Page 30 of Hat Trick
Of course, the more the merrier. As long as we get you to ourselves later.
The dots appear and reappear on my screen a couple of times before she finally answers.
Honey
Thank god… I’ve been dying over here.
Emmy
As excited as I am about the “later” part… Either of you care to fill me in on where we’re going?
Turning my head, I stare at him as the two of us walk out of the rink and into the parking lot toward our cars, not wanting to miss the expression on his face when Lil tells him.
Finally my phone dings in my hand, but my eyes remain glued on Emerson.
Honey
Thursday night is Karaoke night at Jack’s. Prepare to be fucking swooned, Baby.
Emerson sighs so loud I’d be surprised if you couldn’t hear it all the way across campus, meanwhile I tip my head back and bark out a laugh before texting her back.
Me
Pick you two up at the usual time, Honey.
Honey
Can’t wait.
Emerson turns his head dramatically, giving me his best “what the fuck” look, but I don’t even let him get a word out before I point my finger at him. “Don’t you even start. You’re the one who’s been giving me ‘fuck-me’ eyes all week. This is the price you gotta pay if youwanna get with all of this.” I point my finger up and down my body, and an uncharacteristically huge smile takes over Emerson’s face.
God, I fucking love it when he smiles at me like that.
?1 It’s so rare. So genuine. Sometimes I feel like I’ve struck gold when I witness it.
“Oh, so now I have to pay a price?” he asks as he takes a step toward me. Scrunching my face up, I pretend to think about his question, even though we both know I’m full of shit. Laughing, he wraps his hand around the strap of my duffle and pulls me to him, leaving my chest pressed against his. “You and I both know I could have you on your knees right here in this parking lot if I wanted to,” he says, his voice low and sultry.
I can almost feel all the blood in my body shoot straight to my cock. “What is with you this week?” I ask, feeling breathless.
He shrugs before tipping his face further, leaving his lips brushing against mine as he says, “Just feeling…luckylately, I guess.”
As I search his eyes, I can tell there’s more weight to that statement than he leads on, but the ringing of my phone prevents me from digging further. I groan, and he presses a chaste kiss against my lips, despite being in the middle of the hockey rink’s parking lot. Then, his body is gone, leaving my chest feeling cold despite the warm Gulf air. “Text me what time you’re picking me up,” he says as he climbsinto his Jeep Wrangler.
“Who said I was picking you up?”
He looks at me deadpan. “Dominic. If you’re dragging me to karaoke, I’m going to need alcohol. You’re driving.” Then he shoots me a wink before pulling his Aviators down from where they rested on his head and driving away.
Cheeky, motherfu?—
My phone continues to ring, reminding me of why I’m standing here, Emersonless.
I look at the screen to find my mom’s face and slide the green button across the screen. “Hey, hold on, Mom.”
I open the door to my F-150 and climb in, connecting my phone to the Bluetooth. Emerson constantly makes fun of me for driving a truck as a college student, and I admit, I don’t necessarilyneedto drive a truck. Still, when you’re as large as I am, options are limited on vehicles that provide ample enough room. It’s the first thing I bought when I started making decent money with my audios.
Plus, I won’t lie and say I don’t like it.
“Can you hear me?” I ask as I pull out of the stall and head toward my apartment.
