My mouth actually waters.
Did I mention this is a PJ party? Yup yup, I haven’t had sex in nearly
five months and I’m kicking off junior year at a party where every single
woman in attendance is wearing next to nothing. I never claimed to be
smart.
“She’s smokin’,” I tell Matt. “Go make a move.”
“I would, but…” He lets out a grumbling sound. “She’s checking you
out.”
“Well, I’m closed for business,” I answer with a shrug. “Feel free to go
over there and tell her that.” I poke him good-naturedly on the arm. “I’m
sure she’ll view you as an adequate consolation prize.”
“Ha! Fuck off. I’m nobody’s second choice. If she’s not dying to hook
up with me, I’d way rather find someone who is. I don’t need to compete
for a woman’s attention.”
This is why I like Matt—he’s competitive on the ice, but off of it he’s
really decent. I’ve been playing hockey my entire life, and I’ve had
teammates who wouldn’t even blink at stealing another guy’s girl, or even
worse, hooking up with her behind his back. I’ve played with guys who
treat our hockey groupies as disposable, who’ve shared girls like Tic Tacs.
Guys with zero respect and terrible judgment.
But at Briar, I’m fortunate to play with some stand-up dudes. Sure, no
roster is without a douchebag or two, but for the most part my teammates
are good guys.
“Yeah, I don’t think it’ll be too hard,” I agree. “The brunette at two
o’clock is already boning down with you in her head.”
His brown eyes widen in appreciation as they land on the curvy girl in
the short white nightie. Her cheeks flush when their gazes meet and then
she smiles shyly and raises her cup in a silent toast.
Matt abandons me without a backward glance. I don’t blame him.
The living room is packed with girls in lingerie and guys in Hugh
Hefner pajamas. I hadn’t known this was a theme event, so I’m in cargo
shorts and a white wife-beater, and I’m good with that. Most of the dudes
around me look ridiculous in their get-ups.
“Having a good time?” The music is blaring, but it’s not loud enough
that I don’t hear the girl. The one Matt had originally been checking out.
“Yeah. Nice turnout.” I shrug. “DJ is pretty good.”
She sidles up closer. “I’m Gina.”