JOSH
Why the hell had I fought Carlos on the bet? This online dating thing might have been his best idea yet. I was already on date three with Morgan, “a nice girl trying to find love in the city.”Ha! More like sex in the bathroom at Crocodile Rock than love.She was currently showing me just how interested she was. Her pierced tongue flicked across my left pec. Her teeth nipped at my nipple. Fuck, she was a tease. She reached into her vodka cranberry drink and stole out an ice cube, stuffing it in her mouth before she inched closer and dragged it up my neck, causing a wave of goosebumps to wash over me.
“You like that?” she murmured with ice still in her mouth.
Hell yeah, Mindy. Wait, was itMolly? Megan? Fuck, what was her name? My brain was stuttering each time she licked or nipped my skin. One last swipe and I finally remembered.
“Morgannn,” I groaned, gripping her hair and pulling her mouth up to mine. She tasted sweet, like her drink, until she suddenly pulled back and teetered on her heels. A glazed stare washed over her eyes. She hiccupped, followed by a loud belch.
Ah fuck.
She shoved me out of the way just before the contents ofher stomach emptied into the toilet. I held my breath, pressing up against the disgusting graffiti-filled stall divider, desperate not to think of what could be on it or I’d be right next to her. There was a splash. Gross. I was standing in either toilet water or piss.Why did I think this was hot at first?Right, I wasn’t in charge of the thinking part. My dick was.
As Morgan continued to wretch, I was faced with the ultimate dilemma of whether or not I should be the guy who held her hair and helped her out, or the one who bolted to save himself.
When Morgan finished throwing up, she groaned, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and flushed. I reached my hand down to help her into a sitting position on the closed lid.
“Sorry ’bout that.”
“Don’t mention it.” Seriously.Ever again.Morgan’s mascara was smudged under her eyes. I held out a piece of toilet paper. “Need anything?”
With a hiccup, she nodded. “Water.”
“Great idea.” I bolted out of the bathroom faster than I had gone in and went straight to the bartender.
Once I had the water, I stood outside the bathroom door for someone to come along and take it in to her. Unsurprisingly, a gaggle of women came by and nudged each other while ogling at me. No one had come right out to ask me if I was who they thought, but I caught the unsubtle eye of a brunette wobbling on high heels who winked before telling her friend, “I’d take him.”
I suppressed a chuckle and held out the bottle of water with a pleading pout. I probed, “Sorry, ladies, can one of you bring this in? The woman in the black top and mascara down her face wasn’t feeling great and asked for this…”
A young blonde swiped it from me and bit her cheek. “So nice of you.”
“Just trying to help.”And get away without having to go back in there.
I tipped my head and watched them go in with a few whispers about how hot I was, and so nice. My time with Morgan was done. Did I feel bad? No. I’d only met her two hours ago and for all she knew, I was JT37.
The club became too much and I needed to escape. The second I walked out the doors, the thumping music quieted and I instantly felt the calming shift. The air was thick with humidity from the earlier rain as I ducked into a waiting cab and went home alone.
The next morning, I was hoping my teammates wouldn’t bring up my hookup while changing in the locker room, but Jake shattered that dream.
“How was last night?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me before snapping off his towel and shoving on his underwear.
“You need to work on those tan lines. I can’t tell if your pants are still on or if that’s your natural color.” Jake flipped me off with the hand that wasn’t looping through his shirt. I chuckled when Kev slid beside me on the bench and slapped my leg.
“Ow, you fucker,” I said, rubbing what was sure to be a palm mark.
“Don’t be a baby. Spill it. Was Morgan looking for the good time she was alluding too or was she just a tease?”
I shook my head. “Not exactly.”
Jake raised both hands as if to say,What the fuck?
Replaying the night already had my stomach queasy. I didn’t do vomiting, being one of those sympathetic vomiters myself. I see it, hear it, or smell it, and that was it for me. How I held it together, was beyond me.
Kev flicked my nipple, making me flinch. It was still sensitivewhere Morgan’s incisor had nipped it a little too aggressively.
“Would you stop that!” I smacked his hand away.
“Testy.” Kev snickered. “Must have gone bad. What’s the matter?”
