“What’s the deal?”
She flips the lock and turns to me, panicked. “I gotta go. I need to get away—”
She wrenches open the door and stumbles out into the hall. “Enjoy the rest of your evening!” She motions to my crotch. “I hope your, uh, situation resolves itself!”
“I was still hoping for some help with that.” I step out after her, buttoning my pants. Sunny looks from me to Lily and back again. Miller’s standing behind her wearing a grim expression.
“Fuck you very much for the orgasms.” Lily slaps a hand over her mouth, like she can’t believe she just said that.
“That was next on my to-do list.” I’m such an antagonistic ass.
“Guess you missed that opportunity. Again.” She cringes and mutters something else.
I was being considerate by not fucking her at Waters’ cottage. Seems like maybe she didn’t appreciate it all that much. “I could fix that if you want to come back to my hotel room.” I’m grinning. I can’t help it.
“I would so…” Her eyes close for a moment. “I need to find my cousin!” She spins on her heel and rushes away.
“Um… I’m gonna go deal with her.” Sunny points in Lily’s direction and chases after her, blond hair swishing.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Balls?” Miller looks put out.
I zip up my pants and inhale sharply, almost catching my boxers in the teeth. Now I want to find her again before she leaves. I haven’t resolved anything. The whole point of following her was to talk, not eat her out. “I should go after her.”
I take a step in the direction Lily went, but Miller puts an arm up to stop me. “Uh, dude. Not before you manage yourself.” He waves to everything above the neck.
I shake my head, frustrated, but go back into the bathroom and check my reflection. I laugh. “Oh, shit.” My hair’s a mess; like, it’s everywhere. My face, well—that’s another story. I definitely need to wash it, since Lily came all over it. I can smell her. I also have scratch marks running from the side of my jaw to the collar of my shirt. I search the floor for the hair tie Lily ripped out. I find it beside the toilet. I don’t have any other option right now, so I pick it up off the floor and gather my hair back up. I’m gonna need a shower once I get back to the hotel.
“I don’t get it, man. You’ve been off the scene for the last month, and all of a sudden you’re back at it. Here of all places? It’s a damn fundraiser, Randy, not one of Lance’s parties.”
“I know that.” Lance “Romance” Romero is another one of our teammates. He’s notorious for parties full of excess and bunnies. I turn on the tap and wash Lily off my face and out of my beard.
“Really? ’Cause it seems like maybe you forgot. Of all the girls you decide you wanna bone in a bathroom, why’s it gotta be Lily?”
“That’s not what happened.”
He crosses his arms over his chest.
“Seriously. I didn’t fuck her in here. I mean, we were messing around, but fucking didn’t take place.” Then I add, “I just had a little dessert is all.”
Miller scrubs his face with his palm. “You better watch yourself, Balls. Lily’s super tight with the Waters family. Alex is like a brother, and if he finds out you’re screwing her around, you’ll be next on his broken-nose radar.”
“It’s not like that.” I shut off the water and turn to face him. “Honestly, Miller, all I wanted to do was talk to her. We’re gonna see each other in a couple of weeks at Waters’ engagement party. I figured it’d be good to clear the air—”
“By eating her pussy in a bathroom?”
I give him a cheeky grin. “I learned from the best.”
Miller shakes his head. “Yeah. Not funny, asshole. I got traded for that shit, remember?”
“I’m sorry. I just—we got carried away.” I make some random hand gestures as I try to figure out what I want to say.
“You can’t dick Lily around the way you do the bunnies, Randy. It’s not cool.”
“I’m not gonna dick her around. We’re just having some fun.”
“I’m gonna go ahead and say I don’t think your version of fun and Lily’s are the same thing.”
“I’ll check on her and make sure we’re good.”
Miller’s phone buzzes. He takes it out of his pocket and keys in the password. His eyebrows knit together as he reads whatever’s on the screen. Miller’s dyslexic, so reading’s laborious for him. After a few seconds, he hits the text-to-speech button and a British chick reads the message out loud:“I can’t get Lily to toll me what hipped. She’s taking Brett hum.”“I’ll go find her.”
“She’s got her little cousin with her, Michael’s friend. What’re you gonna say with him there?”