Chapter 11 #2
Jude doesn’t hesitate to shake him off. “Fuck no. I’m going to go to my room, call my daughter, and sleep. You guys should go to bed. We’re traveling tomorrow and have a game the next day in New York. We were slow as shit out there tonight. We can’t screw around and party like we’re twenty-two.”
He doesn’t even wait for them to reply, just heads off to his room.
I’m not even sure why they continue to push.
I’m not even sure if his reticence is from the scar on his mouth and chin from the accident that took his girlfriend and left him a single dad.
He’s comfortable existing inside of his grief.
I’m not sure at this point how we can ever pry him out of the clutches of it.
“Looks like it’s just the three of us,” Weston says, and I’m about to shrug him off too, then Sawyer steps up.
“Oh, is this a boys only celebration?” she asks.
I know Weston wants to chase pussy, because well, that’s all he ever really wants to do, but he can’t exactly tell the owner’s daughter she can’t come.
Besides, she is like family to all of us.
We watched her grow up since she was twelve, went to her high school graduation.
Now that she’s in her late twenties we’ve started to ease back on our big brotherly behavior toward her.
Sloane and Kendall come over arm in arm and stand next to Sawyer. Sloane looks everywhere, except at me.
Asher points at Sloane. “Is she even old enough to go out?”
“She’s twenty-one,” I say without thinking.
West and Asher turn to face me, mouths gaping open. I scowl at them in return. “She’s my fucking publicist. Do you think we’ve been working together and don’t know anything about her?”
That seems to satisfy them, but I can see Sawyer is looking at me a bit deeper.
“I’ll go if they go. I’ve got some business to discuss with Sloane anyway,” I add.
“Should we go up and change?” Kendall asks.
I realize that she’s the only one wearing more practical clothes, since she can’t exactly do her work in a dress.
“Go ahead and go change. We’ll grab a drink down here in the hotel bar and order a car. Just don’t take too long,” Sawyer says, taking charge.
West’s jaw tics, but otherwise he says nothing. Smart move.
“What did you need to speak to me about?” Sloane whispers as we move to the hotel bar.
“How you’re going to sneak out of your room later and come into mine,” I whisper back.
She gulps and looks past me at Sawyer. “I think she’s keeping an eye on me.”
“Well, fuck. She’s going to be a problem,” I grumble to myself.
Sloane licks her lip and seems to be steeling herself to ask me a question. “Whatever it is, I promise it won’t be as bad as whatever you’re working out in your head.”
“Did you and she ever—”
“Fuck?” I finish for her. Sloane gives a slight nod.
“No. Sawyer has always been kind of like a pesky kid sister to us. She was still in high school when we all started playing and hung around her dad’s office. We may have chased off a few of her first boyfriends, but none of us have ever crossed that line with her.”
A smirk curves up the side of Sloane’s mouth. “I was in kindergarten when you started playing, but that doesn’t seem to deter you.”
“You little brat. I think you want me to spank your plump ass,” I threaten.
Her cheeks redden, and I realize that is exactly what she wants.
“Hmmm,” I hum. “I can accommodate you, assuming I can get you to myself at some point without Sawyer ‘Cockblocker’ Devereaux getting in my way.”
She snorts. “Good luck with that. Kendall is her cousin and she still chose to room with me instead. Unless, does she not like her cousin?”
I pinch my nose, ashamed I didn’t see it first. “They’re close. Sawyer is only a few years older than her, but they used to have sleepovers once Kendall became a teenager. I’m honestly surprised she didn’t put you with Delaney.”
Maybe Sawyer has caught on to us already. Not sure how, but the woman is like a bloodhound for hookups.
I shrug. I’ll figure out a way around Sawyer, eventually. “Well, then tonight it looks like you’re going to get a chance to show me how well you can follow orders.”
Sloane’s breath hitches, and the flush travels down her chest. I think she’s finally starting to admit to herself that she thrives under her submission to me.
“What do you have in mind?” she asks, her breathing already choppy.
I lean down closer to her ear. She shudders when she feels my warm breath against the shell of it and the side of her neck. “I’m going to find a dark corner and fuck you in public. If you can’t stay quiet, someone is going to see how much my dirty girl likes being stuffed with my cock.”
I know she wants to protest. If for no other reason than so she can feel like she’s the same good girl she was before even though she is flushed from just the thought of being fucked in public. Before she can utter a syllable though, I turn and walk away.
I’m hard just thinking about fucking her in a place we can get caught. It’s really stupid, but now that the image is in my head, I can’t stop thinking about it. Suddenly, I’m not against going out tonight.