Spence’s gaze drags down my body and stalls right below my exposed belly button. Spence’s eyes darken.
He reaches for my arm and leans closer. “You’re going to pay for that later.”
I grin. “I fucking hope so.”
I kiss his cheek and he shakes his head. Then we finally sit down. Anthony immediately bumps my shoulder. “I'm really happy for you.”
The sincerity in his voice catches me off guard. “Thanks, bestie.”
Then I glance around the table. Anthony and Chance. My sisters. Jen. And…
“Jason. Deacon. Good to see you.”
I lean across the table to bump fists with both of them. Jason grins. Deacon gives his usual expressionless nod.
As I move to settle back into my chair, Spence's hand finds the back of my thigh, right below my right ass cheek, and squeezes. I drop down quickly—before I knock over glasses with my hardening dick.
Across from us, Jason suddenly stands. He’s wearing a black corset with no shirt underneath, his biceps bulging. Three rows of silver pearls hang on the front of it, and he’s wearing a cuff on his left wrist that covers half his arm. His tight black pants and silver pearl necklace complete the look. “Well,” he announcesgruffly, “I'm going to go flirt with that guy at table nine who's been eye-fucking me all night.”
He glances down at Deacon. “Is that okay with you, Mr. Bodyguard? Or are you going to have a shit-fit and throw me over your shoulder like a caveman?”
Deacon doesn't say a word. One side of his mouth curls upward. His jaw clenches.
Jason waits. Nothing.
“Whatever.” He tosses his napkin onto his chair. “This baseball ass is not going to waste tonight.” He leans down closer to Deacon’s ear and—loud enough for us all to hear— says, “And I’m wearing the purple ones tonight.”
Then he stalks away.
The second he's gone, Deacon closes his eyes. His jaw clenches tighter, and I’m pretty sure his eye twitched.
I lean toward Anthony. “What exactly is happening there?”
Anthony smirks. “After Jason came out publicly, we received some serious threats.”
I gulp.
“So, we assigned Deacon to personally oversee his security in Atlanta. Not that we had a choice. Jason wouldn’t accept anyone else.”
“Okay...”
Anthony's grin widens. “Jason has been shamelessly pursuing him ever since.”
Chance overhears and laughs. “That's putting it mildly.” He claps Deacon on the shoulder. “But Deek's a professional. He refuses to cross any lines while he's responsible for anyone’s safety. Besides, I don’t think Deek has sex.”
Deacon just grunts and Chance laughs.
“Jason's relentless,” Anthony adds.
From beside me, Spence looks up from his conversation with Jen. “Sounds familiar.” He gives me a pointed look.
I answer with a wolfish grin.
“What even is that?” Spence shakes his head. “Is it an athlete thing?”
Every athlete at the table answers simultaneously:
“Yes.”
