Broken and Screwed (BS #1)(46)

“You can thank Angie.”

She grinned and giggled, but Justin’s hand was on the small of her back. His fingers flexed in a possessive hold as he gave her a wolf whistle. “Nathan, I like you, man, but you better not comment on my woman.”

“Noted.”

“Good.”

The two shared a smirk as we came to the elevators.

Angie rolled her eyes at me and I grinned, but then the doors slid open and everything stopped.

Jesse stared back at me; his eyes widened as he took in my dress, but then he was jostled forward as his teammates pushed him out the door. Cord whistled at me, “Looking good, Street Girl.”

“Street girl?” Angie threw me a frown.

Then Camden stepped around Jesse and threw his hand out. “Can I please meet you again? Hunt, tell me we’re hanging out with your girl tonight? Please, tell me we are.”

Another guy snickered, “This the girl who was hiding in the closet? I wish I’d stuck around.”

“Yeah, right. You pissed your pants when coach came out in the hallway.”

“Shut up, Wiscers.”

“You shut up, pu**y.”

Jesse stepped closer as Justin threw his hand out. “Thanks, man, for the IDs.”

I did the double take now. “You got them for us?”

Jesse shrugged. “Who else do you guys know here?”

Angie was transfixed by one of the guys and I saw her mouth the word, ‘closet?’ before she narrowed her eyes at me.

“Nathan.” Jesse gave him a brisk nod.

Eric had stiffened at the sight of him, but gave him the same gesture. “Hunt.”

And then Jesse turned his back on him, towards me. It was smoothly and perfectly done, and it was more effective because of it. He’d cut him out of the conversation. I knew Eric registered the insult when his jaw clenched, but he didn’t combat it. He even stepped further back.

“I texted you.” He dropped his voice so only I could hear him. His fingers touched my arm and he urged me back, away from the group. “Where are you guys going tonight?”

I had read the two messages quickly, but that was when Eric had approached me. I hadn’t had time to really think about what he had asked. I frowned now. “You knew we were going out tonight?”

“Yeah, I figured. Houston reached out to me about the fakes this afternoon. I can’t go out late tonight, but I thought I’d come for awhile.”

I blinked at all that information. So he’d known where I was the whole time, who I was with. “That’s why you didn’t text me today.”

“You were with your friends.”

“And you didn’t want to pull me away from them?”

He gave me a wolfish grin. “If I had, you know what we’d be doing all day.”

Another shiver wracked through my body, one that had my every cell tingling in anticipation. I almost groaned from the dark thoughts that were going on in my mind, but bit my lip and held it back. My voice came out husky, “Jesse.”

His finger was rubbing up and down my arm. He grinned at the torment he was causing and slipped an arm around my waist to pull me close. As he bent close, I closed my eyes. I could feel his breath against my skin and waited for the feel of his lips, but then Angie’s voice came out loud. “Are you ready, Alex?”

Jesse froze and then hissed through his teeth. He pulled away. I caught the dark look he gave my best friend, but then he released me and stepped away. The effort seemed to cost him; he glared at Angie again. “Really, Russo?”

A heated look flashed in her eyes as she raised her chin in the air. “Really, Hunt.”

A different promise was smoldering in his depths.

Justin watched the exchange, but moved away from Angie’s hold. “You coming with us, Hunt?”

“Justin,” she hissed.

He ignored her. “We’re going to some clubs. The girls wanted to dance.”

Camden had been quiet, but he cleared his throat now. “Most of the team is going to Haze for a couple hours, but we can’t be out late. We have our game tomorrow.”

Another guy spoke up, “Yeah, if we don’t get a full eight hours of sleep Coach will kill us.”

“We wouldn’t want to trouble you guys. I’m sure you have all sorts of tramps to hang out with.”

“Angie.” I glared at her.

She shrugged. “Really.”

Camden had been frowning at her when he caught the glare Jesse sent her way. He stepped forward again. “That’s no problem. We have a reservation and everything. No waiting line. Some private dancing area all to yourselves. I know they tend to cater to the girls too, but if you don’t want to go there with us, that’s no problem.”

Angie’s smile turned frosty, the heat increasing in her eyes.

Justin coughed as he turned away from her. “Yeah, man. We’re all for it.”

“Justin,” she hissed again and tried to grab for him.

He evaded her reach easily. “I don’t suppose you guys are ready to go?”

Jesse had been silent next to me. He spoke up now, his gaze hard as he lingered on Camden first and then on Angie. “We’re ready.”

“Oh, great,” my best friend muttered. Everyone heard, but no one responded.