22. Rule #22 You Gotta Stick Up For Your Girl

Rule #22: You Gotta Stick Up For Your Girl

Daniel

" C ave golf?" Zoe sounded incredulous as we stood outside the mini-golf building.

" Glow in the dark cave golf," I corrected. I took her hand, sliding my fingers through hers. Her hand was so small in mine, but the warmth traveled through my body. I pulled her along with me. "Come on. It'll be fun."

"Says the werewolf who can see perfectly in the dark," she grumbled but didn't resist.

"I won't cheat," I promised. "I'll never cheat," I said. I thought she caught the double meaning in my words when she squeezed my hand.

"Don't go easy on me either," she replied. "I want to win fair and square."

"Love your confidence," I chuckled, kissing the top of her head.

The place wasn't very full. It was a lovely summer's night, and it seemed people were taking advantage of the weather to be outdoors. We got our golf clubs and glow in the dark balls, then started the course. It was dark inside, the walls lit with glow in the dark spray paint and decor. Each course was lit up with neon lights giving the whole place a dark but intimate feel. The next group of people were three holes ahead of us, so it felt like we were the only people in here. I took in Zoe's body as she examined the course. Her blue jeans hugged her hips and ass in the most delicious way. I couldn't wait to peel them off of her later. She wore a black cropped t-shirt, her smooth light brown skin peeking out and a leather jacket. I smiled at the combat boots. She was always prepared.

"Ladies first," I said, gesturing to her. She got it in four strokes. I got it in three.

"Stupid werewolf vision," she grumbled.

"Don't be a sore loser," I said, wrapping an arm around the skin of her waist, dropping a kiss on her shoulder. "We have nine more holes to go."

"There's a joke there waiting to happen, but I just can't get to it," Zoe said with a laugh.

"You mean the one where I get a hole in one in you?" I laughed.

"Yeah, except I have three holes," she shot back.

"Fuck," I swore and her laugh echoed around the cave.

She was fun and playful once she let her guard down. I'd never laughed with someone the way I did with her. Her eyes shone bright even in the darkness, but it's where she came to life. I loved that about her.

The second last hole was next and we were tied for score, but Zoe was competitive and determined to win. I positioned myself in front of her, reaching up to grip the edge of the smaller cave we found ourselves in, as she took aim. The hem of my t-shirt rose and she straightened, shooting me a very unimpressed look.

"Abs don't distract me, Daniel. Have you seen Lewis? I'm immune."

I chuckled, absentmindedly scratching my stomach just above my jeans. She talked a big game, but I could hear her heart beating erratically. She was trying to control herself .

"Go on then," I said. "Do your best."

"Ugh. Whatever," she said, going back to her stance. I didn't miss the way her jaw tightened and her hands gripped the club. She took aim, shot and it bounced off the wall, missing the little tunnel it was supposed to go through by a mile. It took her nine tries.

"My turn," I said cheerfully.

"So much for not cheating," she said.

"I thought you were immune?" I teased.

"Just get on with it!"

I finished in six tries.

Zoe stomped out of the cave, but not before I pulled her back, pushing her up against the wall. I trailed a finger along the length of her jaw and she shivered as I tilted her chin up to meet my gaze.

"Don't worry. Even if you lose here, I promise you'll win later."

I lowered my mouth to hers, Her soft lips molding to mine. She grabbed me by the back of the neck, pulling me down to her and when her tongue caressed mine, desire flooded my body. God, I would never get enough of her. I grabbed her thighs, lifting her as I pushed her against the wall, kissing her slowly, grinding my hips into her. I loved savoring the way she tasted. I loved the soft sounds she made, how she felt pressed up against me. She was everything and I was addicted to her.

The sounds of laughter echoed from behind us, and she broke the kiss. I leaned my forehead against hers, not wanting to let go just yet. She kissed me on the lips quickly before I set her down. Zoe threaded her fingers through mine and we walked out of the cave.

"Last hole," she said. "How much do I need to win?"

"Four less than me," I said.

"You go first," she said.

"Ladies first," I insisted.

"Take your English chivalry and shove it. Go first. "

I laughed, but I loved how feisty she was. "Okay, okay."

She lost and she was not happy about it.

I laughed as I flung my arm over her shoulder as we left the cave golf, pulling her closer to my side.

"I did not cheat," I said.

"I don't believe you," she grumbled.

"I'll make it up to you," I replied.

Half an hour later we strolled down Main Street, fingers entwined with ice creams in hand.

"This is a very PG date," she said as she licked her pistachio ice cream cone. A tortured groan left me.

"There's nothing PG about the way you're eating that ice cream," I replied, adjusting myself as we walked. The smirk she threw me was devastating.

"Zoe?" a voice called from behind us and her whole body froze.

"Ah, fuck," she swore under her breath before turning around.

"I thought that was you!" said a tall girl with short red hair. A guy with neatly brushed blond hair had his arm draped over her shoulder.

"Agatha. Marcus," she greeted.

My hackles immediately went up. I growled and their eyes darted to me.

"Really, Zoe? A werewolf? Could you sink any lower?" Agatha sneered.

I slipped my arm around Zoe's shoulder, pulling her close.

"An upgrade if you ask me," I said, giving them a once over. Agatha's face turned red as Marcus glared at me.

"First warlocks, now wolves. Do you have no respect for yourself?" Marcus said .

"Fuck off, Marcus. You're the one who kicked me out. What the fuck did you think would happen to me without a coven? Don't pretend to care."

I hated the way Marcus's eyes trailed down Zoe's body, even though he had clearly moved on.

"I see you're going for my sloppy seconds, Agatha. Just as a heads up, he can't tell when you're faking it. Although, you've probably figured that out by now."

Marcus charged forward and I stepped in front of Zoe. "Don't even fucking try it. Don't look at her. Don't touch her. Don't even think about her. You don't deserve to breathe the same fucking air as her."

"Still letting others fight your battles for you, Zo?" Marcus said, keeping his murderous glare on me.

"She doesn't need anyone to fight for her. You should know that. But she's too good to deal with trash. Now piss off."

Zoe squeezed my arm and stepped next to me. "Leave it, Dan." She turned to Agatha. "Once he gets what he wants from you, he'll kick you to the curb too. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"He never wanted you," the redhead spat. "He just used you to get to me."

Zoe burst out laughing. "Could you be less delusional please? Have fun with that. Now if you'll excuse me, my boyfriend's promised to fuck me six ways till Sunday. Wolves have great stamina. You should try it. Maybe you won't be such a stuck up bitch."

Zoe turned around, grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her. A dark, angry mood had wrapped itself around her, so I left her to her thoughts.

After a while I said, "Boyfriend, huh? Thought you didn't believe in labels? "

"Shut up," she said softly and my heart broke at the sadness in her tone. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in for a hug.

"Wanna head back to mine? Plus side, there are no housemates."

"I think I'd really like that," she replied.