as though she could kill me with the slightest lower of her eyelids. Her raspy voice from moments before came back to me. “I am most certainly not a girl.”
    Fuck me, didn’t I know it.
    The way she moved, the smooth sway of her hips, that voice ringing over and over in my head, I was utterly spent by her. Just watching her frown, those bright gray eyes boring across the crowd…it all made me impossibly hard.
    I moved to the railing, leaned over it hoping no one caught how tight my trousers had gotten. I couldn’t make my eyes leave her, couldn’t help but love her scowl, the heat coming from her. She turned, ignored me and yet I did nothing but watch her, like some sort of barmy creeper. She traded partners with her drunk blonde friend; moved her hips against one pouncy wanker after another and finally I had to move away, to get a breath, stop watching her.
    I was nearly to the loo and out of Autumn’s sight when a thin blonde from my Chemistry class grabbed onto my arm, tripped into me, likely pie-eyed, and I caught her in my arms.
    “Easy there,” I said, eager to push her groping hands off of me.
    She giggled and damn, I couldn’t make my eyes jump away from her chest. It was impossible to miss; likely very fake, but huge; and over the booze, this girl smelled good. Not nearly as good as Autumn, mind, but still quite nice.
    “Declan, right?” she said, brushing against me.
    I looked up, over her head and watched Autumn grind against some thick cretin. Fuck her. She didn’t want me, didn’t need me. I might as well have a bit of fun.
    “Yeah,” I said looking down at the too thin girl in my arms. Nothing much there, aside from the inflated tits; no curves, nothing much to hold on to, but her face was nice, pretty, and her lips were full.
    “I’m Heather. We take Miller’s CHEM 101 together.”
    I nodded, flippant, not very interested. But when the lights in the club lowered, and smoke wafted thick around the crowd, I caught this girl’s eyes, and knew instantly that she didn’t want me to release her. And I thought, okay, McShane, two can play at this game.
    “Dance with me, love.”
    Heather giggled, nodded quick and I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes. Calling American girls ‘love,’ does something to their libidos. Seems to have them panting and wet like you’ve just recited a fecking sonnet.
    She moved against me easily and I was surprised at how strong she was, how determined. Her hands were all over me, grabbing, pulling and I knew she wanted me to kiss her. Heather’s lips smooched up my neck, her long fingers gripped the hair at the back of my neck, but I held her off. I felt how eager she was when her tongue flicked out to taste my skin. It was laughable how obvious she was.
    But then I lifted my eyes up, straight to that gorgeous ginger across the floor, and noticed the way she watched me, knew she and her drunk friend were talking about me; both sets of eyes raking over my face, at how I held Heather close to my chest.
    I exchanged a look with Autumn. There was something angry in her eyes, maybe jealousy, and I laughed to myself at the mad, dithering moods this woman had. One minute she hated me, the next she’d snog me rotten—or so I wanted to believe.
    When Heather moaned, moving her thick lips up my jaw, I pushed her back, offered her a quick, placating smile. “Excuse me, love. I’ve got something to do.”
    I lied. I had zero bleeding pride.
    Autumn stumbled, clearly drunk, but I was there and just as her feet twisted again, I caught her around the waist, moved her to