I turned in Flint’s arms and stared at him with need.
But anger was there also.
I didn’t like what he was doing to me.
He was playing with my emotions, and I didn’t like it at all.
I conveyed that fact with a brutal kiss and then bit his lip hard before I pulled away.
“Don’t fuck with me because you don’t like Carver,” I growled, trying to pull myself away.
His hands had locked around me, though, and he refused to let me go after I’d proven how angry I was.
“I don’t like Carver,” he agreed, his voice soft and low despite the crowd that was around us nearly causing me to not hear him. I could read his lips, though. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. “And I’m not fucking with you. If I was fucking with you, I would do it in other ways that didn’t have my cock pressing against your ass.”
With that he let me go, and I nearly stumbled at the loss of his heat.
He caught my arm before I could so much as sway, though, pulling me back in until I was once again in control of myself.
“What was that?” I hissed.
Flint shrugged. “I don’t like that guy.”
That was his only explanation.
Nothing more, nothing less.
And before I could demand more answers out of him than that crappy excuse, he left without once turning back, disappearing into the large crowd.
Dooley looked back at me, his face sad for a second before he too turned and marched next to his owner.
He stayed tucked close to Flint’s backside so he wouldn’t accidentally get trampled.
“All right,” Raleigh said practically into my ear. “What the fuck was that?”
I shook my head and turned to my best friend. “I have no fucking clue.”
She shook her head and then let her eyes drop.
They went wide.
“I thought you were tossing those clothes out?” Raleigh whined. “I specifically remember putting that into the basket and ordering you to throw it away.”
I snorted. “These are the clothes that you forced me to wear. It’s not my fault you made me come here. Now you get to deal with the shirt. Sorry.”
The ‘shirt’ under question was actually an NSYNC shirt that I’d cut up the sides and had tied into knots to make it smaller. The sleeves had long ago been cut off, and honestly, there really wasn’t much to the shirt.
Luckily, I had a camisole with a built-in bra I could wear underneath of it, covering all the juicy bits that might’ve spilled out of the mangled tee.
“And the shorts.” She rolled her eyes. “I thought those didn’t fit anymore.”
“Apparently two weeks at CrossFit has made my ass smaller.” I laughed. Then eyed her. “Have you noticed any difference?”
She looked down at her body. “My boobs are smaller.”
I glanced at the boobs and shook my head. “Those things aren’t smaller…where’s your son?”
Her son was six and a half months old and normally was attached at her hip when she wasn’t working.
“Ezra is passing him around like a good luck charm through the locker room.” She shivered. “I hope they all washed their hands.”
I winced. “The last time I was in a locker room like that it was during my brother’s senior year of high school. I had to go in there with him to help him clean out his locker. Let’s just say, the things that go on in a locker room should stay in the locker room…and you should probably bring some of those Lysol wipes with you so you can wipe him down next time.”
Raleigh stuck out her tongue. “It’s not that bad.”
I gave her a look. “I saw some boy smother another boy with someone else’s dirty jock strap. A jock strap that he hadn’t washed in eight games because it was his ‘lucky’ jock strap. He wore it to college uncleaned the next season. Trust me when I say, boys are gross.”
“How is Tanner doing, by the way?” Raleigh asked.
Tanner being a family friend that I only ever kept up with through social media now that he’d moved so far away.
“Tanner is…okay,” I hesitated. “He’s still coaching for that prep school in New Braunfels, but I have a feeling that won’t last much longer since he got divorced from Sadie. He didn’t want to move there anyway, but with her getting that huge promotion with her law firm, he was forced to. Now with her not holding him there, I doubt he’ll stay.”
“Luckily they didn’t have kids.” Raleigh shivered. “The thought of having to divorce someone and then have to deal with kids gives me the heebie-jeebies.”
“You shouldn’t be thinking about divorcing anyone,” I heard Ezra drawl from behind us.
I turned to see Ezra holding their child snugly in his arms staring at his wife with annoyance.
Raleigh shrugged. “Just because I don’t like thinking about it doesn’t mean that I’d ever considered a divorce with you.” She paused. “I think killing you in your sleep might be more effective. Then you wouldn’t get the bed—which I know that you’d fight for custody of if we split.”