Being a Trenton Devil has many perks. All of the guys want to be you and all of the girls want to be with you. Hell half of the guys want to be with you too. While some of the team definitely lets it go to their head, I am not one of them.
Dawson loves it, lapping the attention up like a dog getting praise.
He turns to face them, his charming smile plastered on his face, and all of them light up. They all flirt with him in one form or another. Either with a wink or a lip bite, pushing their tits up or licking their lips.
After I fill up a cup, I take the wadded-up piece of paper that girl gave me and throw it in the trash on my way to the living room. I don’t regret my decision for a second. I could sleep with a hundred girls to try to get over Becca. But it wouldn’t work. It would only leave me feeling worse afterwards.
Chance, Rhett, Dawson, and Donovan follow me, and we approach one of the full couches. The group on the couch notices us as soon as we walk in. The girls’ lips part, and their eyes flutter.
Being a Trenton Devil carries certain privileges with it. Ones that I was acquainted with in high school, being the QB. But that doesn’t compare to the aura of being a Devil. When a Devil wants something, they take it.
Dawson barks an order, “Move,” and everyone leaves the couch without hesitation, opening it up for us.
The guys lead before I do, not wanting to be rude to the people previously occupying the sofa. I take the end seat and begin swirling the cup in my hand. Letting my eyes scan the room, I can see that there are way too many people at this party—or maybe one too many me.
I don’t even know why I came tonight. I should have just finished packing up my shit for preseason. The whole team is staying at the hotel in town, and I don’t want to have to run back to the house all the time. We only have two nights left before we kill ourselves on and off the field for six straight weeks.
So, why not have one more night of fun?
I glance over to a couple dancing. They are barely standing up at this point, messily dancing to some song. The guy pulls his mouth away from the girl’s neck, leaving a trail of spit in his absence.
Yeah, this is so much fun.
A redhead with a tiny waist and huge ass walks by the couch a little too slowly. When she meets my eyes, she takes a detour—right onto my lap.
She bites down on her red-painted lip. “Hey.”
She arches her back, grinding on my zipper. My eyes roll back from the blood rushing to my pants.
It’s been so fucking long since I’ve had sex with anyone that, at this point, my body is begging me to rip this girl’s clothes off and take her over this couch in front of everyone.
But I have no interest in pursuing that fantasy. I thrust my hips up, and she bites that plump lip again. But this is not what she thinks it is.
I buck harder than she expects, throwing her weight off my lap. I must’ve put a little too much force into it because she stumbles into the table, almost spilling dozens of full cups.
I can’t help but chuckle at how she flies off of my lap.
She scoffs loud enough to cut through the blaring music. “What the hell, dude?” she snaps, jaw falling open before her eyes roll and she stalks off. “Ugh, whatever.”
Rhett laughs and smacks my arm. “That might be your new record, Jonesy.”
I laugh. “Shut up, Rolo.”
They pick on me because I’ve never brought a girl home or even tried to while we’re out together. The guys will even send girls over to me, trying to set me up. But I have no interest. Not anymore.
“Nah, but seriously, bro, when are you going to actually bring a girl back to our place? I mean, we’ve never seen you go further than what just happened. Like, what’s the deal? Still a virgin, Jones?” Rolo’s lips tug up with his last question.
“Fuck you.” I laugh, and honey-blonde locks flash in my memory. “Still hung up on my ex, I guess.”
Donovan joins in on the unwanted conversation. “Best way to get over that is to get on top of another.”
I shrug.
Becca’s soft laugh and doe eyes flood my vision, and my fingers burn to be able to reach out and touch her silky-smooth skin again.
“It’s different with this one. Just drop it. I’m done talking about it.” I glare at them, ending the conversation.
I dig my phone out of my pocket and order an Uber. “I’ll see you guys at the house. I’m going to go pack.”
