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“Trust me, I’m not drunk enough to forget you’re next to me.” His eyes burn into mine, leaving me feeling so raw and exposed. “I’ve probably forgotten a lot of shit in my life. But what we just did tonight? Burying my face between your thighs while you choked on my cock?” He shakes his head once. “Well, let’s just say that’s not going to be one of them.” He gives me a small, sly grin. “Come on, Little Bird. Rest.”
“You can’t tell me what to do,” I whisper, narrowing my eyes while fighting a smile. But with his sweet, lopsided grin…it’s hard to do.
It takes me a second to oblige. But when I do, lying close enough to smell his scent and feel his presence, I don’t think I’ve ever fallen asleep so fast in my life.
16
Hunter
Physically, sure, I’m here at practice while Coach has us run over the same play for what could be the twentieth time. I’m sweating my nuts off while last night’s Jameson seeps through my pores. Mentally…I’m on that yacht with my face buried between Sutton’s thighs as she rides my mouth like it’s her damn job.
And if it were her job…she’d deserve a bonus. Abig, fat bonus.
Not long after, we stumbled back to the master suite, and even though it took a little convincing on my part, we went to bed together. She started on the other side of the king-size bed, but ten minutes after she dozed off…she was nuzzled against me, wrapping her leg around mine. But when we woke up and the alcohol had worn off, it was a little fucking awkward between us. Ignoring the elephant in the room, both of us avoided what had happened just hours before—that I had blown my load down her throat just after I ate her until she came so hard that I thought her pussy might actually squeeze my tongue off. But, hell, if it had, at least it would have gone on to live a damn good life, stuck inside of the sweetest place I’d ever tasted.
We acted like it hadn’t happened. Even though we both know it sure as hell did.
I’m ready for it to happen again too.But it can’t. Or it shouldn’t. I’m in no position to jump back into anything with anyone.
“Thompson, are you here, or are you thinking about your mother’s fucking titty milk?” Coach screams. “Get your fucking head on this ice, or we’ll stay here all night. Don’t believe me? Then, keep fucking up and find out.”
“Sorry, Coach,” I say quickly, telling my brain to stop thinking about Sutton’s luscious asscheeks resting on my forehead while I drove my tongue inside of her sweet heat. That doesn’t help my daydreaming much, but when I look at Coach and see his face is beet red, I snap back to focus.
After running over the play a few more times, along with some conditioning drills, I’m relieved when Coach tells us to hit the showers and get out of his face. Like a jackass, I drank too much last night, and I’m in desperate need of a nap.
Heading into the locker room, Cade taps the back of my leg with his stick and cackles. “Late night, Hunter boy?”
“You could say that,” I mutter, pulling my jersey off and tossing it into my bag.
“What you need, my man, is three Motrin, one Tylenol, a Big Mac with a large fry. Oh, and an ice-cold Coca-Cola.”
I frown at him, narrowing my eyes. “I mean, I get the first two items. But the last three? Why the hell would I want that when I feel like dog shit?”
“I’m tellin’ ya, big dawg. McD’s is where it’s at when you’re hungover.” He laughs. “In high school, my local one knew my order by heart.”
“I’m not sure if I’d be bragging about that,” Watson chimes in. “Actually, I know I wouldn’t.”
“That’s because you’re a good little boy, Gentry.” Cade shrugs. “And that’s why I get more ass than you ever will.”
“Don’t count Gentry out,” I say, pointing to Watson. “He gets his fair share of women. And he does it without being a dick.”
“Gotta be a dick to give ’em the dick. Otherwise, they wanna sleep over and have breakfast.” Cade smirks. “Ladies love a bad boy. They love an asshole too.” Nodding his chin at me, he leans against his locker. “Go on and tell us what you were up to last night. I’m intrigued. Was a bit of a slow weekend for me.”
“Says the dude who had three girls on our couch when I got home,” Watson mutters. “Couldn’t be any more interesting than your night, Huff.”
“This is true. I don’t know why I said that,” Cade agrees. “But Thompson looks like ass wrapped in shit paper, tied with a piss-covered bow. Now, I knew you had some fundraiser thing, but I also know that no way did your parents stay on the boat last night too. So, I wanna know, did you have company?”
“Nope,” I grumble with the shake of my head. “Now, kindly piss off. I’m tired.”
I walk toward the shower, and Cade takes the shower next to mine.
“Be ready in ten, Thompson. We’re headed to Mickey D’s! Gonna fix you right up.”
I say nothing because, let’s face it, Cade Huff doesn’t take no for an answer. Besides, maybe hanging out with his loud ass will distract me from filthy thoughts of Sutton.
Yeah, right.
Sutton
