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“Damn, maybe I won’t beat you this time.”
“’Bout time.”
He stands up and grabs his bowling ball, brushing past me, intentionally knocking into my side.
“Gonna return the favor in the woods if you win,” he whispers, and I grow hot all over thinking about it. It’s not at all smart, but fuck, I’m in this now.
I think I may let him.
Chapter Sixteen
We bowl for over an hour, and I beat him each time, earning an ass-eating, a blow job, and a nice, slow fuck. For the future. A rain check.
By the time we’re seated to watch a movie, I’m hot and bothered.
But that’s cooled down entirely when we’re called up for dinner. Everything heated inside me dissipates, and I’m almost shivering as we make our way into a formal dining room.
Both sets of eyes swivel toward us, taking us in. Neither of us is dressed for this—Colton most likely on purpose, me just not knowing I was supposed to.
“You’re late,” Erick says.
“We came as soon as we were called,” Colton murmurs.
It’s silent as we pull the chairs out and take a seat next to each other. I grab the napkin and set it on my lap, eyeing the water and then meeting his mother’s gaze. She’s wearing a low-cut dress, her hair pulled back in a French braid. She looks expensive and cold. Nothing like my own mom.
“I invited Kiera, but she wasn’t able to attend tonight. Shame, since I was looking forward to hearing about her trip to Paris.”
“Yeah, she’s busy. Doesn’t much like coming here anyway,” Colton murmurs, his words meant only for me.
But they hear him. His mother frowns at the tone, and his stepfather takes a sip of his drink.
“You’re making a mistake—” Erick says above the rim of his glass. It’s a threat, but one his mother ignores as she interrupts.
“So, tell us about yourself, Myles,” she drawls as she takes a sip of her martini.
I reach out and touch my glass of cold water, feeling the condensation on my fingers.
“Nothing much to say,” I reply and then shrug. “Just a boring guy with a boring future.”
That makes her titter, and Colton reaches down and squeezes my thigh, but I’m not giving them anything more.
“I highly doubt that,” she replies as Colton’s stepfather watches me.
“Oh, he’s telling the truth,” his stepfather replies. “I did a little digging.”
That makes Colton’s mom sigh in exasperation, but she goes ignored.
“I apologize for overstepping, but a family like ours needs to play it safe. I hope you understand.”
I don’t, but I say nothing. Colton is nearly vibrating with anger next to me, but he doesn’t move or say anything either.
“I know you’re the only son of a widowed mother. She works as a caterer. Owns her own company, in fact.” My stomach churns. “Seems she’s done well for herself. It’s never easy to start over. She must have been a great role model growing up.”
“She was,” I croak.
“And you’re going to graduate soon. A marketing major. Seems that rugby isn’t in your future.”
“Didn’t plan on it.”
