“Bullshit. You weren’t even at training,” he retorts, catching me by surprise.
“You’re checking up on me now?”
“Nah, man. Selina is back in town and she came with a group of her friends. The guys are heading out tonight to our usual spot. You need to haul your ass and be there.”
“Did Jessica see Selina?” I chuckle. Ethan’s laugh tells me all I need to know.
“Look man, someone needs to come and keep your chicks in line and it’s not gonna be me. Selina’s been asking about you, so...”
“Alright. I’ll be there.”
Selina Evans is the head cheerleader from a rival team. Equipped with smooth, long legs and curves for days, she is the epitome of a wet dream. But, even more than that, is the stench of trouble that lingers wherever she goes. It’s the only reason she’s here and because I’m not one to shy away from trouble, I slip into the shower and wash away all the sins I’ve committed in lieu of the one’s I am about to commit.
Bethany will not be the reason I go to bed with blue-balls tonight.
Chapter
Maverick
The subtle blue lights inside Slate Night Club cast an almost heavenly glow over Selina as she leans over the ping pong table, ready to return Ethan’s shot. Her shimmering, almost metallic, mini skirt clings desperately to her upper thigh, revealing much more than anyone should see for free. Her crop top falls just above the dimples in her back and as I get closer to her, I catch a waft of Chanel gently floating around her.
“You’re going to miss,” I whisper, coming up quietly behind her, startling her into obedience. She fails to return the shot and spins around to glare at me.
“Very funny Maverick,” she pouts before throwing her arms around my neck. “You kept me waiting. I don’t appreciate that.” She bites at my earlobe and I press her closer to me.
“I’m always worth the wait, darling,” I remind her, my tone already slick with desire.
Ethan clears his throat and I step away from Selina to greet him and Marco who appear to be standing guard over Selina’s friends.
“How about I get you lovely ladies a drink?” I offer, and they all blush in unison, throwing their heads back as they laugh at absolutely nothing.
One look at Marco is enough to see that he’s seething. It wouldn’t be the first time that I’ve taken his prospects to bed…at the same time.
It’s almost embarrassing how well women respond to me. Of course, it doesn’t hurt to be British outside of Britain where my native tongue literally drenches knickers. As for my actual tongue…
I can feel their eyes on me as I stride over to the bar. I glance back and they pull their eyes away, faking embarrassment as they giggle amongst themselves. As I watch them for a while longer, Bridgett’s words sting the back of my mind, souring my thoughts. It’s not that I like my women easy; it’s just that it’s way too easy for them to want me. Every one of them except Bethany, my subconscious taunts and I can already feel the bile rising in the back of my throat.
I’ve never been happier to watch a bartender pour a shot of bourbon. Before he’s managed to tap the glass on the counter, I pull it away from him and throw it back in one go. Now’s not when I’m about to make good decisions when it comes to drinking. Tonight, I just want to get drunk, turn girls on, piss guys off and figure out a way to forget the shit fest that’s about to become my life.
I collect a few rounds from the bartender – a rum and coke, vodka and Red Bull, some fruity girly shit - and head back over to the girls.
“Here we go,” I say, somehow managing to fix my smile back into place despite the sourness lingering in my mood.
I deposit the drinks onto the table and Marco gives a half-assed toast to the lovely ladies in the room while I slide into one of the worn-down leather couches to my right. It takes about three more shots for me to feel at least a little at ease.
Selina, noticing that I’ve separated from the group, ignores the empty spot beside me on the couch and slips onto my lap, pressing her tight ass firm against me. She wiggles a little, wanting to incite something she can barely handle. But for some reason – that I hope has more to do with the alcohol than anything else - it’s taking a little more effort on her part to get me aroused. She’s hot, yes. There’s no questioning that. But…tonight, my cock doesn’t feel like she’s hot enough.
Whatever. It’s not like I couldn’t get it up if I really fucking needed to.
“What have you been up to since my last visit?” Selina whispers, her fingers toying with my hair.
“Not much.” If you don’t consider getting hitched a big deal.
“Really?” She smirks, chewing her lower lip like it’s made of Wrigley’s. “A little birdie told me a dirty little secret about you today.”
There’s a moment of fractured silence in my chest but I keep a straight face.
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“Well,” she trails a finger along my nose as I run mine down her thigh. “I heard you won’t be playing for the state title game.”
“Did you, now?”
She nods.
“I heard you’re being deported.” She leans back and starts scanning my eyes like she thinks she can find the truth in them.
“Is this why you came to see me?” I smirk at her, relieved that this is all she heard and ready to pummel the little birdie who’s been running his mouth’s face in.
“I had to come see for myself if the mighty has really fallen.”
My jaw flexes and warning signals go off in my head. I should fuck her just for that comment. Remind her exactly who the mighty is. Because I’m not about to pull my cock out right here and right now, I settle for pinching her bottom. Not softly enough to arouse her, but also not rough enough to cause a bruise.
“Ouch!” she shrieks and swats my hand away.
“And what have you decided?” I ask, tilting my head and licking my lips to taunt her. The more she talks, the harder I’ll fuck her. Selina might think she’s on top right now, but just you wait until I move this little party to the bedroom. Or the bathroom. She’ll have no qualms about who’s on top then.
“I haven’t yet,” she whispers, and gnaws at her bottom lip again. She thinks its sexy. It might be, when some girls do it. But not her.
“Well if the mighty suddenly needed you, what would you do?” I ask and she laughs.
“I’d drive him to the airport.”
Bitch.
I hear Ethan clear his throat beside me before whispering my name. Thanks to him, Selina’s not walking away with her ego beneath her heels. I glance over at him and he motions to the door.
“Perfect timing,” I mumble as Jessica struts over to our group.
“I thought I’d find you here.” She makes a face at Selina who laughs before taking a sip of her cocktail.
“What’s your problem?” I ask her bluntly.
“This is why you couldn’t meet me today? This desperate-looking tramp?”
Selina tosses the cocktail up at Jessica and just like that the entire atmosphere changes. I hear a startled gasp from the booth next to ours and I roll my eyes as the drama unfolds. Cat fights have never been my thing, but right now, it’s just what Selina deserves, so I’m not going to be the one to get in the way. Selina might have made the first move, but if I were to bet money, I’d say Jessica could do a pretty fine job of knocking her out.