“Baby Draper?” a chorus of male voices echo.
“Aw, Baby Draper!” Millie and Emily chime.
The noise in the background dies down, followed by the click of a door, and suddenly it’s silent, nothing but my mortification ringing in my ears before Happy’s low, knowing tone breaks through the embarrassment. “Baby Draper, you’re okay. It’s just me.”
Tugging the jersey down, I gawk at the screen, relieved to find Happy alone, in what appears to be a hotel room.
“There she is,” he says with that infectious grin.
“I cannot believe that just happened,” I groan, scrubbing a hand over my face.
“What’d I miss?” Happy laughs.
Unable to look at him, I whisper, “Trust me, you don’t wanna know.”
“Sorry, baby. I was in Mason’s room playingCall of Duty,and those four came in to see if we wanted to go grab a late dinner with them. Millie must have seen your name flash up on my screen.”
“Oh, she saw a whole lot more than my name on your screen…” I mutter.
Happy chortles. “Damn, now I’mreallybummed.”
“Sorry, I should have checked if you were free to…talk.” I glance up at the screen to find him getting comfortable on his bed.
“Well, I’m free now.”
“How are you so casual right now?” I gape at him incredulously. “You don’t care that all of our friends are probably sitting around right now talking about me FaceTiming you wearing your jersey while rubbing a dildo over my lips?”
“You were rubbing a what over yourwhat?” Happy is the incredulous one now, sitting bolt upright, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.
I deadpan.
“Screw those guys, Baby Draper.” He scoffs, waving a dismissing hand. “Where’s the dildo?”
And I can’t help but laugh because yes, my friends are going to harass me about this new development. In fact, I already have at least three text messages that have come through on my phone from Millie in the last fifty seconds. But the wine has a hold of me, and right now, she’s got me brazen.
“You’re alone?” I check.
Happy nods, his grin lingering. “Just me and the big guy.”
He turns the phone, and I see the five-person tent pitched in his sweatpants, an ache blooming between my thighs.
His beautiful face appears back on the screen as he says in a low, gruff, and demanding tone that lights a fire in my belly, “Now, go get your toy, Baby Draper…”
CHAPTER 24
HAPPY
Hannah’s cheeks are red. Bright red. Fuck she’s gorgeous.
“I threw it across the room when I came face-to-face with Millie and Emily,” she admits.
I feel bad that she’d been trying to FaceTime me and I missed her call. I hadn’t heard from her after the game, so I assumed she was asleep, given the time difference. But she wasn’t asleep. She’d been waiting to call me. And I fucking love that so much.
The fact that the guys now know that something is going on between me and Hannah… hell, they’re probably all talking about it right now down the hall in Mason’s room like the gossip queens they are, but it feels right. I’m glad they know.
I shift forward, reaching over behind me and tugging off my t-shirt in one move. “Well, you really should go and pick it up. The floor is no place for a dildo,” I chide her playfully, smiling at the way her gaze travels down to my chest.
Rolling her eyes, she flashes me a goading smile. “Hold, please.”
