Jock: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (44 page)

I
take
a sip of the whiskey in my hand, sinking back in my hotel bed and staring up at the ceiling as I let the liquid fire slip down my throat.

Perfect.

All of a sudden, the phone buzzes in my hand, and I can feel my pulse jump as I glance down at it.

I scowl.

It’s not Hailey, it’s fucking
Meredith
.

It’s followed by her room number.

I take another swig and shake my head. Fucking hell, this woman is forward. Actually, a little
too
forward even for me. I frown into the whiskey. Sure, I could go over there and make that happen. She’s right down the damn hall, and I know I could do whatever I wanted to her - take her any way I please.

Or hell, even with that being the utterly
terrible
idea it is, I could head back to the party downstairs and find something young and strange for the night so I could fuck Hailey right out of my head.

Damnit.

I’m done fucking around with this and glancing at my phone
waiting
for a damn text message from some girl.

I’m taking matters into my own hands.

I take my phone out and hammer out a quick text to her.

I scroll back up to the picture of her in that dress and scowl. Yeah, a girl that looks like
that
at a damn meat-market of whatever college party she’s at is going to have
no
fucking problem at all finding some “fun” if she wants to.

The rage burns like a fuse inside my gut, my eyes narrowing as I grit my teeth and glare into the bottle in my hands. I think of Hailey out at a bar or dancing in some frat house party, and I want to fucking
destroy
any piece of shit that touches her. I imagine some fucking scumbag fratboy sucking tequila off her bare stomach, chatting her up, dancing with her with his fucking hands on her.

Kissing her.

Fucking her.

I see red mist then as the rage almost comes roaring out of me. I’m going fucking insane with the thought of her like that. I can feel the blood pounding hot like lead through my veins, I can
feel
the sound of my teeth grinding together, and I swear I could crush the damn bourbon bottle right here in my bare hand.

And that’s when there’s a knock on the door.

“You look a little tense there, big guy,” Meredith is wearing a trench coat and black stilettos, and she grins coyly when I yank the door open.

“I’m fine,” I say evenly, slowly letting the air out and trying to get the rage to subside inside.

She puts on this fake pouty duck-face. “I was worried that you weren’t getting any cell reception in your room, since you never replied.” She arches her brow, stepping into my room and running her hand over my shirt. “You never
knocked
either,” she husks into my ear as she leans in.

I frown and shake my head before I reach down, grab her hand, and move it back to her side. “That isn’t happening, Meredith.”

She grins and bats her eyes in this way that
should
be getting me hard as a rock. Except now I’ve got Hailey tangled up and twisted inside my head, and it only pisses me off.

“
What’s
not happening?” she giggles again before she suddenly pulls at the tie of her trench coat and lets it fall open.

Apparently, she didn’t find anything at all to wear to go
with
those heels.

My jaw tightens.

She grins as she puts her hand back on my chest and slides it down to my belt as she tries to lean into my neck.

“Keep your fucking hands off me,” I hiss, shaking her off and leveling my eyes at her.

Meredith arches a brow as she makes a face at me. “You’re not a closet case or something, are you?” She shrugs, “I mean,
that
would make one hell of a story, you know.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “No, Meredith, I just don’t mix my personal and public life.”

“
Fine,
” she says coolly, pulling her coat shut and tightening the belt. She turns abruptly on her heel and starts walking away. “Your loss.”

I roll my eyes as I shut the door.

My phone buzzes a second later from the bed.

I start to grin as I re-read the sloppy, drunk-looking text from Hailey. But then another thought hits me, and then I’m growling as I start to wonder who she’s drunk
with
.

I’m still scowling at the phone, trying to think of something to write back - or
if
I should even write back - when another one comes through.

I smirk as my thumb dances over the keyboard.

I yank my shirt off and lay back on the bed as the phone buzzes back instantly.

I’m grinning as I stare at the phone, trying to imagine her with a boozy glow on her face and a flush to her cheeks as she sends me one-eye-closed texts.

I snort.

I text her back as I take another sip of booze. The phone buzzes instantly.

I can
feel
the dull heat thud through my veins as my eyes narrow at her text. I can
feel
the rage churning inside.

I scowl, and I’m about ready to hurl the phone against the wall and head down to Meredith’s room to make some horrible decisions when the picture comes through, and I immediately start to laugh.

The picture is a
very
drunk looking Hailey, her face flushed and shiny from the camera-phone flash, her eyes sparkling, and her perfect, pouty lips pulled back in a grin. She’s in her dorm room, and she looks fucking
amazing
in that sinfully hot outfit.

But what makes me laugh is that the “cute boy” she’s with is about fifteen pounds of scowling brown fur.

It’s her dad’s damn cat.

I shoot the text back, snorting a laugh.

I chuckle as I sit on the edge of the bed and scroll back to the picture of her, zooming to cut Beasley out and growling as my eyes drift over her.

She’s flushed and sweating slightly from whatever college dance party she’s just come from, and
fuck
does she look good in that skirt. Her tits look
glorious
, her cleavage just pressing up enough out of her top to get my dick stirring between my legs as I drink it in. I zoom a little closer, growling as I focus on the hard little points of her nipples poking through the shirt, and the thought of Hailey’s perfect, bare breasts under that skimpy top has my cock rapidly thickening.

I grin as I fire off the text, even if I
am
rolling my eyes at myself for sitting here like a douche waiting for a girl to fucking
text me
back.

A second one follows.

I laugh -
pretty boy?
But hey, fuck it. I quickly stand, drop my jeans, and kick them off. I hold the phone in front of me and snap a quick shot of my shirtless torso before shooting it her way.

I grin as my cock throbs hard between my legs. Jesus, she’s straight-out flirting with me.

And fuck if I’m not gonna run with it.

I reach down and slip my cock out of my boxers, groaning as I wrap my hand around it and give it a slow tug.

A minute goes by, followed by another and then a third. I roll my eyes as I stand and toss the phone onto the bed - this is ridiculous. Hailey is drunk, and messing with me, and I’m sitting here stroking my cock to fucking
text messages
.

I’m reaching for my pants when the phone rings.

“
Incredibly
bored,” I say dramatically when I answer the call.

Hailey giggles. “Awww, poor baby. Are all those skanks just not up to the task of humoring you?” Her voice is quick, like she’s still catching her breath.

“Boring as shit,” I sigh, making her giggle again. “Do you have Beasley at your dorm?”

“Heather went with Dad to the game, and they were worried about him since they’re spending the night.”

“He’s a
cat
.”

“Well cats get lonely, now
don’t they,
Beasley-boy?” Hailey finishes in a sing-song voice. She sighs that drunk sort of sighing breath that comes from two drinks too many. “Anyway, I went to Roxie’s dance party next door, and now I’m back, hanging with my new boyfriend.”

I grin. “What, no guys catching your eye at Roxie’s party?”

Hailey snorts. “Not
exactly
that type of crowd, apparently.”

“The fun type?”

“The type with guys.”

I laugh. “And how
was
ladies night?”

“I could never hear another Sleater-Kinney song and die happy.”

I laugh again as I lean back on the bed, feeling better than I have all fucking night.

“Anyways, where are
you?
Aren’t you supposed to be doing tequila shots off of boobs and getting some girl pregnant or something?”

“Demanding thing, aren’t you,” I say with a grin.

“Oh you have
no
idea.”

There’s a moment of silence, and I debate saying what I’m about to say for about half a second before I just shrug and toss it out there.

Hey, worst case scenario, she hangs up.

“So what was this about you being over-dressed?”

I can hear her snort over the phone, and I can practically
feel
that glowing pink heat in her cheeks, can almost
see
her hand as I’m sure it goes to twirl in and toy with the tendrils of her hair.

“Well why do you think I just left the party and came back here?”

My brow shoots up as my cock throbs.
Well this just got interesting.

“You’re a little too good at this, you know,” I growl.

“At what?”

“Playing the tease,” I say, calling her bullshit.

“Who says I’m teasing?” She says, her voice husky and smoky and full of something raw that gets my blood pounding.

“Me. I’m callin’ it right now.”

“Care to wager on that?”

I laugh. “On what, you being a tease? Darlin, I’ll take whatever bet you want to make on that.”

“Tsk-tsk, Mr. Cole,” she says teasingly into the phone. “Play nice.”

“No promises.”

She laughs quietly, and I’m just about to change the subject away from this obvious fake-out, when her voice cuts across again. “Fifty bucks says I’m not teasing.”

She very quickly has my undivided attention.

“Fifty, huh? And what exactly is the bet?”

There’s a muffled sound and then Hailey giggles. “Too late, you just lost.”

I laugh. “I’m not sure I like this game.”

“Oh, you would if you were here, trust me.”

I frown. “And why’s that, darlin?”

“Because I just took my top off.”

Oh, shit.

I sit up straight, feeling my blood pumping thick in my veins and my cock throbbing hard between my legs.

She giggles at my silence. “How’s that for just teasing?”

I swallow the lump in my throat as I reach down and wrap my hand around my cock. I think about how fucking perfect her tits looked in that skimpy tank top and then imagine her pulling it off her head, her hair catching in it briefly before cascading back over her shoulders and her now bare, perky breasts.

“I would say it just took teasing to a whole new level, actually,” I mutter, groaning slightly as I stroke my cock. “Besides, I’m still calling bullshit.”

She laughs, “Oh really?”

“Yup. If I just lost fifty bucks, I’m going to need some proof.”

She snorts out a laugh, but then goes quiet.

“One sec.”

No fucking way.
The line goes quiet again and I sit there in the silence of the room still not quite believing any of this is actually going to happen.

“I hope you’re sitting down,” she giggles into the phone, and I suddenly feel it buzz in my hands with a text. I take it away from my ear and swap to my message app, and my jaw about hits the floor.

Holy fucking shit
.

It’s Hailey, utterly naked from the navel to her grinning lips, and she is Goddamn
perfect
. Her flawless skin shimmers with a slight sheen of sweat from dancing, and my eyes immediately go to her perky tits, high and swollen on her chest.

She giggles over the phone, making my cock throb even harder in my hand. “What do you think?”

“I think all
sorts
of very,
very
dirty things, actually,” I growl.

I can hear her breath catching over the phone.

“Well I hate to break it to you, darlin, but you’re still overdressed,” I say, smirking.

“Oh is that so?” She giggles again. “And how overdressed
am
I?”

I quickly push my briefs down my legs and kick them away. “Hey, I’m just wearin’ a smile over here, sweetheart.”

There’s a beat before she blows air out of her lips. “Bullshit.”

“Care to make another wager?”