Taking Shots (Assassins, #1)(123)
Someone came in saying that Elli was Bryan Fisher’s niece and the guys were treating her like she was Bryan Fisher. No one would look her in the eye and when Shea tried to start up a conversation, no one said anything. It was as if they were nervous to talk about anything in front of Elli because of who her uncle was. It was weird, awkward, and Elli wasn’t having it.
She came for a good time and she damn well was gonna have one.
Elli slammed her hands against the table, causing everyone to jump as Shea spilled his drink all over the table. “Okay, guys, yes I am Bryan Fisher’s niece, but the guy y'all know isn’t the man I know. The man I know is amazing, sweet, and kind. The guy y'all know is an *, actually he was an * to me just a little while ago, since he won’t even let me share a room with my boyfriend, so quit, I’m not him, I don’t care what y’all talk about, I’m just here to drink and have a good time with my boyfriend’s friends. So, I mean, are y’all gonna live up to the stories I hear or what?”
Everyone looked at each other before they started laughing. “Fisher won’t let you share a room with her Adler? Guess she’ll have to sleep with me,” Sergei said, causing Shea to give him a look of death.
“Or me. I’m Fisher’s favorite,” Phillip Anderson said. He was the newly added young forward.
“The hell you say. I’m his favorite!” Sergei argued, and off they went arguing about who was Fisher’s favorite when, really, Bryan loved Shea. Well, that was before Elli, she really wasn’t sure anymore. Not that it matter, because she was finally in.
For the next couple hours her and the guys hung out, talked about wives, girlfriends, and the awesomeness of hockey. Elli, Shea, Alex Welch, and Sergei were playing pool when Elli noticed a group of girls come into the lounge. It was obvious they were ice bunnies, which is what whores that sleep with hockey players just because they can, are called. They all had about two inches of fabric on and walked with their chest up in the air for God and everyone to see.
Sergei lasted about two minutes before heading over there, leaving Shea, Alex, and Elli to watch as he flirted with some blonde.
“He’s hopeless,” Alex said as he took a shot.
“He’ll grow out of it,” Shea said, as he took a pull of his beer. Alex laughed as he handed the stick to Elli.
“Before I would have said you’re wrong, but I watched you grow out of it and I never thought that would happen.”
“Fuck off, Welch. I wasn’t that bad,” Shea said, with a little red dusting his cheeks. Alex let out another chuckle as he looked over at Elli, who was also giggling.
“I think he’s lying.”
“Oh, yeah, he is. I know all about his old ways,” Elli teased as Shea came right for her, wrapping her up in his arms, kissing her lips hard. She giggled when they parted.
“You be quiet,” he said, still not letting her go as he ran kisses across her jaw line.
“Hey, Elli!” Elli looked over to Phillip who was grinning ear to ear at her, “When you are done with that, let me know. I’ll show you how us forwards take care of our women.”
“And how’s that?” Elli asked even though Shea was turning red with anger. Phillip had been flirting with Elli all night and Shea was not happy about it. It didn’t bother Elli at all, though. Phillip was eighteen! He was a baby!
“It’s simply really, defensemen take care of the back, while us forwards, take good, lovely care of the front,” he said with a cocky grin, causing everyone to hoot and holler while Shea just burned with angry.
“Shut your mouth, Anderson, you won’t even know what to do when you finally do get a woman naked,” Shea bit out.
“Oh, I’ve had my fair share of women, captain, oh my captain, and when I get yours, I’ll take my sweet ole time.”
Everyone got real quiet, while Phillip stood there just grinning as his eyes went up and down Elli’s body. Elli felt so bad for him because Shea was gonna kill him. It took all of three second before Shea was chasing a laughing Phillip out the bar. Elli leaned against the pool table giggling while Alex just shook his head.
“Oo wee, he’s got it bad for you.” Elli looked over at him, “Everyone probably thinks Shea’s joking around, but I’m pretty sure that kids going to get a talking to. Shea’s pissed.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
That made Elli giddy for some reason.
Elli placed her beer on the table and restarted the game with Alex. They were well into the game when she finally noticed that Shea was back in the bar. She watched as he leaned against the bar, laughing with two women, well, two ice bunnies. He had two beers in his hand, but had put them back on the bar when one of the girls asked him to sign her size toddler jersey. When he picked the beer back up, the other girl wrapped her arms around his arm, and he smiled down at her, then the other one did it, and it took everything out of Elli not to go over there and make a fool of herself. They were fans. They wanted to talk to their favorite hockey player. Elli wouldn’t get jealous, it was okay, Shea loved her. He wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t do anything dumb, especially with her in the damn bar.
But then one of the girls leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek, and he just smiled, which was fine. Everyone wanted to kiss their favorite hockey player. No big deal. The other one said something and he looked over at her and their lips just met. Elli doubt Shea even saw it coming, cause she sure didn’t, but Elli found herself getting pissed because kissing on the lips was not okay.