“Ow, fuck. Quit it.”
I whip him again. Closer.
Reed covers his dick with his hands. “Okay, okay. I’ll stay out of your business.”
“Good.” I chuck the towel into the bin.
“Told you.” Cam shakes his head.
Blake crows with laughter. “That’s going to leave a mark.”
Reed frowns as he rubs his ass, and then his thigh. “Seriously, you’re not going to tell us what’s up?”
“And that’s my cue. See you boys tomorrow.” In his uniform, Cam grabs his bag and, without a backward glance, exits the locker room and makes a left towards the parking lot. He and my sister are still in the honeymoon phase.
Bile rises in my throat thinking about that big bastard defiling my sister.
I shake my head clear and continue to ignore Reed, who is clearly waiting for me to braid his hair and tell him my secrets.
I don’t even know what the fuck is going on with me, so why in hell would I talk to him about it?
Stripping out of my uniform, I then wrap a towel around my waist and head for the showers. Blake follows and leans against the tile of the shower as I get cleaned up.
“So, what’s the deal? You coming out tonight or what?” Blake tosses a handful of sunflower seeds into his mouth. I like my spicy cinnamon gum; Blake chomps on his salty seeds. We all have our idiosyncrasies and rituals during games. I just think his tradition is more disgusting than wearing dirty old socks.
“Where are you guys going?” As much as I want to rush home and catch a glimpse of Savannah, I need to figure out my next steps. I can’t keep the water off in her apartment for another day without it being suspicious, so I’m back to square one.
“The Clubhouse. Chill night. Burgers and beers,” he answers.
For decades, The Clubhouse has been the Evaders’ unofficial team bar. The walls are covered with Evaders’ memorabilia. Ithas a 1950s vibe with red leather booths and a black-and-white checkered floor.
After early games, like tonight, the owners clear out the bar for the players to eat and drink without being swarmed by fans and cleat chasers. It’s strictly invite-only.
“I could go for a burger.”
Who knows? Maybe inspiration will strike me while I’m out with the guys.
Shaking my head at my teammates, I grab the mug of beer in front of me and take another sip. The cool liquid is refreshing and just what I needed after tonight’s win.
Inspiration on how to win over Savannah hasn’t come to me yet, but I’m having fun hanging out with the guys. Reed and Blake are regaling me, Lance, and Heath with the details of their night at Catch 22.
Apparently, they met some hot professional dancers, who were on tour with Callie Wright, but didn’t get their numbers. Now Reed’s a little butthurt about it. Idiot.
I chuckle to myself, knowing full well Cam could easily get that information. Callie is Cam’s sister-in-law.
“Dude, let it go. There will be new chicks next time.” Blake wiggles his brows at me and Lance. We are sitting across from him and Reed. “You know what I love the most about that place?”
“The floating glass dance floor?” Heath chuckles as he pulls out the chair beside me and sits down, having just arrived.
“No, you pervert. I don’t need to look up a chick’s dress without her permission. Ladies willingly let me do that.” Blake looks around the bar as if he’s trying to work out a math problem. “Where the hell did you come from anyway?”
Heath is a recent addition to the group. When Cam was sneaking around with Talia behind my back, he and Heath grew close at team dinners. I like Heath. He’s a little older. He’s got a wicked sense of humor and loves keeping the young bucks in line.
“Just got here. Had to pick up the wifey.” A server drops a beer in front of Heath, and he takes a sip.
The owners take such good care of us. I love it here. Our burgers and beers were on the table as soon as we sat down.
“Seriously? It’s supposed to be guys’ night,” Blake whines like a toddler as Heath’s wife appears at our table.
