His hot come trickled down my inner thigh as I panted in his arms. He was still holding me from behind as we took a second to catch our breath.
“That was incredible.”
Chapter 16
Griffin
“Hey bro, I need a favor,” I said right as Gavin answered the phone.
“Yeah, what’s up?” he said through a yawn.
“Are Myla and the rest of the gang going to the game tomorrow night?”
I could hear Myla in the background saying, “Of fucking course I am going to the game tomorrow.” Gavin chimed in, “You hear her? You’re on speaker by the way.”
“I figured. Do you think there is a way to get a few more tickets?”
Myla squealed. “We have a box. Bring whoever you want!”
“Here, just take the damn phone,” my brother grumbled.
“Thanks,” Myla said to him before turning her attention back to me. “Oh my God! Please tell me you met her and you’re bringing her to the game tomorrow.”
I could hear her excitement while her pitch kept getting higher and higher.
“I am.”
She squealed and I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “This is the best!” she screeched.
“Who all is going to be there?”
Myla started to rattle off the usual suspects. “Me, Jordan, Karla, Simon, Jessica, and Sean. Think that’s it. Is it just you and the girl?”
“Her name is Olive and I think it will be us plus her best friend, Shaw.”
“The more the merrier. I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Thanks Myla. See you tomorrow.”
Myla giggled a little as she said goodbyes for herself and Gavin.
* * *
Nervously, I paced around the box, waiting for Olive to text me to let me know she and Shaw were on their way up to the box.
“Damn, man. You’re sweating bullets,” Sean remarked as he handed me a beer.
“Yeah, this chick is doing a number on me,” I admitted. There was no sense in trying to hide it. Once she was in that room, everyone was going to see it right away.
Sean looked at the different liquors lining the small bar table for us to mix drinks with. “Babe! They have it.” He glanced over his shoulder as Jessica made her way over to her new husband.
“Thank goodness for Tito’s!” She hugged the bottle to her chest, caressing it.
Sean took the bottle from her. “Don’t make me jealous of the liquor, babe,” he teased, mixing her a vodka-soda-cranberry.
“This is so exciting.” Myla skipped over to me, locking her hand with mine.
“How’s little momma doing?” I felt like a dick for not asking her on the phone the day prior.
