Page 48 of Scoring Chances
The bartender shakes his fist and yells at us not to come back around making trouble.
Kesley laughs. “We’re too old for this shit.”
“Agreed,” Rina says, still holding up Keelan.
“What was that for?” I say, turning to Joshua.
“He was dogging on Lando.”
I squint up at him. “Was that the only reason?”
He rubs his cheek where he took the hit. And looks down at me. “You and me both know that wasn’t the only reason, Princess.”
“Let’s get out of here,” Ryker says. “Fucking troublemakers. I can’t take you guys anywhere.”
The group laughs.
“Spoken like a true daddy, Balsy Bear. You’re ready for this baby,” Fergie says.
“Here,” Rina motions toward the barely standing Keelan. “I’ll call us a rideshare.”
“What? We can walk,” Zane says. “Ry and I got him.”
They flank Keelan and hoist him up. Both tall enough to pick him up so his feet aren’t dragging.
Rina shrugs. “Alright, let’s go. Thanks for the mess I have to clean up again, boys. At least we're not in Houston.”
She puts her phone away.
Joshua takes his place next to me. His hand brushing against my thigh as we walk silently following the others.
“There’s a jacuzzi back at the house,” he finally says. “I’m thinking of sitting in it for a bit when we get back.” He looks over at me. “You… wanna join?”
Every fiber of my being wants to say yes. But I think I can guess what would happen if I’m alone in a jacuzzi, half-naked with my boss.
I’ll be just another number. And I can’t have that.
“I’m tired,” I say, looking at him.
“Okay,” he says, trying to hard to hide his disappointment.
Almost everyone’s settled in for the night but I can’t sleep. I can hear some of the guys’ voices carrying from outside. They must’ve joined Joshua after I shut him down.
I press my fingers against my lips, remembering what if felt like to taste him. He was sweet and intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough of him. But I don’t trust myself alone with him. Not now that I know what it feels like to have him pressed against me.
That’s how the others felt, too.
I huff and roll over trying to bury myself deeper into the sheets. Maybe if I dig myself in far enough. I won’t actually be tempted to go looking for trouble.
A soft moan carries from the room next door. There’s a light thumping of a bed.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to tune out the sounds.
I’m not sure which couple claimed the room next to mine. But I know I’m screwed if I have to listen to them go at it like rabbits for two nights.
I can hear them whispering to each other through the wall. And I can only imagine what their saying.
Is she telling him what she wants? Is he telling her he’ll give it to her? Am I crazy to be eavesdropping on two humans having sex?