The look on his face is murderous because he knows what that means. I kissed his girl—my girl—and I’ll do it every damn chance I get.
He might be a big, hot jock with eyes for my girl.
But I’m a spoiled boy who’s spent twenty-one years getting everything he wants.
If Brayden wants Mia, he’s going to have to fight a little harder for her because I’m not going fucking anywhere, and when it comes to getting what I want, I’ll fight dirty.“Can I get a Guinness?” I call over to the bartender, who’s locked eyes with me from across the bar. With his brown, messy hair and hazel eyes, he reminds me a little of Ashton. Fucking Ashton. I mentally shake my head at how awkward shit’s been this week since our weekend together. Ever since Mia and Brayden returned, he’s barely been home, and when he is, he’s practically hiding out in his room. I’m going to need to get on Curtis about finding me another apartment for next semester. There’s no way I’m going to continue to live like that. Especially since instead of regretting it, I can’t get the night out of my head. And instead of wishing it never happened, I keep thinking about when it could happen again.
The bartender sets my beer in front of me. “I’m Kaleb. You new around here?”
“Just passing through,” I tell him, taking a sip of my beer. “Only here for the night.”
His lips curl into a grin. “And you’re spending it at the bar of the hotel?”
“Do you suggest I spend it somewhere else?” I ask, finding it too easy to flirt with this guy. For years, I focused my attention on women, but now that I’ve spent some time with Ashton, as well as kissed Brayden, I find myself giving the same sex equal amount of attention. Does this make me bi? Maybe… But I’m going to take the advice I gave Ashton not too long ago and not smack a label on it.
“Right here is fine with me,” Kaleb says, his eyes sparkling with lust and mischief. My gaze slides down past his strong nose and chiseled jaw, landing on the tattoo peeking out from under the collar of his shirt. I wonder what—
“Picking up bartenders in bars now?” a masculine voice I would recognize from anywhere says, cutting off my thoughts. I glance over and find Brayden sitting on the barstool next to me.
“I’ll take a Heineken,” he says to Kaleb.
“Good fucking game,” I tell him, patting him on the shoulder and ignoring his dig about the bartender.
“Damn right it was,” Brayden cockily replies. “We got this season on lock.”
“Don’t get too comfortable,” I warn, taking a sip of my beer. “You’ve won three games. You still have thirty more to go.”
“Thirty more we’ll fucking win.” Brayden scoffs as Kaleb sets his drink down, his attention coming back to me.
“Let me know if you need anything else,” Kaleb says with a wink. “I’ll be around all night.” He saunters away and I can’t help but check out his ass as he goes.
Brayden tilts his beer back and takes a long gulp. My eyes land on his Adam’s apple and the way it bounces as he drinks. An Adam’s apple shouldn’t be sexy, but it is. These are all things I’m noticing now that I never paid attention to before.
Brayden sets his beer down and his gaze lands on me, as if he’s caught me checking him out.
“Why aren’t you out with your teammates?” I ask, knowing full well the guys made plans to hit up the local bar so they could try to get laid before curfew. We just finished our game with New Hampshire and since it’s one of the colleges that are too far to drive there and back in one day, we’re in a hotel for the night and will drive back in the morning. I’ve given the guys a 2:00 a.m. curfew since the game ended late. I’ll have to check their rooms good to make sure they don’t have any women hiding in their closets and tubs.
“Not in the mood.” Brayden shrugs.
I finish off my beer and catch Kaleb’s eye, tipping my bottle so he knows I want another one. He flashes me a smile, and I wait for my insides to burn the way they did when Brayden kissed me all those years ago. The way they did when I kissed Brayden when we were alone. The way they did with Ashton last week. But it doesn’t happen.
“Here you go,” Kaleb says. “Need anything else?”
I’m about to tell him I’m good when Brayden speaks up first.
“Yeah, asshole. For you to quit flirting with the customers and do your damn job,” Brayden hisses, shocking the shit out of me.
Kaleb blanches. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know you two—”