“You sure?”
There’s not a moment of hesitation as she nods, leaning forward slightly and nipping at the pad of my finger playfully. She’s never been shy or awkward when it comes to the two us, and it’s the reason I’ve always wondered why she needed my help in the first place.
“I’m sure. I get orgasms. It’s a win-win situation.” Both her dark brows lift.
“It’s almost like you only want me for my body, St. James. I’m feeling a bit objectified right now.”
She laughs, tossing her head back and exposing the delicate column of her throat, and my mouth waters from my need to lean closer and drag my tongue along her skin and taste her.
This might be the worst idea in fucking history, but that doesn’t make me want it any less.
“Can you blame me? It’s the tattoos, I think. Apparently guys covered in tattoos are my new type.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, well mine is apparently mouthy little American girls who need their arse spanked.”
I’m teasing, but I don’t miss how her eyes flare and her lips part, as if the thought of me spanking her turns her on as much as it does me.
“Don’t make promises you’re not willing to keep, Cillian. Putthaton our list of things to practice.”
Bloody fucking hell.
Despite the fact that I got home at almost two this morning, I’m up at 6:00 a.m. on the dot. My internal clock refused to give me even a single morning of sleeping in, so I pull myself out of bed, and drink some pre-workout to fully wake up before heading to the weight room on campus to get a workout in.
If I’m going to be up this early, I might as well do something productive.
It’s completely dead when I scan my pass and walk into the gym, the sound of my trainers echoing inside the massive space. Just as I expected it to be since most of the guys probably stayed out late partying and the last thing they want to do on an off day is train when they’re not required to.
When Rory asked me to go back to her apartment last night, I was so bloody tempted to that I almost said yes. Iwantedto say yes.
But I also want her to be sure she wants to cross this line with me, because there’s no going back once we do. I respect her, and I don’t want to fuck anything up by taking things too quickly, especially knowing that random hookups aren’t something she usually does.
All I’ve done is fuck things up for the last two years of my life, and I refuse to let whatever this is with Rory be a part of that.
She’s important to me.
I’m halfway through my workout when I hear the heavy double doors open, and a few seconds later Fitz strolls through with his gym bag hefted high on his shoulder, followed by Wren, Hollis, and Liam.
“Cairney, what up, dude? Did you watch that video I texted in the group chat?” Fitz asks as he comes to a stop in front of me. Unlike most of the blokes on the team, his dark inky black hair is buzzed close to his scalp, and his face is completely clean-shaven. It makes him look like the youngest even though he’s a junior like me.
I lift the bottom of my T-shirt and swipe away the beads of sweat lining my brow. “Yeah, that shit was hilarious, mate.”
They added me to the “Scrum Lords” chat after the night at the cowboy bar, and truthfully, I still can hardly believe I’minit, but I’m secretly… pretty okay with it.
Not that I’m making it a big deal, but it feels good to know that they are choosing me instead of Coach having to force us together.
It finally feels like things are looking up, like I’m becoming friends with these guys and forming a bond. It’s something I didn’t think I’d ever want to happen, but the longer I’m at Prescott, the more comfortable I’m beginning to feel here.
Wren and Hollis both fist-bump me and then move to grab weights and some plates for deadlifts.
“How long have you been here? It’s barely seven on a Sunday,” Hollis asks, lifting his leg in a stretch. “You go out and not sleep last night?”
I shrug. “Nah… I don’t party much. Drink. None of that. You know after everything that went down in London, I stay away from shit that I can find myself in trouble with.”
“Yeah, I get you.”
Wren speaks up, his shoulder dipping as he lifts the weight in a curl. “I was thinking, we should have a guys’ night that doesn’tinvolve partying. I’ve been wanting to do one of those escape rooms.”
“Dude, yeah, my boy that goes to LSU in Baton Rouge told me they have one there; it’s supposed to be cool as shit. Super realistic,” Fitz adds, coming to a stop beside me. “Perfect opportunity for team bonding. But no alcohol or partying involved. What do you say, Cairney? Guys’ night?”
