Page 74 of Comeback
I stare at her, studying her expression. “That’s it? You don’t want to hook up with Slade?”
“What is happening right now?” She laughs lightly. “Brogan and London were being all cutesy and you were occupied so I hung out with your teammates. Why are you being so weird?”
“Fuck.” I run a hand through my hair.
“You’re jealous right now. Is that what this is?” She laughs louder and I cut a glare to her that doesn’t frighten her in the least.
A car pulls up in front of us and the front passenger window rolls down. Brogan sticks his head out. “Get in, losers, we’re going to get tacos.”
21
SABRINA
Archer, London, and I pile into the back of the Uber with me wedged between them. Brogan is up front. My left side buzzes with awareness in all the spots Archer touches. London scoots forward to put her hands on Brogan’s shoulders.
It gives me a little more space, but I don’t move.
The driver is a young guy, obviously thrilled that he got the call to pick us up and doesn’t bat an eye when Brogan turns up his music until the bass thumps under my ass.
Archer shifts beside me. His right hand goes around behind me, and I suck in a breath as his fingers dip in the gap between the waist of my jeans and my back. He hums along with the music and the vibration sends another shot of pleasure through me.
We pull up to the Jack in the Box drive-thru and the music lowers so we can order.
“Do you want anything?” Brogan turns around to ask us.
I shake my head. Archer does the same. Brogan orders enough tacos for all of us anyway. He hands back two bags of food, and London snatches them and digs in immediately.
“Sorry,” she says after she accidentally elbows me in the arm.
“A girl has to have room to eat,” I say with a stilted chuckle. I inch closer to Archer to make more room for her and also because I’ll take any excuse to touch more of him. His hand still rests just under the band of my jeans and now I’m nearly sitting on his lap.
His thumb strokes back and forth along my skin and I can feel his breath on my neck. His lips ghost over my skin and I swallow hard.
The ride seems to take forever, but in actuality, it’s only five minutes before we pull up to the curb outside of the apartment. Brogan is the first out and he opens London’s door. It takes them a moment to gather all the trash with them both being tipsy. Archer and I wait for them, even though we could go out his door.
My legs are shaky as I finally step out onto the sidewalk. The four of us walk up to our place. Brogan is carrying London piggyback and they’re in their own little happy, drunken bubble.
“They’re cute,” I say as Archer falls into step beside me.
“What did you say?” he asks, then his gaze drops to my mouth.
“They’re cute,”I repeat and this time I sign the words as well.
He glances ahead and then nods. “You say that now but in about fifteen minutes you’re not going to think so.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“You’ll see.” He takes my hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world. By the time we make it through the front door, London and Brogan are shut up in their room. The apartment is dark, except for the moonlight streaming through the living room windows.
Archer uses our joined hands to tug me close to him. My breasts brush against his chest and I tip my head back slightly to meet his gaze.
“I thought you didn’t want this.” My pulse is racing, and the words come out husky. The whole ride home felt like foreplay.
“I was trying to do the decent thing. This could be messy, and Brogan might actually kick my ass.”
I slide my hands up over his shoulders and tangle my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. He reaches up and takes off his hat, tossing it to the counter.
“You’re his best friend. He’s not going to kick your ass.”
