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He shrugs nonchalantly. “Rich people don’t stay rich by blowing money, Rome. You should know that.”
My jaw hurts from clenching it. Don’t get me wrong, I like women in short shorts like the next guy, but this place? Not even near somewhere I feel comfortable. I’m at least ten years older than most of the people in this room. Yet another reminder of why I can’t have the college girl I can’t seem to get off my damn mind.
Chaney stops walking as we get to the bar and turns to me. “Look, you need to relax. And what better way to relax than a night out. Right? Let’s have some drinks, meet some bunnies, and remove the hockey stick from your ass for five seconds. Make sure it’s not becoming a permanent part of your body.”
“I’m about two seconds from sticking that stick upyourass, rookie.” He’s right though. I could maybe unwind some, quit being a moody asshole. I roll my eyes and give him a small smirk. “Fuck it. Let’s get some beers. Find a table.”
With a clap on my back, his grin widens. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
After waiting for our beers, we grab the bottles and head through the crowd, mostly keeping our heads down to not attract attention.
That’s part of the reason I hate going to places like this. It’s next to impossible to blend in. Here, I’m the Playboy Playmaker, all-star goalie. The one everybody wants a piece of.
Chaney finds a table at the back, and he sets the beers down, sliding into the booth.
“Shit, I should’ve come here sooner. Look at her.” He points toward a girl wearing nearly assless blue jean chaps. She’s got a pair of bright pink cheeky shorts underneath.
One hundred percent his type. I give him all of five minutes before he’s on his way over to her.
I take a pull of the cold, crisp beer, my eyes scanning the crowd, landing on a short blonde with wide hips and a familiar ass that has been on repeat in my mind for the last few weeks.
The girl my dick is obsessed with.
The girl with the soft little breathy moans that I still hear every time I close my eyes and fist my cock in the shower.
Of course she’d be here because that’s exactly something that would happen to me.
The universe is dangling the one thing I can’t have in front of me, even though there’s nothing else I want more.
Her curvy, soft body moves with the music, her hands in the air as she sways in sync with the rhythm. Her eyes are tightly shut, and some asshole stands behind her, his hips too fucking close to hers as they dance.
Fuck me.
“Who are you staring at?” Chaney asks, pulling me from my thoughts, reminding me that he’s still here.
“No one.”
I didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that Caroline is here or that I got caught staring at her in the first place. As far as the guys know, I’m purged of all things my coach’s daughter.
I’m supposed to be pretending this didn’t happen when, in fact, I’m doing the opposite.
Supposed to be staying away from her, and that’s not happening either.
I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s like she’s on constant repeat through my thoughts, even more so knowing that I’ll never get the opportunity to touch her again. Not like that night.
“Okay, if you say so. I’m going to get Mrs. Chaps’ number.” He slides out of the booth, leaving me alone with the half-drunk beer and the thoughts that really shouldn’t even be crossing my mind right now.
I watch as Caroline and the douchebag slide into a booth across the room, and he smiles as he scoots in even closer to her.
Every time he reaches out to touch her, my teeth grind.
It’s not like I have any say over who touches her, but the thought of another guy putting his hands on her, and touching her the way that I did, makes me fucking crazy.
I’m already fucking crazy for feeling like this.
Before long, my jaw aches from clenching it so hard. My beer has gone warm, and I haven’t bothered to pay attention to where Chaney went. My eyes haven’t left her.
The last straw is when he leans in, as if he’s going to kiss her, his fingers sliding along the expanse of her arm, and I can’t take it anymore. I stand from my booth and walk over to them before I even think about what it is I’ll fucking say once I get there.
