Page 8 of The Troublemaker

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“Yeah, sure,” I say and hold my hand out for a pen. She puts a marker in my hand, and opens her blouse to reveal breasts barely contained in a tiny lace bra. “Ah, yeah, okay.” I scribble my name across her breasts when I spot Liam coming our way. He’s not steady on his feet, and I’m guessing he lost his chance with Emily every bit as much as I had.

Oh, but you won something so much better.

He slaps me on the back. “Hey bud,” he says.

“Liam, this is…” I pause and wait for the girl to give me her name.

“Lexi,” she says.

“Liam, meet Lexi. What a cute couple you two make.” I hand the marker to Liam, and slide from the stool, and Lexi jiggles her tits, looking for another signature.

I head back to my hotel room, and before I climb into bed, I put a call in for breakfast, for my room and Kinsley’s. Tomorrow we’ll have to talk—I think—and I don’t want her hangry, plus I feel shitty for bailing. I snort. Like food is really going to make this all better.

I flop down onto my bed still dressed, and the next thing I know, there is a knock at my door. I blink my eyes open to discover it’s not the middle of the night like I assumed. After that terrific round of sex, I’d obviously fallen into a deep sleep. Christ, my body hadn’t been that worn out since our playoff games.

I push to my feet and rake my hand through my hair as I stumble toward the door. The fresh scent of coffee helps perk me up and I give the guy a big tip. I check my phone and groan. With so much going on, I’m not sure I’m going to have a chance to talk to Kinsley alone.

I take a big drink of coffee and jump in the shower. Twenty minutes later, after stuffing a few pancakes into my mouth, I go over the events of last night as I head downstairs to the lobby.

I spot Emily sitting in the lobby, and I stiffen as I get closer.

“Whoa, are you okay?” I ask as she sits there with her eyes closed.

She blinks one eye open, and groans. “Too much tequila,” she says and taps the seat beside her. I sit down. “Uh, did I give you my room card last night?” she asks.

I nod. “Yeah, you did.”

She groans louder. “I didn’t mean to stand you up like that.”

“It’s not a problem.” No, not a problem at all that I slept with a good friend, and ran out under the cover of darkness, leaving her to believe it might have been a dream. Yeah, not a problem at all.

I reach into my back pocket and pull out the key card. “Here,” I say and she closes her hand over it.

“Keep it. I’ll make up for it tonight.”

I try to give it to her, but she’s adamant that she doesn’t want it back, but no way in hell can I sleep with her tonight after being with Kinsley. Hell it’s not that I can’t, it’s that I don’t want to.

I glance up to see Kinsley enter the lobby, dressed in a pair of cute jean shorts with frilled edges and a flowery blouse that showcases lush breasts my tongue had the pleasure of licking. My dick instantly hardens as her gaze flies to mine. Her eyes slowly drop to take in the push and pull between us with the room card, which looks like I’m trying to get it back from Emily’s hands, when it’s not like that at all. Kinsley’s eyes widen, and she blinks rapidly. She steps closer and plasters on a smile. That’s when I notice the love marks on her neck. Fuck. Her hand goes to said love marks, and she turns her focus to Emily when Emily asks a question.

“Kinsley, what happened to you last night?”

Kinsley takes a fast breath, her gaze sliding to mine. With confusion written all over her face, like she’s still trying to figure out if last night was real or not, she looks at my neck, and earlobe—a very teeth lanced earlobe. A strange sound crawls out of her throat.

Guess she figured it out.

“Remember I said I had to go to my room last night,” Emily says with an unlady like snort.

Kinsley turns from me and hugs herself. I take note of her quivering hands. “Yeah, but you couldn’t remember why,” she says, her voice as shaky as her fingers.

“Well I remembered why. I was going to get lucky.” She laughs and jerks her thumb my way. “I gave Cason my key card.”

“Oh, God,” Kinsley croaks out as she stumbles backward.

Emily laughs. “You must have been sorely disappointed when you crawled into my bed and found it empty.” Emily winks at me. “But like I said, I’ll make up for that tonight.” She closes her hand over mine, securing the key card in my palm.

“You thought…” Kinsley begins, her gaze bobbing back between the two of us. “Holy,” she gasps as the tumblers fall into place. She backs up, hits a potted plant and when they both nearly topple I jump up and slide my arm around her.

“You okay?” I steady her body by anchoring it to mine, and even though it’s not the time to be taking pleasure in her soft curves, my goddamn dick has a mind of its own. I mentally scold myself and pray she can’t feel the thickness between my legs as I consider scooping her up and going for round two.


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