Page 67 of Necessary Roughness
No, Mom. I have a sex date where I’m going to get double-teamed by two burly football players.
What I said out loud was, “Yep! Totally free. I was going to get dinner at the cafeteria, that’s why I’m dressed up.”
“Looking for a new boyfriend?” she teased. “That’s how I met your father, you know. Put the right bait on the hook and you can reel in any fish.”
“Let me grab my shoes…” I quickly texted the guys.
Me:You guys aren’t going to believe this, but I have some bad news about tonight…
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“Fuck!” Knox shouted from his bedroom.
I went down the hall and poked my head in. “You okay?”
“No,” he replied, staring at his phone. “You’re not gonna be okay, either.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket. We had different phone carriers, and for some reason mine was always slower to receive texts.
I groaned when I read it.
Sloane:You guys aren’t going to believe this, but I have some bad news about tonight… my mom just paid a surprise visit. She’s taking me out to dinner.
Knox:Shit.
Me:Tell her you have plans. We’re taking you to pound town tonight.
Knox:Pound town? Come on, dude.
Me:Is that not where we’re going? Because I already bought three tickets, one-way.
Sloane:I want to go to pound town with you. But she drove two hours to meet me, and I told her this morning that I didn’t have plans.
Sloane:How late will you two be up?
I lowered my phone to look at Knox. “Think she’s telling the truth? Or is she chickening out like the first time?”
Knox slowly shook his head. “I don’t see why she would lie, now that we’ve all hooked up. I trust her.”
“We can stay up late, right? Just this once?”
He grimaced. “I was hoping to take our time tonight. Not rush things.”
“Easy for you to say. You got to have a quickie with her after class this week.”
“Kinda regretting telling you about that,” Knox muttered. “Shit. I don’t know, man. Let’s say we finish by eleven. That’s five hours of sleep since we have an early practice tomorrow. I always play like shit when I don’t sleep enough the two days before a game.”
“You could take a nap?” I suggested.
“When?” he replied. “My schedule is tighter than… well…”
I grinned. “Than the woman we want to come over?”
“You’re making me want to agree to this.”
“Then agree to it!” I said. “We’re playing Gulf College on Saturday. They’re a breeze.”
