his barstool and offered it to her, then asked her if she wanted a drink.
I went from chill to heated on a dime. “Take it easy,” I said to Johnson, because no way in hell was I going to let him buy her the first drink. “I’ll get this round.”
I went up to the bar and ordered seven Dos Equis. Then I leaned there, taking deep breaths and hoping to catch back that zen feeling I’d had only a few moments before.
But then I caught sight of Bee in the mirror behind the bottles of liquor. She was chatting with Johnson and Andrews. She hopped off of the stool, and Andrews took her hand. I tamped down a hot stab of jealousy and took a long swig from my beer. Then I turned around and saw Andrews up behind Bee. She had a pool cue in her hands and he had his arms wrapped around her, trying to show her how to make the shot.
His hands were all over her, his cock practically nestled in the crack of her ass, no doubt on purpose.
Rage flowed through me, unchecked this time, as I tried to think of what to do.
Bee was smart. Surely, she’d realize right then what a sleaze he was. She’d tell him off, maybe even want to leave.
Leave with me .
But then I looked at her face. She was smiling.
I walked up to them with Bee’s beer in hand and gave my boys all a tight smile.
“Your beers are over there, guys.”
Sub-text: So go get them and get the hell away from her.
Andrews looked at me. He still had one hand planted firmly on Bee’s hip, and she didn’t even seem close to swatting it away.
“Bee told me you two are together. I didn’t realize it was like that.”
I took another swig of my beer, my eyes still locked on his hand, on her fucking waist, so comfortable there.
“That’s right,” I said coolly. I raised my gaze to meet Bee’s. “We’ve been seeing each other since the day we met. Although, if I recall, Bee, you were a lot less quick to smile that day.”
She shrugged. “Well, Cal, I seem to remember that I’d just fallen down a flight of stairs, and all you did was laugh at me.” She laid the pool cue on the side of the table and crossed her arms, the grin on her glossy lips never dimming.
Andrews and the other guys chorused an oooooh. Weber appeared beside me.
“Whoa, you did that, man? That’s cold.” He turned to Bee and laid a hand on his heart in promise. “I would never do that to you, shorty.”
Weber, the fucking guy who had my spot on the field since my injury. Now he was flirting with my girl?
I’d wanted to punch him a bunch of times before, but never so much as now. I clenched my fist and tried to talk myself down. Where was this white-hot anger coming from, anyway? These guys were my brothers, my team, and they were always ribbing me about shit and vice versa. I should’ve been able to take it.
Johnson said, “Yeah, what, is chivalry dead in the Samskevitch family?”
Andrews laughed. “He doesn’t need chivalry. The girls drop their panties for him regardless of how much of an asshole he’s being. Me, on the other hand?” He took Bee by the wrist and held her arm aloft to inspect her from head to toe. “I would never laugh at a beautiful woman like you.”
Bee blinked, then looked at me, that familiar blush slinking across her cheeks. My jaw clenched, but now my fury had swung toward Andrews. The rest of the guys were yanking my chain, but Andrews? That motherfucker would set the bro-code on fire for a chance to get in bed with Bee if he thought he had a shot.
Not fucking going to happen.
I took her by the arm Andrews had been holding and guided her toward me. “If you’ll excuse me, ladies,” I said to the guys. “My girlfriend and I need some alone time.”
No sooner had I pulled her away than she whispered, “Wow, is that true? Do girls drop their panties for you all the time even if you’re an asshole?”
Thanks, Andrews, you dickhead .
I exhaled slowly. “No. And what the fuck were you doing over there?”
She shrugged innocently. “I don’t
I went from chill to heated on a dime. “Take it easy,” I said to Johnson, because no way in hell was I going to let him buy her the first drink. “I’ll get this round.”
I went up to the bar and ordered seven Dos Equis. Then I leaned there, taking deep breaths and hoping to catch back that zen feeling I’d had only a few moments before.
But then I caught sight of Bee in the mirror behind the bottles of liquor. She was chatting with Johnson and Andrews. She hopped off of the stool, and Andrews took her hand. I tamped down a hot stab of jealousy and took a long swig from my beer. Then I turned around and saw Andrews up behind Bee. She had a pool cue in her hands and he had his arms wrapped around her, trying to show her how to make the shot.
His hands were all over her, his cock practically nestled in the crack of her ass, no doubt on purpose.
Rage flowed through me, unchecked this time, as I tried to think of what to do.
Bee was smart. Surely, she’d realize right then what a sleaze he was. She’d tell him off, maybe even want to leave.
Leave with me .
But then I looked at her face. She was smiling.
I walked up to them with Bee’s beer in hand and gave my boys all a tight smile.
“Your beers are over there, guys.”
Sub-text: So go get them and get the hell away from her.
Andrews looked at me. He still had one hand planted firmly on Bee’s hip, and she didn’t even seem close to swatting it away.
“Bee told me you two are together. I didn’t realize it was like that.”
I took another swig of my beer, my eyes still locked on his hand, on her fucking waist, so comfortable there.
“That’s right,” I said coolly. I raised my gaze to meet Bee’s. “We’ve been seeing each other since the day we met. Although, if I recall, Bee, you were a lot less quick to smile that day.”
She shrugged. “Well, Cal, I seem to remember that I’d just fallen down a flight of stairs, and all you did was laugh at me.” She laid the pool cue on the side of the table and crossed her arms, the grin on her glossy lips never dimming.
Andrews and the other guys chorused an oooooh. Weber appeared beside me.
“Whoa, you did that, man? That’s cold.” He turned to Bee and laid a hand on his heart in promise. “I would never do that to you, shorty.”
Weber, the fucking guy who had my spot on the field since my injury. Now he was flirting with my girl?
I’d wanted to punch him a bunch of times before, but never so much as now. I clenched my fist and tried to talk myself down. Where was this white-hot anger coming from, anyway? These guys were my brothers, my team, and they were always ribbing me about shit and vice versa. I should’ve been able to take it.
Johnson said, “Yeah, what, is chivalry dead in the Samskevitch family?”
Andrews laughed. “He doesn’t need chivalry. The girls drop their panties for him regardless of how much of an asshole he’s being. Me, on the other hand?” He took Bee by the wrist and held her arm aloft to inspect her from head to toe. “I would never laugh at a beautiful woman like you.”
Bee blinked, then looked at me, that familiar blush slinking across her cheeks. My jaw clenched, but now my fury had swung toward Andrews. The rest of the guys were yanking my chain, but Andrews? That motherfucker would set the bro-code on fire for a chance to get in bed with Bee if he thought he had a shot.
Not fucking going to happen.
I took her by the arm Andrews had been holding and guided her toward me. “If you’ll excuse me, ladies,” I said to the guys. “My girlfriend and I need some alone time.”
No sooner had I pulled her away than she whispered, “Wow, is that true? Do girls drop their panties for you all the time even if you’re an asshole?”
Thanks, Andrews, you dickhead .
I exhaled slowly. “No. And what the fuck were you doing over there?”
She shrugged innocently. “I don’t
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