Sidelined (The QB Bad Boy and Me)

(38) "Cut it out!"

"Get out Drayton!" Spencer orders, barging into the hotel room, adorned in a tight white dress with a plunging neckline and a pair of pumps.

"Excuse me?" he chortles, not budging when Spencer attempts to heave him off the bed. I glance at the reflection in the full length mirror, watching the image backwards while they scuffle. "This is my room ya fûcking drip."

"Go see Grayson. It's time to separate!" she orders, slapping his shoulder repeatedly until he stands up and moves away from her swatting hand with a look of annoyance.

"God, you're annoying." He walks past and shoves her in the shoulder so that she falls on to the bed. His expression morphs from mild frustration to admiration as he shimmies up behind me in the mirror, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, his hands splaying out across the front of my stomach.

"You look beautiful," he murmurs, nuzzling the spot under my ear while he caresses the fabric of my black two-piece outfit. It's a cropped tank top and short skirt that I've paired with a strappy pair of heels.

His fingers collect the hair that curls down my front, pushing it behind my shoulders before his lips feather light kisses along my neck and shoulder. I watch his face in the mirror and my stomach turns to jelly at the lust and desire that I can see in his features.

"Um I'm right here!" Spencer scoffs from the bed, her brows pulled together and palm turned upwards as if to say 'duh'.

"Could you leave?" Drayton mumbles, his hot mouth still mercilessly teasing me with wet kisses.

"No!" she bites, standing up, no doubt to start physically assaulting him again. "You've probably already boinked like three times today. Get over it you nymphos."

"Actually, today's been pretty dry." He gives up the kisses and pulls me tight against him while I continue trying to coat my lashes with mascara, which is exceedingly difficult with a pair of masculine arms encircled around me, jostling my movements every few seconds. "So if you could come back later, that'd be nice."

"Dray," I warn with amusement. I playfully glare at him through the mirror when he shrugs and adopts an innocent expression. I know that if he gets his hour, he'll talk me into never leaving and I promised Spencer a girls night. "Go and see Grayson. I'll catch up with you later."

His defiant scowl and pouting lip are so childish that I find it cute. I turn around and tiptoe to press our lips together with a soft chaste kiss. It's enough to wind him up and leave him wanting more, but not so much that it's cruel to cut him off. "We'll continue that later." I laugh when he takes an exaggerated deep breath. "Go have a good guys night."

"Call me if you need me!" he mumbles with warning in his tone and visible concern in his eyes. "I'll see you later."

His hands cup either side of my face, completely encasing it in his large grip as he leans down and returns the brief kiss.

I watch his back muscles rippling with his movements while he walks towards the door, almost tempted to stop him from leaving and kicking Spencer out instead.

"Look after my girl, Spencer!" he calls over his shoulder after the doors been opened. Neither of us can see him but Spencer nods, rolling her eyes as if she'd never get me into any trouble. We both know that's a total lie. "Don't try and convince her to do something dumb with you!"

Spencer's volatile and lengthy rant is cut off when the door slams shut, Drayton obviously not wanting to listen to the prattling of my best friend. The dynamics between all of us are amusing to say the least.

Satisfied with how I've dolled myself up, I twirl in the mirror, casting a glance over the entire ensemble. It's cute and when Spencer joins me in the mirror, she throws her arm over my shoulder and strategically holds her phone up with one hand, taking a few snaps in different poses.