Page 78 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

In the grand scheme of things, maybe it was a good thing Auston was such an asshole. It had allowed Chase to find something better—someone who actually saw and liked him for who he was.

“Sorry,” he blurted, interrupting the Alpha. “I think I’m gonna go home.”

The Alpha blinked.

Beside Chase, Sammy sat up straight from where he’d been cuddling up to the other guy. “What? You’re leaving? We just got here!”

That was just blatantly untrue. Chase shrugged.

“Nooo.” He turned to the two Alphas. “Sorry, it was nice meeting you, but I’m gonna get a drink of water for my friend.”

Sammy herded Chase away, obvious in his lie since they were leaving the bar behind.

Chase protested, “You didn’t have to do that. Go back, I’ll just—”

“No, dude, I wanna hang out with you. Seriously. I wasn’t gonna go home with that guy anyway. It’s just fun to flirt sometimes.”

“I can flirt with my daddy,” Chase grumbled.

Sammy halted them in place a few feet from their teammates, almost making Chase trip in the process. Sammy didn’t seem to care. “Your what?”

Chase scrunched up his face. “What?”

“Did you just say…” Sammy lowered his voice. “Daddy?”

It was a wonder Chase didn’t pass out, what with how every drop of blood rushed to his face. “I didn’t say that,” Chase replied quickly, but it was too late. The grin on Sammy’s face was malevolent.

“Oh. My. God.”

Chase tried to pull away, but Sammy just grabbed him again.

“No, no, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing or anything! Just…oh, my gosh. That suits you so much. I’m so jealous.”

Chase, who had been about to protest the first statement, snapped his mouth shut. “Jealous?”

“Uhm, yeah? That’s so cute that you call him Daddy. What does he call you?”

How did so many of his conversations with Sammy end up with Chase having revealed much more than he meant to, with no way to stop? “Uh…baby?”

Sammy tilted his head back and made a dolphin-like sound.

Chase looked at him in alarm. “What the hell was that?”

“I cannot believe you haven’t told me this before. Does he buy you things?”

Chase’s face must have done something because Sammy seemed delighted, eyes practically sparkling.

“Urgh, I love that for you.”

“Can we sit down? This conversation is over.”

“Meanie.” Sammy pouted but acquiesced, making space beside Noah, who was predictably surly like he always was when Sammy flirted with someone else.

“What,” Noah asked. “You guys strike out?”

Sammy snorted. “As if. Chase just wasn’t feeling it.”

That did not please Noah at all, his face darkening, mouth moving like he was muttering something to himself, incomprehensible under the music.