“What? Why?”
“Because I’m the reigning champ and I don’t care if you look good in small shorts, I will absolutely wreck you in a way that doesn’t involve my dick.”
“Thanks,” Logan said with a shake of his head and walked off. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Huh,” Isaac said, and I turned to see a thoughtful expression on his face. “Not in everyone, though...ah. Now I see.”
I frowned. “Are you talking to yourself? Do I need to leave you alone so you can have a good time?”
He snickered. “You’ve slept with that one, but you haven’t slept with Cade or Niles, or Luka, for that matter.”
“Luka doesn’t get laid, so why would I be the one sleeping with him?” I scoffed because Luka was another person who definitely threw my radar off.
“Oh, he’s getting laid. I’m not sure if it’s regularly or just recently, but he’s getting some action,” Isaac said, crossing his arms and looking me over. “And so are you. But you’re getting laid differently.”
“Uh, laid is laid.”
“No, it’s not. But now I have a reasonable chance of figuring out which people you’ve slept with, and which ones you haven’t.”
“Huh? How?”
“That ‘charm’ you mentioned? That only seems to come out with people who wouldn’t or haven’t slept with you,” he said with a chuckle. “But that one? He didn’t know how to deal with your blunt comments.”
“You’re, uh, not going to say that out loud around a bunch of people, right?” I asked, looking around the mostly empty room. The few people left were near the door and paying no attention.
“Afraid I’ll ruin your breeding stock?” he asked in amusement.
“No, I just,” I thought about it, then grimaced as I realized I should probably go with the truth. Isaac seemed like an alrightguy, so maybe telling the truth would be more effective at keeping his mouth shut than coming up with another excuse. “Some of the guys around here aren’t exactly...comfortable with people knowing they fuck around with me, or with any other guy for that matter. I want to get laid, but I’m not going to put them on blast when they’re trying to keep that shit quiet, you know?”
Isaac gave me a searching look before grunting. “A player with a conscience. Now there’s something you don’t see every day.”
“I’m not a…” I began and then scowled. “I’m not a player.”
“How do you figure?” Isaac asked, sounding more curious than doubtful.
“A player plays to play the game,” I said. “They’re willing to beg, borrow, steal, and lie to get what they want. I don’t lie.”
“Does that include your threat to suck Cade’s soul out through his dick and put it back in his ass?”
“That was definitely not a lie,” I said with a grin. “Again, if you want to call my bluff, be my guest.”
“It’s cute how you keep trying despite being repeatedly shot down,” he said with a laugh.
I huffed. “Look, I’m serious. I don’t lie to people, I don’t keep shit from them that they need to know.”
“And what do they need to know?”
“That I’m horny, they’re hot, I’ll fuck them good, and after that it’s up to them; they can keep coming back, come back once, or don’t come back at all. But it’s about getting laid for me, nothing serious. I don’t lead people on, I don’t pretend I like them like they’re going to be my boyfriend. I don’t promise more than I’m looking for, and if they get any wrong ideas? I stop sleeping with them because I’m not stupid and I know sleeping with someone who has feelings for you isn’t going to make them magically go away, it’ll do the opposite.”
“To be fair, I did say a player with a conscience.”
“That’s a slut. I’m a slut, not a player.”
Isaac tipped his head back and laughed, and I watched his Adam’s apple bounce. “Alright, then consider me corrected, but also chastised properly. I apologize. I shouldn’t have insinuated that you were an amoral person out to get laid at any cost. I will pay proper respect to your slut status from here on out.”
I grinned. “Thank you; that’s all I want.”
“You want a lot more than that,” he said with a knowing smirk, looking me up and down. Nothing on his face told me he was actively checking me out, but I still felt the familiar flutter of anticipation I always felt whenever I came across someone I suspected was attracted to me and was seriously considering if they wanted to do anything about it. “But I can forgive you for that; you’re a slave to your desires.”
