Evan's Addiction (6 page)

     After we received our drinks Blake raised his beer glass. “I know
this is Landon’s night, but I have to toast Nic’s success in his first Major
League Lacrosse season. I don’t think anyone can refute that you were an
integral part of taking the Charlotte Hounds all the way to the championships
your first year out with them. A lot of people think the MLL is the bottom of
the barrel for professional sports, but those of us who play it know its one of
the toughest sports out there, and with more exposure it can become more.”

     We all toasted Nic’s championship. The money playing in the MLL
was barely above poverty level so it wasn’t like anyone could make a killing
off of it, but Nic didn’t need the money. He played for the love of the game.
However, down the road being one of the best lacrosse players in the history of
the sport would facilitate in his new sporting business venture.

     Lacrosse talk lasted until our entries arrived. 

     “So Evan, how’s working with Landon’s dad going?” Greg, Maya’s
stepbrother, asked as he dug into the steak the waitress just set in front of
him.

     I leaned back as the second waitress set down my plate of surf and
turf. “Great. I’m so fucking busy I barely have to time to shit, but I love
it.”

     Landon was supposed to have the job I was doing, taking over for
his father as CEO of McKay Electric’s, but it was the last thing he wanted to
do. He’d finally admitted to his dad that his real passion was art, and it was
something he was now pursuing. His art was going to be all over Nic’s sporting
equipment. Landon was still involved in the electrical company though, because
it was his family’s legacy. He’d just become more of a part-time president and
was putting his trust in me to run everything in his place after his father
retired.

     I had basically begged him for the opportunity, but it hadn’t
taken much to convince him because he hadn’t wanted the job. However, I loved
the challenge of it, all the diverse facets of the work, even if at the moment
it was taking up all my time. I can’t remember the last time I’d gotten laid.
No wait, it had been over two months ago right before I graduated. In college
there were girls everywhere throwing themselves at me, but now the only women
available and coming on to me worked for me, and that was not going to happen
since I was their boss.

     In fact, I should really use this weekend to avail myself, and
with that thought my gaze scanned the area.

     Juan’s sudden exclamation redirected my attention from the
selection of females. “Are you seriously telling me that you booked rooms at
the same hotel as Maya? You’re going to totally ditch us and go off to poke
her, aren’t you?”

     “I don’t poke. That makes it sound like I have a needle dick, and
I so don’t.” Landon replied.

     I shook my head while cutting my steak. “Come on, Landon, this was
supposed to be a guy’s night.”

     “Like you weren’t just checking out the possible action in this
room since we stepped in here.” He groused.

     He had me there.

     “I say we all go up there and crash their party making it one big
party, and then after I get my girl shuffled into one of the bedrooms those of
you who don’t have girlfriends can come back down here and find your own entertainment
for the night.” He proposed. “There are enough rooms with both suites for
everybody to have somewhere to crash.”

     It
was
Landon’s party so we all agreed, and there was a
high probability that I would still get laid. I scanned the bar with a practiced
eye looking for a female looking for a good time.

     “Who does she have at her party up there?” Juan asked. “And what I
mean by that question; are there any available women?”

     “There might be one, if she showed up.” Landon answered.

     Noah frowned as if trying to think of who it could be. “Who?”

     “Carrie’s roommate, Shaw.”

     Everything in me froze at the mention of Shaw. I hadn’t seen her
in eight months, since the end of fall courses last year. We’d had several
other lunches together after that one where I asked her out and I’d kept our
exchanges casual and flirty, like they’d been before, but my desire for her
hadn’t disappeared. In fact, it had only grown worse. I’d hook-up with other
girls but they hadn’t been as satisfying, and I’d become bored with them
quicker than usual. Everyone else had seemed even duller after my interaction
with her.  

     “Is this girl beautiful like all the rest of them?” Juan leaned
forward in interest.

     My gut tightened unexpectedly.

     “I’m not sure I like how you phrased that.” Nic glared at him.

     Sporting a smirk Juan tossed his arms up. “What, do I look blind
to you? Your girl is gorgeous; all of them are. Are you seriously getting your
panties in a bunch because I declared it out loud? Put away that jealously for
when it’s actually needed
gringo
. I was asking about the
available
female.”

     Nic pointed his fork at Juan. “I’ve been watching you. Your gaze
lingers a little too long on Carrie.”

     Juan laughed and looked at his cousin, Lon. “I want it in writing
now that if I ever get like him…kill me.”

     Snorts erupted around the table. Nic gave him one last glare, but
there was a small twitch to his lips that said he recognized he was going
overboard in his possessiveness.

     “So, this other female; cute, hot, smoking?” Juan reiterated. 

     Another clenching of my abdomen.

     “When we go up you can decide yourself, and good luck with her
because she doesn’t take shit from anyone.” Nic snorted in a way that said he
was looking forward to seeing Juan put in his place.

     Would she put him in his place, or would she take him up on his
offer? She’d said ‘
no’
to me, but would Greg, Blake, or any of the Cruz brothers
interest her.

     Twenty-five minutes later we were in front of the door to the
girl’s suite and my blood was running hot, nerves jumping, at the prospect at
seeing Shaw. There was no denying that I was looking forward to being in her
presence again.

     As soon as we had stepped off the elevator we could hear the music,
and now standing at the door loud yelling and laughter could be heard from
inside.

     “I thought there were only six girls in there. That sounds like
more than six.” Noah frowned at the door. “I mean, I’m the first to admit
Amanda can get loud, but shit, it sounds like there are twenty people in
there.”

     “You have to do it harder, and snap your wrist.” We looked around
at each other with raised eyebrows and confusion at the yelling coming from
behind the door.  “Oh my god, yes. That was perfect.”  

     “That was Nadia.” Seth grumbled. 

     Landon pounded on the door, and then again louder. Five seconds
later it opened and an unfamiliar female, mid-twenties, stood there in what
appeared to be the hotels uniform, looking extremely disheveled.

     “Can I help you?” At seeing us she began fidgeting with her
uniform attempting to straighten it.

     My attention went over this woman’s head and latched on a certain
red head that stood out like a living flame. Holy shit! She looked even more
incredible than I remember, or imagined. Shaw’s hair was loose, a riot of wild,
thick curls streaming down to the middle of her back, and she was in a tight
black camisole showcasing firm hand-sized breasts supported by a red bra…I
could tell it was red by the shoulder straps and lacy cups that were peeking
out from the top of the black cami…and a pair of girly black boxer shorts that
had a big smiley face on the ass.

     My cock was fully erect in two seconds flat.

     I didn’t think it could any more painful, but then Shaw threw
something and did a little dance, jump, and twirl. Her breasts jiggled, her ass
wiggled, and her hair swung. Oh god, I was about to prove that it was possible
to come from just watching a chick move.

     “Maya!” Landon called out storming into the room.

     We all followed at his heels, and twelve females halted in
whatever they were doing to stare at us in surprise.

     “Landon!” Maya screamed running towards him. She jumped and he
caught her in his arms as she straddled him. Then she was kissing the hell out
of him.

     Amanda, Nadia, Carrie, and Gabby all did the same thing to their
partners.

     That left Shaw standing there all by herself as six female hotel
staff members shuffled to the wayside. Her shocked eyes were fixed solely on
me, which I found exceedingly gratifying. That pull, that incredible electrical
charge that zipped between us from before, it was still there and as strong as
ever…maybe stronger.

     “What are you doing here, Sweetie?” Maya gasped when she came up
for air.

     “I missed you. Are you having fun?” He moved further into the
room, Maya still straddling him, to plop down on the sofa. She was wearing a
similar outfit to Shaw’s, all the girls were, except for the staff of course.

     Surprisingly, the sight of their barely covered chests and asses
caused no blip on my attraction radar. My hard-on was all for Shaw, and I
headed straight for her.

     “Shaw, you’re so hot I could roast my meat on you, baby.” My line
came out naturally and more growly than usual, and the boner in my pants would
be noticed by a blind person. Her gaze locked on it for a second and a crimson
blush suffused her skin from head to toe.

     “Sorry Evan, my BBQ only accepts large cuts of meat, not petite.”
She shot back.

     Swiveling she marched over to the bar and my eyes locked on her
firm ass as I stalked after her. The ends of her hair swishing against the
small of her back also grabbed my attention. The girl had been hiding a lot
behind her loose, long t-shirts. She was five foot seven, long and tight, with
just the right amount of graspable curves. Shit, and those legs!

     Shaw ordered a beer from the female bartender and I repeated the
order when I stepped up next to her. Shaw peeked up at me with a shy, drunken
grin that was adorable, but peculiar since this was familiar to us. Normally
alcohol would make people less inhibited about the shit they said.

     Leaning over I murmured in her ear. “Want to play Barbie. I’ll be
Ken and you can be the box I come in.”

     The blush that had been slowly diminishing blazed up again, but
her grin widened. “I’d rather play J.I. Jane and rip off that tiny stick that’s
pointing at me.”

     I chuckled and looked down at my obvious erection. “You must me
drunk, because that is neither petite nor tiny.”

     “Hey Shaw, Carrie finally badgered you into coming, did she?” Nic
stepped up to the bar flanking Carrie’s back. He was suddenly shirtless, and
Carrie suddenly had on more clothes.

     Shaw turned her bright grin on Nic and I was peeved at his
interruption, and the grin she was throwing away on him. “She did; badgered,
and badgered, and badgered. I was thinking that if I caved this one time I
might get some respite from it for several more months, but I am having a
really good time.” She patted Carrie’s cheek merrily.

     Nic’s brows shot up. “How much alcohol have you had?”

     Shaw exhaled with wide cheerful eyes. “Lots.”

     I grinned at her manner. She was endearingly drunk.

     He snorted. “You should think about drinking all the time. You’re
a lot nicer when you drink.”

     She sighed again shaking her head. “I know, but I’m an alcoholic.
I only went off the wagon for the party tonight and Carrie being on my ass to
have fun.” She chugged her beer.

     I stared at her in shock, while Nic and Carrie did the same.

     Shaw lowered the bottle and slapped the bar top with a snort. “I’m
just shitting you. I’m not an alcoholic.” Carrie smacked her arm, hard. “Oww!”
Shaw pouted.

     My shock turned to relief, to laughter, to intense arousal at that
pout. Fuuuckk, this woman grabbed me by the fucking balls.

     “I can’t believe you made me think that for even a second.” Carrie
complained drunkenly.

     “You deserve it for the pestering.” Shaw retorted tipsily.

     “Hey, what’s with the mattress and knives?” Juan asked walking up.

     His gaze tracked Shaw from head to toe in appreciation. If I had
hackles they would have risen. 

     “I was teaching the girls how to throw a knife.” Nadia stated, curling
up in Seth’s lap in a chair. At some point he’d somehow gotten some sweats on
her. “I’ll cover the cost of that mattress, Landon.”

     “Don’t worry about it.” Landon mumbled from Maya’s neck. 

     I noted that Juan wasn’t the only one eyeballing Shaw; Blake and
the other two brothers were ogling her goods as well. Greg was too but at least
his gaze seemed more appreciative than hungry. Sweats were sounding like a good
idea, and one of those long shirts she liked. Why I cared I don’t know, but I didn’t
like the way any of them were looking at her. Juan’s two brothers were making
their way over, eyes bright with interest. 

     Grabbing Shaw’s hand I dragged her away. “What room are you in?”

     Her heels dug in. “Whoa there ‘jumping the gun’.”

     Damn, her wit was stimulating, and I’d fucking missed it. “I just
want you to put more clothes on, Shaw.”

     Her feet lifted. “Oh, okay. That’s different from what you usually
say.”

     I chuckled. Being near her again had my body humming with energy,
an energy only she seemed to bring out in me; vigor I normally only experienced
engaging in high risk stunts and business.

     Shaw took the lead and led us down the hallway to one of the
bedrooms. Moving to the chair in the corner she rummaged through a backpack and
pulled out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that read:
I may be wrong but it’s
highly unlikely
.