Page 68 of Drop Shot
I know he’s only using the endearment because Noah is right there, but it doesn’t stop my body from reacting. He must notice my slight shiver because his smile gets impossibly bigger.
“Should I help him into bed?” Noah asks me.
“I’m right here and I’m fine,” Elias gripes, tugging unsuccessfully away from Noah.
Noah arches a brow. “Dude.” The one word is laced with concern and amusement.
“Let me go,” Elias whines. “I’ll be okay. Give me some water and Advil and I’ll be a new man.” He gives the two of us a weak thumb’s up.
With a sigh, I say to Noah, “It’s fine. I can handle him.”
“See?” Elias gives Noah’s a chest a pat. “She can handle me. Handle me, Whimsy, please I’m begging you.” He pouts his bottom lip.
I hate to admit it, but Elias is a pretty adorable drunk.
“You sure?” Noah addresses me. “I can stay with him, and you can crash in my room with Sabrina and Maddie.”
His daughter, Maddie, is a blast to have around on the tour. She’s smart as a whip and doesn’t mind humbling the guys when they get egotistical. I once heard her tell Trager he looked like a frog.
“I’m good,” I promise.
“Come on,baby,” I mimic his endearment. “Lets get you undressed.”
“Fuck, Whim. Yes. Undress me.”
Laughter bubbles out of Noah. He snaps his fingers and points at me. “If you need me, call me. My room’s on this floor, too.”
Elias wraps his arms around me—the best he can that is, with the height difference. “You heard my girl, we’re fine. She’s going to undress me now.”
My lips twitch. I don’t want to laugh out loud and give him the satisfaction, but damn, I’m close.
I can tell Noah’s still skeptical to leave us, but I jerk my head toward the door. “I’ve got this. I’ll call if I need you, but I don’t think I will.”
Noah eyes up Elias before sighing. “Okay. I’m going.”
He slips out the door and it clicks shut behind him.
“I thought he’d never leave,” Elias groans, letting me go so he can sit on the edge of the bed. He tries to yank his shoes off, but struggles.
“Stop that,” I scold, swatting his hand. “You’re going to take your whole foot off doing that.”
I kneel down and untie the laces, carefully pulling the shoe off. He groans and I look up to find him watching me with hooded, lust-filled eyes. It’s then that I realize my position. With him sitting and me kneeling I’m practically making eye contact with his cock. Not that I can see it, only—oh my God, Icansee it, because he’s getting hard. He’s not even fully erect and I can already tell the size of his dick is bigger than I’ve ever seen before.
Elias curses and reaches over and grabs a pillow, settling it on his lap. His expression grows sheepish. “Sorry. I … you’re pretty.”
His words pull a laugh from me. “Thanks. I think.”
“Plus, it’s been a while,” he goes on. “And you’rereallypretty.”
“So you already said.” I finish with his other shoe and get up from the floor before I do something stupid and shove the pillow off.
With another groan, the mattress jostles as he lays back, draping an arm over his eyes.
“I didn’t mean to drink so much,” he grumbles. “Practice tomorrow is going to be a bitch. Noah’s going to sayI told you soand I fucking hate it when he’s right.”
I open the mini fridge and pull out a bottle of water before rifling through my bag for some Advil. With the goods secured, I poke his shoulder and he lifts his arm so he can see me.
“Water. Advil.” He sits up and takes both. When he only takes a few sips of water, I shake my head. “Drink it all. You need to hydrate.”
