Page 31 of Comeback
If I didn’t think I’d get four vodka-and-diet-cokes thrown in my face, I would’ve told them that Emma had more class and beauty than the four of them combined.
“Don’t worry,” the ringleader of the group said. “You don’t have to say it. Your silence says plenty.” She leaned closer and whispered breathily into my ear. “We’d love to take turns sucking your dick.”
My cock stirred in my pants, whether I wanted it to or not.Fourgirls at once? Even in my playing days, I couldn’t pull off something like that.
She dragged her hand down my chest. “How’s that sound …Daddy?”
“ ‘Daddy?’ ” I muttered.
I reached into my pocket and wrapped my fist around the bloodstone, remembering Emma’s gorgeous eyes. I didn’t want these girls. A few days ago, maybe I would’ve gone for it. But now, I didn’t want to riskfucking something with Emma up, even though we weren’t anywhere near exclusive yet.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” I said, prying her hand off my body. The days of thinking with my cock were over. “I’m not interested.”
But they hadn’t even heard me. Their eyes were glued to the TV, their mouths drawn open.
“Holy shit, isn’t that you?” one of the girls screeched, pointing at the TV.
With a gulp, I turned to look at the TV. The channel was set on ESPN, and sure enough, my Dallas Devils team photo took up half the screen. The caption read, “The Search for Jack Hathaway Continues: Is a Comeback Possible?”
“Oh my God!” one of the other girls shrieked.
“That guy looksjustlike him.”
“Itishim! It’s him!”
I cupped my hand over my brow and shielded my eyes. “That’s not me. You’ve got the wrong guy. I’m not him and I’m not going home with you, either.”
I pushed my half-finished drink away and stood.
“Hey, don’t go!” one of the girls said as I made my way past them.
“Let’s go after him!” one of the girls giggled. “He’s famous!”
I cut through the crowd, looking over my shoulder as I escaped the bar. They were giving chase so I moved faster.
I hurried outside and jumped into my car with a breath of relief.
God damn. People are nuts.
I fired up the engine and drove home. But as soon as I pulled out of my parking space, a car near mine pulled out, too. A set of headlights appeared in my rear view mirror.
Please tell me they’re not following me home,I thought with a groan.
I made a left turn. So did they.
I made a right turn. So did they.
My heart pounded in my chest as I drove back home, my eye trained on the set of headlights that mimicked my every turn. Were they even in any condition to drive? I really didn’t want them following me back to my house, knowing where I lived …
The car tailed me, even as I took the old roads back to my house.
But when I pulled into my private drive, the car continued on its way, zooming past. A black SUV, like the one I saw earlier.
It’s not them,I thought.But who is it?
I shook my head.
I was being paranoid again.
