Game Saver - BJ Harvey Page 0,3
my favorite pastimes is to rile the Roberts’ sisters up by asking them about his former life as a stripper.
On a circular black leather couch sits Mac’s husband, Daniel, Dani’s boyfriend, Zach, Kate’s husband—and Dani, Mia, and Zoe’s brother—Zander, Zoe’s husband, Noah, his brother, Matt, and his best friend, Jase. Rounding out the group is Cade and a blond-haired guy who I haven’t seen before but who’s obviously friends with them.
It took me forever to remember who they all were and how they were all connected to each other when Dani first moved into my apartment. Now, it’s easy . . . except for who’s slept with who. I tried drawing a diagram once, and there were so many lines overlapping that I gave up.
“Do I even want to know what you’re thinking, Abi?” Zoe asks, snapping me out of my imaginings of the nine guys gyrating their hips to “Sex Bomb” by Tom Jones with us girls throwing dollar bills at them.
I jerk my head towards her. “What? You do all know you hit the hot guy jackpot with that lot,” I say, tilting my head towards our audience above.
All the women look up and then laugh. I follow, my gaze locking with Cade’s again and just like before, I feel as if I’m coming out of my skin. One fucking look and he has me squirming in my seat. It might be the alcohol coursing through my veins or just desperation but whatever it is has me fighting to run and jump him.
I remember how good it was with him and am more than aware of how long it’s been since I’ve had sex with anyone other than my hand and toys. The promise—no guarantee—of everything I know his talented mouth, hands, and cock can give me is almost too much to bear. But considering it was a one-time thing ten months ago and he’s never shown any intention of calling by for a repeat, I have to deal with it and move on.
I’m just horny and a little buzzed—that must be it.
“I need another drink,” I mutter, slipping off my stool.
“You alright, Abs?” Dani asks.
“Yeah, just need to re-hydrate.” I can’t tell her that Cade just undressed me with his eyes and drew every single breath of air out of me with that one look.
It was just my luck that the best sex of my life—albeit only one night—would come from a man I met at a bar who happened to be friends with everyone.
Thankfully, Dani is the only one who knows Cade picked me up like a pro and made me sing like an expert choir master.
As fan-fucking-tastic as that night with him was, we both knew what it was and what it never would be.
I look back to the girls. “My round,” I announce before making my way to the ladies first to cool myself down before ordering another tray of shots.
Before I get anywhere close to the bathroom or the bar, Kyle—one of the guys I work at the hotel with—waves me on to the dance floor.
When I’m within arm’s reach, Kyle’s arm shoots out and hooks me around the waist, pulling me into him. I shriek and laugh, my hands coming up to his chest on instinct.
“Hey baby, you’re looking so fucking hot in that dress,” he slurs before burying his face in my neck. As if that wasn’t enough of a hint that he’d been drinking—a lot—the overwhelming smell of bourbon surrounds me.
Kyle and I have hooked up a few times. Was he good with the big cock he was blessed with? Yes. Is he a douche? Yes again. The last time I even looked at him twice was ten months ago. He’s a nice guy with the maturity of a sixteen-year-old who’s just discovered sex. He spreads it far and wide and with as many people as possible. So much so that we’ve started calling him Mr. STD since he caught the syph a few months ago and had to inform all of his recent sexual partners so they could get tested. There was—no word of a lie—ten female staff members who had to get checked out.
Ten different women that he’d bumped uglies with in a three-month period.
Suffice to say, although I hadn’t been naked with him in a very long time, I still brought my yearly physical forward for my own peace of mind.
I knew I was clean though because the last man I’d been with was a certain ER