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“No deal, Caufield.”
Will smiled. I hated when Will properly smiled because it was so infrequent that when he did, every axel shifted. His teeth were perfectly straight and perfectly white, and he had a slight dimple that appeared on his right cheekbone.
“Come on, Riley. I gave you three of the best orgasms of your life this week.”
“Do you want me to give you a hand job right now to even things up?”
“You know I don’t keep score, Dover.”
A challenge and a promise rolled into one.
Will had always been generous in that department. Healwaysgot me off first, and he never cared about how long it took. It was like my body was a hockey play he was trying to master, and he was a patient, persistent, perfectionist.
When two girls exited the bathroom, Will reached for my arm and tugged me closer so we wouldn’t be separated. His familiar cologne drifted off him, the combination of that and the unique scent of him muddling my senses. He smelt incredibly fresh in this seedy establishment.
This close to him, the air in this hallway was suddenly too stifling. I could barely see straight let alone think straight.
“Are you seeing anyone?” he asked.
I should’ve told him yes and saved face, but I didn’t have the capacity to lie about this.
Forcing myself to look up at him, I shook my head, causing the loose waves Brooklyn had curled into my hair to tumble over my shoulders. I didn’t return the question to Will because I couldn’t stomach the answer.
“Am I out of your system?” he checked.
I shook my head again.
“Good. Because you’ve never been out of mine.”
He was saying the right things, but they were also the wrong things. Mine and Will’s breakup had shaken my world. While he wasn’t proposing a relationship, there was no way my heart would get through this unscathed. We had too much history to attempt casual.
I somehow managed to mumble the words, “I should get back.”
Will nodded, but his hold on me didn’t waver. He stroked his thumb along my leg, where my outfit barely hit my mid-thigh. I instantly regretted the short black dress Marnie and Brooklyn had talked me into wearing. Turtlenecks and oversized sweats needed to be my new ammo around Will.
It wasn’t just sexual tension that clouded my judgement around him though. There was almost a tenderness that still existed, one that had developed over our relationship and one that only those closest to Will knew he possessed. He was protective, and attentive, and thoughtful, and understanding.
Despite us being a thing of a past, I knew those things still existed. If I was to tell Will a sleazy guy had hit on me, I knew he’d beat the guy to a pulp. That alone was justification to back out of this, because it would never bejust sexwith us. It was more complicated.
“I – I can’t do this again,” I whispered.
Slipping from his grasp while I still had the courage, I hurried away, feeling the heavy gaze of Will on me the entire time.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Will wishes
WILL
I returned to the booth the guys were sitting at, eyeing the empty cans and bottles. I hated to think of the bill we’d racked up. Table service was deadly.
The four of us couldn’t exactly sneak off alone given tonight’s win, so the entire team was here. Tripp had succeeded in keeping it just guys though. There wasn’t a girlfriend in sight.
Only exes.
Glancing across the club, I spotted Riley heading towards the exit with Tanner Holbeck in toe. Proposing a casual hook up with her was insane. Blame the liquid courage that had me suggesting it. But it was also insane how much my game had improved since hooking up with her again. Levi was right. I needed to loosen up, and nobody helped me better than Riley. I was comfortable with her, and I loved having sex with her. It was a win-win.
A casual hook up with a random girl wouldn’t meet the bar. I wanted Riley Dover. There’d be a fall out from it, sure. But in my eyes, it was worth it. If today could even happen one more time, it would keep me going for weeks.
