Face Offs & Cheap Shots (CU Hockey #2) - Eden Finley Page 0,31
overwhelmed for any other reaction.
“Why the fuck is that so hot?”
“Because it tells you I’m good with my hands.”
We’re both hard as hell, but Beck’s eyes have already taken on a glazed look that’s beyond addictive, so I force myself back. I’m not about to do something as dumb as blow him in an alley, but seeing the effect I’ve had on him has me feeling a bit smug.
“See you inside.”
“What? What about …” He gestures to his erection.
“Maybe it’s time you learned how to work for something.”
I leave him there and make my way to the front to get back into the bar. Thankfully, my dick cooperates because the ache fades by the time I’m back at the table. It takes Beck longer, and the smile I’m wearing when he finally returns feels so similar to the one he’s usually giving me, I can’t help but laugh.
“Finally!” Cohen calls when he catches sight of Beck. “We thought you ran off to get out of buying. Another round, Captain!”
“Not captain yet,” he grumbles, but he turns and heads for the bar.
Cohen slides in next to me and taps his knuckles on the table. “How you doing?”
I eye him. “Fine, why?”
“The whole captain thing.” His voice turns serious for a moment. “I know you really wanted it. Hell, I was all set to vote for you too.”
“I appreciate that, but fair’s fair, I guess.”
He hums.
“What?”
“Well, I mean, you didn’t have to send me those photos. The fact you did proves you deserve that C on your jersey this season, but come on. Are you seriously telling me you’re that ethical? You can’t stand Beck. You had the upper hand.”
It’s clear Cohen has no clue what he’s caught on to, but the questioning is a bit too close to what’s happening to be comfortable. “It’s the catamount statue. Word would’ve got around fast. You all would have found out eventually.”
“True …”
I’m not convinced he believes me, but Beck returns before I can push it. He sets out the drinks, and when he gets to me, he hands over a Coke.
“What the hell is this?”
He winks. “I’m doing the vamp a favor. No one likes a sloppy hookup, Topher.”
And that sets off the teasing again. Beck kicks back in his seat and watches it unfold, making it clear this is for leaving him high and dry.
I clench my jaw like I normally do when he starts his shit, but this time a smile slips out.
And I’m not sure who’s taken over my body, but when Beck reaches his legs across and presses his foot against mine, the teasing becomes easy to drown out.
Fuck you, I mouth.
The asshole blows me a kiss.
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Beck
Will this night ever end?
I wonder if I can leave my credit card details at the bar so the guys can keep drinking while I slip away and drag Jacobs with me.
Just as I’m contemplating enduring the hour-long lecture from my father for racking up a giant bill that he pays for, a group of girls enter the bar.
Six of us. Four of them.
Perfect numbers by my count.
“Dibs,” I call and make my way out of the booth.
I feel Jacobs’s gaze on me the whole way across the room where the girls sit at an empty booth.
One of them scoffs. “Not even two minutes here.”
She’s a pretty brunette with bright green eyes, but she does nothing for me tonight.
I put on my most charming smile. “Hi, ladies. So, listen. See those guys over there?” I point my thumb behind me. “Any of you willing to take pity on my single friends? I desperately want to go home, and they won’t let me.”
The blonde one leans back to look around me. “You guys are the Colchester hockey team.”
“We sure are.”
“We’re doing a summer program at University of Vermont.”
I try not to screw up my face. First because UVM is our enemy, and secondly, that sounds kind of … underage-y. “Aww, any one of you could live out your own star-crossed lovers fantasy. One from CU, one from UVM. Cute, no?”
“Ooh, the scowly one is cute. Who’s that?” the second blonde says.
I look over and smile because that one’s coming home with me. “Taken. Sorry. It’s the other four. What’ll you have to drink? My treat.”
They each want a cocktail. Of course.
I go to the bar and order for them and then head back to our table. “Get this … they’re interested in you four. Sorry, Jacobs. They think you’re butt ugly.”