Page 20 of Hidden Plays
“Sure, whatever.” I bit into the pizza, the chicken doused in spicy ranch leaving heat on my tongue. Drinking some water, I peeked at JJ. The games with him were over. “But in the end, you’ll have to listen to me.”
He ate more pizza and then wiped his fingers on his napkin. “Look, I’ll give it two weeks, the stretches and exercises you want me to do. If my IT band isn’t better by then, I’m going back to what Stacey gave me.”
“Fine.” I had two weeks to prove to him I knew my shit. The memory of the kiss flowed through my mind. “And stop the bullshit about me being homophobic. I don’t need the rest of your friends hearing that.”
“Fine.” JJ ate more pizza, and his phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up and chuckled. “Looks like our gay bar date worked. Casey wants to know who took the photos.”
“You can’t tell him.” Jesus, if this got out…My gut knotted.
“I know.” He tensed his jaw. “What, do you think I’m stupid?” He threw me a quick glare and then tapped on his phone.
“So, what are you telling him?” I ate more pizza, and a wave of exhaustion rolled over me. I needed to go home and sleep.
“I’m telling him my date took the photo. That’s all he needs to know.” He set his phone next to his plate and stuffed pizza into his mouth. “We’re cool now, right?”
“Yeah, we’re cool.” I watched him eat. We’d see how things progressed at practice this week. And then we had an away game against UCLA coming up.
FIVE
JORDAN (JJ)
Holden was fucking with my mind. While finishing the pizza with him, we’d both settled into watching the karaoke singers instead of talking any more. After, we’d taken Ubers home. Getting a DUI might fuck up my chances for an NFL contract in the spring.
Exiting my Uber, I strolled to the house.
The door swung open, and Casey stood there, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Well, look who’s home.” He stepped aside.
Lumbering through the door, I braced myself. He would want details. I wanted only the comfort of my bed. And for my brain to quit ruminating about the night with Holden.
“So? What happened? Who is the guy, and did you end up at his place after the bar?” Casey stalked behind me and into the kitchen.
I grabbed a Gatorade from the refrigerator. “No, we went out for pizza after.” I guessed I could tell him some of the truth.
“How do you know him? Did you guys hook up in the restrooms at The Club?” He stood before me as I turned around.
“Dude, get out of my space.” I pushed on his chest. Casey wouldn’t let this lie. Screwing the cap off the Gatorade, I walked to the couch and dropped into the corner. “I met him at school,and no, we didn’t hook up in the restroom.” I sipped my drink. I needed to hydrate, or I’d feel the beers in the morning.
Casey sank in next to me. “Tell me about him.” Biting his lip, he lifted his brows.
“He’s uh…” Shit, he’d never guess it was Holden. “He’s a little shorter than I am, but heavier. All muscle.” I smirked.
“Yeah?” Casey’s eyes lit. He was like a dog wagging its tail with its tongue hanging out of its mouth.
“Yeah, he’s got a nice cock. I mean, I didn’t touch it directly, but we had some moments on the dancefloor.” My dick tingled. Holden had a hard on when we danced. It meant something, right? But he’d said it was only a physical response.
“Oh, shit. So, you guys were grinding. Did you make out?” His brows lifted even higher.
“We kissed. He’s got soft lips.” The memory rewound in my head. Yeah, Holden was a damn good kisser. Got me hard instantly.
“And so did you enjoy The Club this time?” Casey inched closer to me.
“I did. Doubt I’d go back. There were too many guys trying to cut in, you know?” I sipped my Gatorade and then tucked it between my thighs. Regardless if Holden had some sort of sexual awakening, the guy in leather was right. A questioning straight guy was bad news. And it was Holden fucking Cox.
“So, will you see him again?” Casey narrowed his eyes. “And what’s his name?”
“I’ll be seeing him again.” I peeked at Casey. Damn it, I probably shouldn’t have said that. There’d only be more questions every time I left the house. “Maybe I’ll see him again. And his name is um, Harry.” I winced. What a stupid name to give him.
“Harry? Is his last name Cox?” He cackled and stood.
