The rules were that we couldn’t bid on anyone if we were participating. Still, there were tons of guys on campus who would support a good cause, especially if a gorgeous woman was up for grabs.
“Maybe you should talk to her,” I said.
“We can find another girl,” Lucas added, breathing heavily as he continued to pedal. “Although I think she could bring in the most money, not only because she’s a senator’s daughter, but she does stand out above all the women who are on the list.” He sounded sad. “Were you nice to Haven when you asked her?”
My best bud was more disappointed than me that Haven didn’t want to be part of the charity event. But Haven was right. We didn’t need her. We could raise the twenty thousand dollars with the list of people we had so far. I was sure I could command at least two thousand like Haven had said. And maybe if she weren’t in the lineup, she would bid on me. Now there was an idea.
I chuckled. “I was the perfect gentleman.”
Lucas stopped pedaling. “You’re lying. What did you do?”
I raised my hands. “Truth. I went over there, talked to her, and left without so much as touching her. Look, forget about Haven. We’ll raise our goal.” The charity was also near and dear to Lucas’s heart. He had a cousin who had fallen into a bad situation with a guy.
He harrumphed. “You’re probably right. I’m sure you’ll bring in a hefty dollar amount.”
“As will you, dude,” I added.
He didn’t react. “I’ll talk to Haven, though, and if it’s a final no, I’ll ask her roommate, Vicki. She’s quite hot herself. But we need to finalize the names this weekend. The programs will take at least a week before they’re ready, and I still have to get a few more bios.”
We had a good month before the fundraiser. So Lucas had time, but I knew him. He had OCD when it came to planning things, which was why he’d been elected to organize our fundraisers every year.
Lucas started in on something else, but I tuned him out, wondering if Haven would bid on me. I knew she wanted me. I would bet my entire trust fund that her panties had been soaked that night I’d had her up against the wall in her dorm room.
Man, I would give my throwing arm just to taste her.
Think of something else, dude, or else your hard-on will be poking out at any second.
That didn’t matter. Lucas had seen me with an erection more times than I was sure he cared to. I’d seen him in the same predicament too.
But my mind was still stuck on Haven as Lucas continued talking in the background. Seeing her relaxed in her dorm room with a revealing tank and extremely short pajama bottoms had been a sight to behold. I’d done everything I could to keep my dick from getting hard. I loved how her body reacted to me, though. I loved that she’d been breathing heavy when our bodies were so close. I would have sworn I could feel her tits against my chest.
Lucas snapped his fingers.
I blinked.
“You didn’t hear a fucking word I said. Did you?”
I hadn’t even heard him come over. “I was thinking.”
“Of a redhead.”
I shrugged. “So sue me.”
Lucas wiped the towel he had in his hands over his face. “You need to get laid, bro.”
Fuck yeah, I did. But I didn’t want just any girl. My dick was throbbing just thinking about Haven. “Not by her.”You’re so full of shit.“I hate her old man. And she and I would be a disaster. She’s stubborn, not a quality I like in my women.”
He rolled his neck around before picking up two free weights. “Stubborn is just what you need. If you ask me, you two would be a match made in heaven.”
Heaven? He did have to pick that word.
“Can we just concentrate on football right now?” I said more than asked. Otherwise, I would need to jack off before the game.
“Ryker, are you in here?” Coach Chapman raised his voice before he emerged from around the wall that stood in between the weight room and the door. He was dressed in Lakemont colors—a red golf shirt with the Lakemont logo stitched on the chest in gold, a ball cap, and khakis. “The security guard said you were here.” He tucked his hands into his pants pockets. “Good to see you here early. How are you feeling?”
Coach Chapman had given me my space even though he wanted me back on the field.
I still had my butt planted on the weight bench. “I’m good.”
