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“I don’t know?—”
“Come on, everyone’s staying for another round, and you should too.”
Don’t go.
“Fine. I’ll have one more drink?—”
That knot in my stomach finally loosens, but the reprieve is temporary. Jett stalks toward me, and every step closer has my pulse thrumming hard. I swear I see sparks of fire in his green eyes, and I can’t look away.
“As long as it comes with one apology.”
I shake my head.
“It’s going to take more than one drink for me to do that.”
CHAPTER 7
ETHAN
Imotion for Jett to walk ahead of me, and I’m so stupidly excited that he’s not leaving that I’m practically bouncing off the walls. I’m going to crack the code that is Jett Hawthorne, no matter what it takes. I’ve decided that by the end of this night, we’re going to be friends. I’m determined, and that’s that.
It’s like when I’m on the ice, I always follow my gut when it comes to offensive plays; I find the opening, I fight hard, and I don’t let up. It’s the same with any goal I want to accomplish in my life.
Only, something tells me that with Jett I’m going to have fight harder than ever.
My eyes, however, have a different agenda to my brain, and I can’t help but stare at Jett’s ass as he stalks down the hallway. Not just his ass. It’s the way he carries himself, confident and maybe even a little bit cocky even though I don’t think that’s who he always is. Like on the soccer field today when Renner showed up. Jett was upset and embarrassed, and even though he was vulnerable, he stood his ground. I don’t really know Jett, but from what I’ve gleaned so far, he’s full of contradictions, and that’s what I find interesting.
But admiration for someone doesn’t always result in a boner. I’ve never been distracted like this before, and honestly, I don’t know what’s more shocking: that I’m suddenly lusting after a guy or that I could stare at Jett for hours and never want to look anywhere else.
I quickly palm my phone and text Willow, one of my hookups. This problem with my dick will be solved after the party. A round of uncomplicated sex is exactly what I need to take the edge off.
“Tell me about growing up in Nevada,” I manage to say as I follow him, leaving enough distance between us so we don’t touch.
Even though my body is begging me to slide up beside him and brush his shoulder with mine.
What if he turned and leaned into me? What would his lips taste like?
Goosebumps pop up all over my body as I ignore my base instincts and try to make small talk. It’s not easy when all the blood in my body is rushing south to my cock.
“I’ve only been to Vegas once, but it blew my mind,” I add.
Ugh, poor choice of words.
Jett lets out his telltale husky laugh—the one that could get him laid anytime, anyplace—and I can’t help but walk faster.
“Nevada’s a lot more than casinos and neon lights,” he replies and stops short, turning to look at me. “It’s sunlit deserts, snow-capped mountains, and even the odd lake here and there.”
“That sounds awesome.”
I try to act cool, but my voice cracks. Jesus, where is my game tonight?
“There are plenty of snakes and critters too.”
“Not as awesome, but still interesting,” I chuckle. “So,Jackson mentioned you live on a ranch. What’s it called? How big is it?”
“It’s called the Silver Feather and it’s just over a thousand acres.”
“Wow, that’s massive.”
