“I was tired,” I lie. “That first game back wore me out.”
“I swear, easily ten girls came up and asked me where you were. As if I wasn’t right there, ready and willing.”
I huff a smile and laugh. “Did you fuck?”
“In the bathroom.”
“OfRowdy’s?” He wiggles his eyebrows and I feel mine pinch together. “There’s barely even a sink in that bathroom.”
“No, but the floors are covered in old beer, and that shit is stickier than glue.” He leans forward, sets his coffee on the table in front of him, and puts his hands out in front of his hips like he’s holding on to something. “I just planted my feet andmm, mm, mm.” He thrusts his hips.
I drop my head on the cushion behind me, barking out a laugh. “You’re sick.”
He opens his mouth, but a loud moan interrupts our conversation. It’s part feminine, part animal. I whip my head to the side before realizing it’s coming from the only bedroom on the main level.
“Fucking Mav.” I drag my fingers through my hair and Silas reaches forward, turning up the volume on the remote.
“That’s fake, right? Either I’ve been doing it wrong or he’s got a paid actress up there.”
“Well, considering you fucked against the wall in stale beer, I’d say it might be a little bit of both.”
Silas chucks a pillow at me, but I catch it easily.
Fifteen minutes intoPardon the Interruptionand the door toMaverick’s room opens. He winks when he sees us, but the girl following behind him in a slightly wrinkled white top doesn't even notice us.
“Not what I was expecting,” I mumble out of the side of my mouth.
“You think the accountant outfit is part of her role-playing?” Silas whispers back.
Mav walks her to the door, dips his head, and pecks her lips once, twice, and on the third kiss, she wraps her arms around his neck and jumps on him. Her legs wrap around his bare torso, and he holds her up with one arm while the other stays planted on the door frame.
Silas and I both turn our attention back to the TV, listening to Tony Kornheiser talk like he’s the most interesting guy in the world.
After a moment, the door clicks shut and Maverick absently rubs his chest as he heads into the kitchen.
“Why didn’t you invite your office manager to stay for breakfast? She seemed lovely,” I say with a sarcastically sweet smile.
“You liked that, aye?” He pours himself a coffee. Unlike me, he doesn’t skip the creamer. “I didn’t see—or hear—anyone in your room this morning.”
“I’m surprised you could hear anything with all that yelling going on in your room,” Silas interrupts.
“What can I say?” Maverick rolls his eyes, sticks his tongue out, and wags it back and forth.
“Don’t puff your chest, no one believes those screams were real.” I smile around my mug.
“Oh, yeah? So her honeypot just always feels like a summer day in Mississippi?”
“Jesus.” Silas shakes his head, crossing his ankles on the coffee table.
Maverick leans his elbow on the kitchen counter, notbothering to hide his smile. “What’d you do after you followed the tequila thief out last night?”
He knows I left, he just doesn’t know that I came straight home and went to bed. I watched Savannah weave her way through the crowd with her friend, and it wasn’t until she was out the door and fully out of sight that I realized three eager girls were surrounding me. Silas and Mav were able to move on, but I suddenly lost interest in being there.
Silas turns to face me, and I know I’m about to be the center of their ridicule now. I disregard both of them, sinking further into the couch, hoping to quickly get out of the shit storm they’re going to throw my way.
“She was hot,” Mav says, but I continue to ignore the rise he’s trying to get out of me. “If you didn’t follow her home, I definitely would have.”
“What was her name, again?” Silas chimes in. “Sienna? Serena?”
