“I will. Win your game tonight.” As my nerves wound down, I strolled toward the concourse and the people walking by with their drinks and food. I could do this.
“Thanks, Colton. Talk to you later.”
“Yep, bye.” I ended the call and met Dante at the condiments. With a smile, I said, “We better hurry back before the second half starts.”
“Absolutely.” He handed me my beer and change. “After you.” He swung his arm out.
I focusedon the game with Dante and watched ASU win by a field goal in the last thirty seconds. After, we texted with Tex and met him at Four-One-Four pizza for a quick meal before heading to the gay bar. It made little sense to go all the way home just to return.
Stepping inside the pizza place, I held the door for Dante. How long would it take for Tex’s post-game regimen? I didn’t want Dante to bring up how much he wanted Tex back.
“Booth along the wall?” With a chuckle, Dante met the hostess.
“Yeah, sure.” We’d been here a lot. But the pizza was good, so there was that.
Dante motioned for me to follow him, and he strolled to the back wall, then slid into a booth seat while I took a chair opposite him.
We ordered a pitcher of beer and then scanned the menu. “Hey, do you want to try something different?” Would Tex like that?
“Sure, what do you have in mind?” He lifted the menu, covering his face.
“How about the barbecue chicken pizza?” It might be less greasy, and after the hot dogs, I could do with less grease. I watched the server drop off our beer. “Do you think Tex will like that?”
With a snicker, he set his menu down and said, “Are you kidding? He’s from Texas. He likes anything barbecue. Let’s get it.” He ordered the pizza and then poured beers for us. “It’ll probably take Tex about an hour to get here. I’m sure they have a team meeting after the game. Plus, he’ll have to take an ice bath and shower.”
Ice bath? He sure knew a lot about Tex and football. “Oh.” I nodded and picked up my beer. Hopefully, Tex would hurry.
“I researched The Club on Mill. It looks like it’s a lot more mellow during the day. People go in and shoot pool and stuff.” He sipped his beer. “So, if we go there early, it should be a lot tamer and you won’t encounter the usual club debauchery.” He snickered.
What was he talking about? “Yeah? I guess that’s good.” I drank my beer.
“When’s the last time you went to a nightclub?” He leaned back in his seat, resting his forearm across the table.
Was the place in Scottsdale considered a nightclub? Probably not. “Um…I don’t think I’ve ever been to one. I don’t even hang out in bars much.”
“Oh, honey…” With his brows raised, he pitched forward. “All these years in college and you’ve never been clubbing?”
“Uh, nope.” I shook my head. I wasn’t about to explain my control issues to him or the fact I’d used up my quota of partying the year after my mom died.
“If we can get Tex to stay long enough, you’re in for a treat then.” He gave me a warm smile. “Tex will probably be tired after his game. He played hard out there tonight.”
“He did.” I glanced at the entrance. When would he get here?
FIFTEEN
TEX (TRAVIS)
Iquickly showered following icing and Coach’s game-related lecture. It had been weird enough seeing Dante in my shirt in the stands and not Colton. Why hadn’t I given him one of my team shirts? It would have been enormous on him, but it would have been adorable. As it was, it had appeared that Dante was my boyfriend and not Colton.
As I dressed in a white button-down and jeans, I flicked my gaze at Malik, dropping his towel and slipping his underwear up his legs. “Hey, good game. You got some yards out there tonight.”
“Yeah. Too bad it wasn’t enough to play Grey.” Leaning over, he patted Grey on the ass and asked me, “Where are you going after this?”
“I’m meeting Dante and Colton at Four One Four and then…” Shit, should I tell them we planned to go to the gay bar? It probably wasn’t a good idea. I’d have to make sure Colton was comfortable with it and wasn’t just giving in to be agreeable with Dante.
“Good. We have plans at home.” Malik and Grey gave each other lustful looks.
“Oh, brother.” I rolled my eyes. The sex was never-endingwith them. I was certain I overheard them going at it in the shower every morning too. “Should I text before I come home?” I’d hate for me and Dante to walk in on them doing something untoward in, like, our kitchen.