Overtime(98)

“Come on. A quickie. It’ll take two seconds maybe, and I swear, I’ll put you back together,” he begged playfully and she rolled her eyes.

“One, I don’t know if I can get this dress back on, and two, I work here, Jordie. No!” She was trying to be mad, she was, but she wasn’t committed to it yet. He may be annoying her, but she loved every second of it. He knew because her nipples were hard and, man, how he wanted to put one or both in his mouth.

Jesus, he wasn’t gonna make it.

“I work here too, it’s okay. I’ll bring the Cup home for Elli to make up for all the sex I’m gonna have all over this arena,” he said. And when Phillip Anderson looked over at him laughing, Kacey groaned.

“Will you hush!” she demanded.

Taking ahold of her waist, he brought her back hard against his chest. His cock rested against her ass as he chuckled into her neck. “Your fault, it should be illegal for you to be this hot.”

Closing her eyes, she grinned as she shook out of his arms. “You’re making me blush. Stop.”

“You’re making me hard,” he whispered against her neck. “Please don’t ever stop.”

Looking over at him, she shook her head, but she wasn’t mad. She was loving it. Moving her hair behind her ear, he nibbled on her lobe, feeling her grin against his cheek. “Since you’re making it hard for me to walk right now, just know, you won’t be walking tomorrow.” Pulling away, he chuckled at her shocked face as he asked, “Want something to drink?”

Looking at him incredulously, she nodded her head. “Water. Ice water, please,” she muttered before turning and heading toward where Lacey and Karson were. As he watched her ass move side to side, he bit his knuckle to keep from groaning.

God, she was hot.

And all his.

“Damn, please tell me that’s not your girlfriend,” Benji Paxton said from his left. Looking over at him, Jordie grinned like a fool, nodding his head.

“That is, and also our trainer.”

“No way!” he gasped, his head falling to the side. “When did she get that hot? And also, way to go, bro. She’s killer.”

Jordie nodded, shaking his hand. “Some would object to our appreciative talk of my girlfriend.”

“Are you part of that some?” he asked and Jordie thought for a moment.

“Nope, she’s f*cking hot and all mine.”

Benji laughed as he nodded. “Lucky bastard.”

“I am,” he said, taking two cups of water from the waiter. “Whatcha drinking?”

“Pop with no alcohol whatsoever,” Benji said with a grin. “Eleven years sober.”

Jordie nodded. “Hundred twenty-seven days sober for me.”

“Ah, my sobriety brother, great job and way to go. The first hundred days are tough, but the year will fly by,” he said excitedly and Jordie’s heart sped up.

“Really? Did you relapse?”

“Nope, never, but those first hundred take a toll. How long was rehab for you?”

“Ninety.”

“Oh, awesome. Did you do, like, a stay-in one or just meetings?”

“Both,” Jordie said, taking a sip. “Sucked ass.”

“I know. I did the same, but only for thirty. That’s why the hundred was tough for me, but you can do it, dude. Don’t lose faith.”

“Thanks, bro,” Jordie said, grinning. “I’m only a little bit nervous. If I fail, I let down a lot of people.”

“Good motivation. I had no one to let down but myself and the memory of my wife, daughter, and brother. But that story is one for the road. I’ll let you get back to your hot-ass girlfriend,” he said, tipping his head to her. “But I look forward to getting to know each other.”

“You too, bro. Have a good night,” he said and Benji shrugged.

“Dude, let’s be honest. I’ll leave here and go home to watch Game of Thrones,” he said and Jordie laughed because he assumed he was joking. The dude wasn’t ugly by any means, sorta looked like an underwear model with his chiseled cheekbones and puffy lips. But when he just turned around and walked away, defeat in his eyes, it left Jordie with the assumption that he would really go home and watch Game of Thrones instead of finding a lady to go home with.

Poor sap.

That wouldn’t be Jordie though. Oh no, he had himself a firecracker of a hottie that he would be all over as soon as he found her.

Walking toward where he thought she was, he ran right into Audrey Odder, Tate’s wife. Smacking him, she hugged him tightly. “JT! I haven’t seen you in eons! I always make your favorite cupcake every Friday, hoping you’ll come in.”

His mouth watered at the thought of the snickerdoodle cupcakes she made. She owned a little cupcakery that he used to pass every day on his way home. He was pretty sure he had been sporting not only a whiskey belly but an Audrey Jane’s cupcake belly. He used to joke that he had a body by Audrey Jane’s. With everything that had been going on, he sort of forgot about Audrey and her shop. He should take Kacey there.

She’d love it.

“I’ll be there this Friday. I promise.”

“You better be! Penny and Philly would love to see you!”

He nodded. “I do need to see the little man. I’m so happy for you guys.”