Page 71 of Broken Hearts
There’s a chorus of agreement. He won’t hear any arguing from us about buckling down. Not this week.
“Party in our suite,” Mav says. “Pass it on.”
Well, not after tonight, anyway.
Sienna and the girls meet up with us at the hotel. They’re staying at the same one. Thank fuck. I missed the shit out of her.
“Congratulations!” She throws herself at me, yelling in my ear. “You’re going to the Frozen Four!”
I lift her and turn us in a circle. She squeals happily.
When I put her down, she’s got a goofy smile on her lips. “Ready to celebrate?”
My gaze rakes over her body.
Laughing, she swats at my chest. “That is not what I meant.”
“Damn. Because that sounds like a way better way to celebrate.”
“Later.” She grabs a handful of my T-shirt.
Maverick and Heath’s room connects to mine and Adam’s so we open the door to make enough room for everyone to congregate between the two.
“Do you want something to drink?” I ask Sienna. We’re sitting on my bed, which has my mind going to all sorts of fun places. Unfortunately, the five other people also sitting here with us is really ruining the moment.
“No, I’m good. I feel drunk I’m so happy.”
“Same.” I raise my hand to catch a beer Adam tosses my way.
She eyes the can with a smirk.
“Still have to celly with the boys.” I lean in to whisper in her ear. “Don’t worry. Only a couple and then we can sneak away.”
She turns in my lap to better face me. “It’s your night. Have as many as you want. We can celebrate after you win the next two games.”
My dick perks right up. Not sure if it’s the mention of sex or winning the Frozen Four. I take her mouth. I haven’t been alone with her in two days and I suddenly need to be. Immediately, if not sooner.
“Be right back.” I pull back and drop a kiss to her shoulder, then get up from the bed. Jordan and Liam are standing in the doorway between the two rooms.
“Hey.” I tip up my head as I approach. “Can I borrow your room for twenty?”
Jordan lifts a dark brow. “Seriously?”
“No,” Liam answers without consideration.
“Don’t act like the two of you haven’t hooked up with chicks on my couch.”
“And in your room,” Jordan mutters around his cup as he takes a drink.
“I don’t even want to know,” I tell him.
“Okay,” Jordan gives in.
“What? No.” Liam punches his arm.
“Not on the beds,” Jordan instructs me, ignoring his roommate. He hands over his room key.
“Got it.” I back away before they change their mind.
