Page 15 of For the Boys
The entire table erupted in laughter and cheers. “See! That’s the kind of shit you’re famous for,” Mitch said, clapping him on the back.
“I sincerely hope I’m famous for a lot more than my sex life,” Brent said with a groan.
“Well, you know what I mean.”
As his teammates launched into various stories about their own crazy sex lives, Brent considered Cole’s earlier comments.
To be fair, Berkley truly hadn’t given Brent any reason to put his romantic life on hold for her. If the looks and casual touches were any indication, Cole was right: this waitress was a sure thing.
Where was the harm in having a little fun?
The next time Kendra approached their table, Brent caught her arm before she could walk away. “What time do you get off?”
“Midnight,” she said. “I’ll come find you.”
He gave her a wicked grin. “Looking forward to it.”
The second Kendra clocked out for the night, she strutted up to their table, grabbed Brent by the hand, and dragged him away, his teammates cheering them on.
When they reached the dance floor, Kendra backed her ass into his lap and began moving back and forth to the beat of the song. At some point during the night, she had thrown her hair up into a bun, and wisps of it escaping the knot tickled Brent under the chin as they danced.
He gripped her hips tightly and bowed his head, pressing his lips to her neck. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access, and he obliged, trailing his tongue along the side of her throat.
Several songs later, he excused himself to go to the bathroom. When he came out, she was waiting for him, and he wasted no time in pressing her against the wall before crashing his mouth to hers. Responding immediately, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her off her feet and rocked his hard length against her center, which was warm even through layers of clothing. She groaned against his mouth and pulled his hair.
“Let’s get out of here,” he rasped.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said breathlessly.
The next morning, he awoke in an unfamiliar room. As a professional athlete, he was used to waking up in hotel rooms and having to take a moment to orient himself.
This, however, was no hotel room. The walls were painted a light blue and decorated with framed photos. A vanity littered with makeup sat in one corner, a guitar next to it. White Roman shades covered large windows.
He groaned as he rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed, the pink sheet falling to his side, head bowed over his naked body. Due to heavy drinking the night before, his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth, and his head was pounding.
“Coffee?” a voice asked from behind him.
Slowly, he turned and found a brunette woman standing there, two steaming mugs in her hands, her body wrapped in a silky black robe.
“Thanks,” Brent said as she walked over and handed him one. “What time is it?”
“A little after seven.”
“Shit,” Brent whispered.
“Something wrong?”
“I have a flight to catch. Do you happen to know where my pants are?”
She took a step into the room and plucked them up off the floor, offering them to him. The urge to remove himself from this situation overrode his discomfort at being naked in front of a woman whose name he didn’t remember as he rose to accept his jeans from her. After he slid his legs into them, he dug in the pockets, finding his phone and wallet still in his possession. He took his phone out and ordered an Uber.
“Do you need a ride or anything?” she asked. Brent made his way around the room, collecting the rest of his clothing. When he located his boxers, he folded them in the smallest square he could manage and shoved them in his back pocket.
“No, I called an Uber,” he said. “I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than chauffeur me around.”
“I wouldn’t mind. I had a lot of fun last night, Brent.”
“Ahh, thanks. I mean, me too.”
