Game Saver (3 page)

“So let me get this straight. You . . .” I point to Mac, “have slept with her husband”—I point to Kate—”who’s also Dani, Mia, and Zoe’s brother. You’ve also slept with Zoe’s husband, whose brother is now married to Mia. And Sam is married to Sean, the owner of this club who you . . .” I point to Mac again, “
also
slept with.
All at the same time?
”

Mac grins, Kate giggles, Sam looks at her drink and shakes her head, Dani’s mouth hangs open, Mia and her best friend, Nat, both smirk, and Zoe’s head drops back as she bursts out laughing.

Me? My eyes are bugging out of my head.

“Mia went on a date with Cade, too. Can’t forget that,” Dani adds. My wide eyes snap to Mia, who nods in confirmation.

“It was a one-time thing.”

“You
slept
with him?” I ask, forgetting to even try hiding my feelings about it.

“Hell no. Don’t get me wrong—he’s hot. Fucking scorching, but he’s no Matt,” Mia replies

Breathing a quiet—and hopefully hidden—sigh of relief, I return my attention back to Mac, who might just be my new hero. “How the hell does Superman figure into all of this?”

Mac shrugs and takes another sip of her wine. “He was just Superman. There was nothing else to it.”

I snort, Kate’s eyes go soft, Dani and Zoe grin, Sam rolls her eyes, and Mia makes a gagging noise.

Mac’s gaze drift up to the first-floor mezzanine where the guys are lounging back on the black leather couches, her eyes going soft when they land on her husband.

One look at the male talent on those couches and any woman would cream their pants on sight. They’re like a sexier, down-to-earth, and definitely more realistic Chippendales line up—minus the baby oil and budgie smugglers. Although, I need to ask Dani if her brother, Zander, ever wore a thong when he was stripping. I doubt she’ll tell me though because one of my favorite pastimes is to rile the Roberts’ sisters up by asking them about his former life as a stripper.

On a circular black leather couch sits Mac’s husband, Daniel, Dani’s boyfriend, Zach, Kate’s husband—and Dani, Mia, and Zoe’s brother—Zander, Zoe’s husband, Noah, his brother, Matt, and his best friend, Jase. Rounding out the group is Cade and a blond-haired guy who I haven’t seen before but who’s obviously friends with them.

It took me forever to remember who they all were and how they were all connected to each other when Dani first moved into my apartment. Now, it’s easy . . . except for who’s slept with who. I tried drawing a diagram once, and there were so many lines overlapping that I gave up.

“Do I even want to know what you’re thinking, Abi?” Zoe asks, snapping me out of my imaginings of the nine guys gyrating their hips to “Sex Bomb” by Tom Jones with us girls throwing dollar bills at them.

I jerk my head towards her. “What? You do all know you hit the hot guy jackpot with that lot,” I say, tilting my head towards our audience above.

All the women look up and then laugh. I follow, my gaze locking with Cade’s again and just like before, I feel as if I’m coming out of my skin. One fucking look and he has me squirming in my seat. It might be the alcohol coursing through my veins or just desperation but whatever it is has me fighting to run and jump him.

I remember how good it was with him and am more than aware of how long it’s been since I’ve had sex with anyone other than my hand and toys. The promise—no guarantee—of everything I know his talented mouth, hands, and cock can give me is almost too much to bear. But considering it was a one-time thing ten months ago and he’s never shown any intention of calling by for a repeat, I have to deal with it and move on.

I’m just horny and a little buzzed—that must be it.

“I need another drink,” I mutter, slipping off my stool.

“You alright, Abs?” Dani asks.

“Yeah, just need to re-hydrate.” I can’t tell her that Cade just undressed me with his eyes and drew every single breath of air out of me with that one look.

It was just my luck that the best sex of my life—albeit only one night—would come from a man I met at a bar who happened to be friends with everyone.

Thankfully, Dani is the only one who knows Cade picked me up like a pro and made me sing like an expert choir master.

As fan-fucking-tastic as that night with him was, we both knew what it was and what it never would be.

I look back to the girls. “My round,” I announce before making my way to the ladies first to cool myself down before ordering another tray of shots.

Before I get anywhere close to the bathroom or the bar, Kyle—one of the guys I work at the hotel with—waves me on to the dance floor.

When I’m within arm’s reach, Kyle’s arm shoots out and hooks me around the waist, pulling me into him. I shriek and laugh, my hands coming up to his chest on instinct.

“Hey baby, you’re looking so fucking hot in that dress,” he slurs before burying his face in my neck. As if that wasn’t enough of a hint that he’d been drinking—a lot—the overwhelming smell of bourbon surrounds me.

Kyle and I have hooked up a few times. Was he good with the big cock he was blessed with? Yes. Is he a douche? Yes again. The last time I even looked at him twice was ten months ago. He’s a nice guy with the maturity of a sixteen-year-old who’s just discovered sex. He spreads it far and wide and with as many people as possible. So much so that we’ve started calling him Mr. STD since he caught the syph a few months ago and had to inform all of his recent sexual partners so they could get tested. There was—no word of a lie—ten female staff members who had to get checked out.

Ten different women that he’d bumped uglies with in a three-month period.

Suffice to say, although I hadn’t been naked with him in a very long time, I still brought my yearly physical forward for my own peace of mind.

I knew I was clean though because the last man I’d been with was a certain ER doctor who I’d been discreetly—maybe not so much—eye-fucking since I’d arrived.

With both hands on his chest, I push Kyle backwards, causing him to stagger sideways.

“What the fuck, Abi?” he asks, taking a step towards me.

“Kyle, we’re colleagues—that is that. Just because we slept together pre-STD does
not
give you the right to put your hands on me,” I say indignantly, and because nothing says ‘pissed off woman’ more than a hand on one jutted-out hip, I do just that.

“Woah, babe. Take a chill pill,” he says, squaring his shoulders.

“How about you take a ‘stop being a walking venereal disease’ pill? Oh wait—that’s called antibiotics.”

“You weren’t this much of a cow when you were taking my cock.”

My eyes flick up to the balcony and just my luck, all of the guys are now leaning forward, taking an interest in my situation all of a sudden. Cade’s not there though—he’s standing at the edge of the stairs, like Captain Fantastic waiting to swoop in and save the damsel in distress. Little does he know that I’m not a woman who needs a man to save her.

Knowing Kyle’s drunk and probably won’t remember this in the morning—although I’m hoping the friends he’s with will remind him—I step closer and let my inner bitch fly free.

“I took your cock because you were there, it was big, and I was horny. That was it, Kyle. You were a human sex-toy when I was bored. Unfortunately for you, everyone here knows what used to be your best asset is now more than likely diseased, and any hope you had of getting laid again anytime soon just took a nosedive.”

“Fucking bitch,” he seethes, and makes a move to come at me.

Thankfully, his friends step in front of him just as Sean strides over to us. I step back and nod to him, taking my leave and continue on to the bar, not before sneaking a quick glance to the audience on the balcony to see Cade’s eyes burning into mine, the rest of the gang nodding in approval.

One thing’s for sure—I definitely need a drink or ten now.

An hour later I decide to call it a night, since everyone else has left except Mac and Sam.

I get off my stool and hook my purse strap over my shoulder. “I’m just going to catch a cab home.”

Mac opens her mouth to say something but stops and stares behind me.

“I’ll take you,” Cade’s warm, velvety voice says. A delicious tingle runs down my spine to settle between my legs.

I turn around to look at him. “Thanks, but—”

“It wasn’t a question, Spitfire,” he murmurs, his eyes drifting down to my low-cut dress that shows a
lot
of my God-given boob talents.

“Right . . .” I reply with a small smile, something Mac doesn’t miss.

“Really?” she muses. “Didn’t know you two
knew
each other.” She looks up at Cade. “You sly dog.”

Cade chuckles, and I shoot him a glare. “It’s not—”

Mac puts her hands up. “Hey, I’m not judging.”

It’s then that Daniel comes up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders and giving them a squeeze, his eyes zeroing in on Cade and I standing beside each other. “You two leaving as well?” he asks, nonplussed.

Mac swings her body ‘round to her husband. “You knew?” she accuses him.

“Knew what?” he says with a smirk. “Gorgeous, we’ve got three munchkins to get home to.”

“But—”

“Makenna Winters, I want to get you home,” he says low, his meaning clear as day. Her face transforms from sassy to soft the moment those eight words leave his mouth.

She huffs under her breath and stands up but not before pinning me with her eyes. “We should get together, Abi, and
soon.
”

I grin, knowing she’s going to be like a dog with a bone now. “Sure. Not sure what we’d talk about though,” I reply innocently.

“We’ll find something, I’m sure,” she shoots back.

Cade’s hand lifts to the small of my back, and I shiver before I can stop myself.

Mac’s eyes drop to Cade’s arm then meet mine again. “Yes, we’ll definitely talk.”

Daniel snorts and gives us both a chin-lift before grabbing his wife’s hand and leading her away.

Now I’m alone with Cade, my stomach does joyous somersaults that maybe I won’t have to go home and play with a latex penis tonight.

“Let’s go, Spitfire.”

“Cade . . .” I murmur. I at least want to say something before he drags me home to fuck me senseless—here’s hoping, anyway.

“Glad you remember my name, Abi, because after watching you all night in that dress, I’m looking forward to making you scream it when I’m deep inside you.”

Deciding to make him work for it—just a little—I turn to stand in front of him, my boobs brushing his chest as I go. “You sound rather hopeful, don’t you think?”

“Don’t need to hope when I know it’s a foregone conclusion.”

“What if I’m with someone now?” I retort, shooting him a playful smile and totally giving myself away.

“I’ve been watching you, Spitfire. I saw the drunk idiot try it on and laughed when you set him straight.” He moves in close, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me hard against him, our bodies now plastered together from boobs to pelvis. I’m forced to hold on to his biceps to stay upright—forced . . . unable to stop myself . . . same thing—as he continues his verbal foreplay. “I also know you’ve been eye-fucking me tonight just as much as I’ve been mentally undressing you, and after spending most of the night hard because of you . . .” He drops his forehead to mine and runs his lips along my jaw until he reaches my ear, nipping the skin between his teeth. “I think it’s only fair to ourselves to get lost in each other and share an orgasm or five. What do you say?”

My breathing is hard, like harder-than-his-cock-pressing-into-my-leg hard. My throat is dry, and my body feels like a boiler with a broken thermostat. Just a few words and he has me drenched and ready to ride him dry.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he says, turning the most innocent of comments into the dirtiest of promises.

“You meant home, right?” I ask as he steps back, dropping his fingers to lace with mine and leading me out of the club.

It’s not until we’ve walked down a corridor at the back of the club, past a security guard, and through a staff door that I realize he still hasn’t answered. “Cade?”

“Yeah?” he replies,

“What are we doing?”

“Give me twenty minutes, Spitfire, and if you still don’t know, I’ll know I’m not doing it right.”