Page 73 of The Late Hit
I chuckle, following him into the house.
A new rap banger is coming through the speakers and the vibe is lit. Following Grant, we head straight for the kitchen needing alcohol. Coach gave us tomorrow off, which means tonight we party.
People are grinding on each other on the makeshift dance floor. Someone hooked up the large speakers. Multicolored lights are playing in the semi-dark house. The Football House looks like a straight-up club.
Normally, I’d be Mr. Cautious, but not tonight. Not after this week.
Tonight I’m celebrating.
Taking my eyes off the crowd, I look up in time to hear someone shout my name as a beer is tossed my way. Searching the space, I see Riggsby nodding his head at me. Riggs might be a sophomore, but he’s a helluva player. I’m going to miss playing with him and the other guys next season. It’s weird to think that I’m not going to be here next year, especially since they don’t know it yet.
“Dude, I think I’m getting hard from watching those girls dance together.” Riggsby throws his arm around my shoulder. Using his other hand, he tilts his beer bottle gesturing toward two girls grinding against each other on the makeshift dance floor.
Laughing, I shrug his arm from around my shoulder. “Fuck, Riggs. Don’t talk about getting hard with your arms wrapped around me.”
Beer goes flying from his mouth as he belts out a laugh. “Oh god.” He laughs. “Dude, I’m totallynotgetting hard from you!”
JP and Grant make their way into our conversation at the worst possible time.
“What the fuck?” JP glances from Riggs to me. “What the fuck are you two talking about?”
Bringing the bottle to my lips, I take a long pull, shaking my head at this conversation. “Lightweight over here.” I point to Riggs, shaking my head.
Looking between the two of us, JP replies, “You know what, I don’t need to know.”
“Where’s Brynn?” Grant asks, looking around the kitchen.
Shrugging, I laugh internally. Brynn usually isn’t too far from me and the guys, but I haven’t seen her yet tonight. Guess she wasn’t messing with me when she acted like she wasn’t showing up tonight.
JP nudges my shoulder, taking a long drink out of his Solo cup. Based on how glassy his eyes are, I’m guessing he skipped the beer and went straight to the liquor. Dude deserves it. He beat the hell out of Hartford’s quarterback with two-and-a-half sacks.
“Trouble just entered the house.”
All of our heads snap to the door.
“Ho-ly fuuck,” Riggs draws out.
“We’re in trouble, boys,” Grant adds.
Troubledefinitelyjust walked into this house, and all I want to do is punch every guy staring at her.
Chloe, in her petite frame, is wearing a skintight, white dress with straps that look like they could be easily broken with a slight tug. Her red, skyhigh heels make her tiny legs look longer.
But it’s the girl to her left that has my mouth drying, my hand sliding down my pants to subtly adjust myself. Brynn Wilder stands in my doorway with a half-empty bottle of tequila in her hands looking like sin. A leather mini skirt and black heels make her legs look endless and have me dreaming about what they’re going to look like wrapped around my waist. Forcing my gaze from her legs, the rest of her outfit has me trying to keep a growl from escaping. A black, see-through, mesh shirt and a black, lace bra covers her perfect tits.
“Shit, look at Brynn.” Riggs’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head, and the thought of him ogling her has me seeing red.
“Don’t!” My gaze finds Riggs. He must see the murderous look in my eyes because he spins around and heads into the kitchen.
Brynn doesn’t even try to find me. She just grabs Chloe’s hand and makes her way to the dance floor. Another blonde girl pulls Brynn in for a hug while Brynn passes her the bottle of tequila. I can’t help but stand back and watch her. Brynn is the definition of free-spirited. From the way she moves to the music to the way she carries herself. She lives like she’s the only person to make herself happy.
I envy her.
Hours pass. The house has slowly started to thin out, and everyone is well on their way to being wasted. Except I slowed down a little while ago, and I’m feeling a nice, steady buzz. I’m just on the periphery of being drunk.
Everything is happy. A wide grin is plastered on my face. Leaning against the wall, I’m watching the girls dance to “Body”by Megan Thee Stallion on top of my coffee table. Brynn is sandwiched between Chloe and the girl who hugged her when she arrived. I’ve seen her around here. I think her name is Savvy, Savannah, or something.
The way Brynn is moving her body is provocative. It’s got me hot in ways I didn’t know were imaginable. We might be taking things slow, but the only thing I can think of is getting my girl up to my room to finally have my way with her. Her body has consumed my dreams and fantasies for two years. From over her shoulder, she finally seeks me out. Her eyes meet mine, and I tip my bottle to her. A wink is my reward as I watch her dip low between the girls, her body writhing as she makes her way back up to standing.
