For The Win (Gamer Girls, #6) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,145

to be wild, crazy, and most of all, confident.

Chapter 48

The after party was amazing this time. Rhaven had never laughed that much in her life. Maybe it was getting her job. Possibly, it was Braden trying to kiss her every chance he could get. Then there was Psyc, who had put away the alcohol and was sobering up, but still buzzed enough to pull her into his lap and shower kisses across the side of her neck.

Dez laughed with her, offering up a few toasts to good friends and bad decisions, or things like that. Chance even swatted her ass when she walked past him once, then put on a face that was probably supposed to look either innocent or ashamed and failed at both. Then there was Riley. She had Adam turn up the music, and all of the girls used their drinks as excuses to shake their asses a little.

When Cynister flopped back in a chair and made a point of adjusting himself, that was more than Rhaven could take. She lost it in a fit of giggles and nudged Zara toward her man. Shortly after that, the party began breaking up as couples decided to head back to their rooms and continue the fun without an audience.

"Coming?" Braden asked Psyc. "You can even bring your shitty-ass rum, but I'd prefer not to have her out there alone tonight."

"Go," Cynister ordered. "KoG's pissed. They're talking about how many guys it would take to beat the shit out of Braden."

"Then I'm going," Psyc decided. He pried himself from the couch and headed to the counter to grab his half-full bottle of Captain Morgan. "And if I don't see any of you before I leave, I'll see you again online and in Columbus!"

"Columbus!" Knock and Murder cheered back.

Rhaven spun in place, letting her skirt swirl around her thighs. "Columbus. The place where it all started. I was on the PLG circuit for one year, and now I'm retired to work behind the scenes." Then she wiggled her fingers at everyone over the top of her still half-full glass of whiskey. "Night, everyone!"

"Night, Rhaven," the room called out.

She almost skipped into the hall with Braden and Psyc trailing behind. "I'm going to be a dev," she sighed, putting in a little dance move before twirling again. "I've got a job, and a man, and another man, and all my dreams have come true..." Then she turned around to see them. "And I'm a real girl!"

"Yeah you are," Braden agreed. "One more door, baby."

"This one!" She pointed at it.

He laughed. "You drunk?"

"No," she promised. "A little buzzed and a lot happy. That's it."

"The smile looks good on you." And he caught her around the waist, pulling her up against his side as he unlocked the door.

Then he all but carried her in, leaving the door open behind them for Psyc to follow or not. Rhaven looked back, relieved to see that he did. Psyc then closed the door and headed for the smaller couch. Dropping onto it, he twisted off the top of the bottle and sucked back another drink. A big one.

"You crashing out here or in with us?" Braden asked.

Psyc just paused to lick his lips, the look overly sensual, and his eyes landed on her. "You are the most amazing woman I've ever known. So fucking beautiful, you know that?"

Rhaven's smile fell. "I look like a guy in a dress."

"No," Psyc promised, leaning back to adjust himself. "Never had a guy make that happen."

Braden snagged the glass from her hand. "So, here's the rules for my suite. It's kinda like Vegas." He placed her half-finished drink on the counter and then headed for the door. "What happens in here stays in here. No bad feelings, no weirdness. Most of all, no shaming each other." Then he flipped the security lock. "And if the thing that happens is nothing, that's just as valid as a full out orgy."

"Uh..." Rhaven looked back at him. "Brae?"

"Fucking kiss the man, Rhaven? He's hot for you, and it's sexy as hell when you're having fun."

A guilty little smile curled her lips, and she made her way over to stand before Psyc. Bending, she could feel her skirt go up in the back, but didn't really care. Psyc reached up, cupping her face to guide her mouth to his. Without looking, he fumbled to put his bottle on the table beside him, and while his mouth savored hers, he pulled her closer, right onto his