I’ve never understood why people think athletes are the unhinged ones. If they want to see people getting off their absolute fucking tits, go spend a night with doctors. They’re the worst. Probably because they shake hands with death every day.
‘Lennox! You coming?’ Scottie appears, keys jangling.
‘You’ve been drinking. Who’s driving?’
‘Mikey’s girl. Or I can drive back to Duncraig with you later? Polly said we’re off to The Drum Vault.’
‘Naw, mate.’ I take another swig. I’d rather pry off my toe nails one by one than dance to house remixes with a fake smile on my face tonight. ‘Head’s wrecked.’
‘We don’t have a game tomorrow, ya boring wee shite.’ His gaze tightens with suspicion. ‘Where’s the pool menace?’
‘She went home.’
‘Did you scare her off already?’
I run my tongue along my front teeth. ‘Shut up, Kerr.’
‘Awright. I like her.’ Scottie’s swaying slightly. ‘But that pool game? Damn, the state of that.’
I let out a low sound through my nose. That memory’s already got me fucked. How Theo decimated Scottie without breaking a sweat. Those blue eyes focussed, that little smile when she sank the black. Confident, deadly, and magnetic. That wasn’t the polite, buttoned-up planner who triple-checks the calendar and dodges compliments like they’re knives.
No, that was the version who fucks you up and walks away whistling.
And Jesus Christ, I wanted to follow.
Couldn’t stop staring at that arse – high and round, bent over. All I could think about was stepping in behind her. Hand on her hip, mouth at her neck. Tugging those tights down nice and slow while she lined up the shot like nothing was happening. Letting her sink the black with me balls-deep and biting back a groan. And?—
‘Weird though.’ Scottie interrupts me, and I’m glad.
I’m too old to run around parties with a hard-on.
‘What?’ I shoot back, a bit too harshly.
‘You, Lennox. Actually caring.’
‘I care about loads of things.’
‘Rugby. Gym. Video games. Your silly hair.’ He counts on his fingers. ‘Never women as far as I can tell. I mean, not in that way.’
I drain half the can. The sugar coats my teeth, but the drink does nothing to budge the weight behind my sternum. As if I’ve swallowed a bag of cement.
Theo.
Fucking hell.
I almost kissed her.
Those fucking lips.
They were right there. Her breath brushed my chin, body pressed to mine, tits crushed to my chest, soft and real and fucking lethal. She wanted it, and I knew she’d let me.
But then she jerked back as if I’d burned her and left me standing in the middle of that room with my heart pounding, my cock hard, and every last nerve tuned to her like she was still touching me.
‘Earth to Lennox!’
I blink. ‘What?’
‘I said we’re going to the club now. Last chance.’
