“Or he’s daydreaming about all the things he wants to do to his roommate.” Maddy’s face splits into a grin. He leans forward and lifts his eyebrows. “How is it, rooming with Jed Stone Junior? Getting to see all that up close and personal. It must be torture.”
Yes, torture. Such terrible torture.
Maddy glances at Easton. “Been there, done that.”
Easton shifts, and even though I can’t see it, I knowwithout a doubt he just put his hand on Maddy’s thigh under the table.
“It’s the worst,” I say. Especially the orgasms. The horrible, horrible orgasms.
“I still can’t believe that,” East says. “I guess it makes sense since the skipper wants you two to find your rhythm, but the fact that you’re all hung up on him and then you get assigned as his roommate. I’m sorry, man.”
I shrug a shoulder and give them a lazy grin. “It’s no big deal. We just crash out after each game anyway.” After rushed hand jobs or a hasty frotting session. And let me tell you. I. Love. Frotting.
Shelby leans over and whispers something to Frankie, who’s sitting on her right. He glances at me over his glass of red wine, then looks back at Shelby and nods.
“What are you two conspiring about?” I ask.
“Your and Stone’s game has been impressive,” Shelby says, completely ignoring my question.
“It really has,” Paulie chimes in. “I still can’t believe one night of hanging out changed it that much. The chemistry you two have now is unreal.”
“Kind of reminds me of when you and I used to play.” East shoots Maddy a small smile.
Maddy’s expression melts into a complete sappy mess. “Miss playing with you, babe.”
“You two were best friends, though. You’ve known each other practically forever,” Frankie points out. He leans forward, attention back on me. “So, what could you and Stone have possibly done to get so in sync?”
Shelby plants her elbows on the table, shoulder leaning into Frankie’s. “Yeah. Whatdidyou two do on your little mandatory hangout?”
I do everything in my power to stay outwardly calm,but, um, what’s with the interrogation? Is it warm in here? I think it’s warm in here.
“We went to a bar,” I say and then take a gulp of my ice water. “Played some pool.” He fingered my ass until I orgasmed harder than I ever have in my entire life and then he came all over me. “You know. Typical night out.”
“A game of pool did it?” Paulie looks surprised, but he at least seems genuine. Unlike the other two instigators who clearly think they know something.
Nothing to see here.
“Yeah. We got to know each other pretty well during it.” Like Jed Stone Jr. actually knows how to smile. How to have fun. To joke.
“Where’d you guys go?” Shelby asks. It’s almost like she doesn’t believe me.
I open my mouth. Hesitate. It doesn’t give anything away that we went to a gay bar, right? That doesn’t somehow equate to us hooking up. “A bar.”
Frankie swirls his wine. His whiskey-brown eyes highlighted with a sweep of eyeliner bore into me. “So you said. Did this bar happen to have a name?”
Urgh. “Cox and Company.”
Maddy frowns. “You went to a gay bar? That’s an odd choice considering you’re”—he does air quotes—“straight.”
I chuckle. Stone’s thoughts exactly. “Stone was trying to scare me off. Wasn’t he surprised to find out I was completely at home there.”
The table falls silent.
My smile fades. “What?”
“Oh, Shaney-babe,” Frankie says, shaking his head with a knowing look.
I don’t like that look. I don’t like it at all.
