“I know it.” I paused. “Tell you what. I'll call Coach and let him know I made curfew. Then we'll sneak down and get a room of our own. We can spend the night together, at least.”
She began to break into a smile, but quickly reined it back in. “But won't you get in trouble for that?”
“Only if Coach finds out.”
She snagged her lip between her teeth. “I don't want you to get in trouble.”
“Let me worry about that,” I said as I picked up the phone. I dialed Coach's room and let him know that I was in for the night.
I hung up the phone and wandered over to the window. I popped them open and the draft from outside began to suck the air out of the room.
“Gotta air this place out for Hunter.”
Camille put a hand to her face. “We're so raunchy together, Beau. Getting frisky in cabs, ruining bed sheets, stinking hotel rooms up with sex …”
“Don't forget the show you gave that lady outside the elevator.”
Her eyes grew wide and her jaw fell. “You bring out the worst in me, Beau Bradford! You know that?”
I grinned. “Well, I hope that's not true.”
We gathered up our things and headed out. We found Hunter in the lobby of our floor. I told Camille to grab the elevator while I caught up with him.
“Hey bud, what's up?” he asked.
“Listen. I told Coach I'm in for the night.”
Hunter's eyes grew worried. “Beau—I hope you're not sneaking out …”
“No, man, it's not like that. Look, we're just getting a room here, okay? I'll be back in the morning before 7.”
“Oh, okay. That's not so bad. Just be careful not to get caught.” Hunter let out a breath of relief. Then he gave me a coy smile. “So, what's up? Can't stand to be apart from her now, eh?”
I gave him a punch on his shoulder. “Shutup, man.”
“Ahhh, I knew it. I see your smile. Hey, that's alright. You don't have to be embarrassed about it. She seems like a cool chick.”
“Yeah. She is.”
“And if she's the reason for the way you played tonight? Hell, the team should offerhera contract just to keep you on the straight and narrow.”
I gave him another punch.
The elevator opened, and Camille waved me over.
“Gotta run, bro.”
“Later Beau.”
A trip to the front desk got us a new keycard, and Camille and I raced to our new room like lovers on a honeymoon. I closed the door, and when I turned around, Camille was already wiggling her cute butt out of her jeans.
“Damn,” I grumbled. I stared and watched the sexy striptease that made my cock quickly grow long and plump between my thighs all over again.
She sprawled out naked on the bed, though she kept her nipples modestly hidden beneath her hands. “Well? Aren't you going to come over here?”
“I was just admiring you.”
She giggled. “Well hurry up and get over here so you can admire me up close. I want you so bad, Beau.”
