Page 33 of Never Say Never
“One for me too, and then water for the table, please?”
“Of course.”
As she leaves, Nate not-so-subtly watches her. Once she’s out of ear shot, he turns to us. “She’s cute. Want to see which one of us she’ll go home with tonight?”
Ty raises a brow. “You’re so predictable. Leave the poor woman alone.”
“The night is young anyway. And there’ll be lots of options.”
Not really liking the vibe Nate is putting out, I spend the next thirty minutes shooting the shit with Chance over our beers.
It turns out he has a girlfriend, so while Ty and Nate fix their attention to different groups of women on the dance floor, he’s more interested in asking about Johnson and the Waves.
“Is it true you’ve played with Johnson at the field in his backyard? That’s so fucking cool.”
“Yeah, his house is sick too. He’ll have team parties there I’m sure, so you’ll get to see it.” The unspoken “if” beingifChance makes the team.
“I can’t wait. Have you talked to Coach Houston before?”
We go back and forth like this, focused on our conversation, until Ty interrupts.
“Oh shit, you two need to check out who just walked in.”
I crane my neck to catch a glimpse of the door.
Making their way to the bar are nine ladies, most touching at least six feet, dressed in a variety of sexy club outfits.
My eyes go straight to Avery who’s in a black form-fitting dress and black heels, her long black hair swimming down her back.
She looks like a million bucks.
Shit.
“It’s the Surge girls,” Nate says.
“Women,” I correct.
I’ve been trying to shove Avery out of my mind since our interview.
What’s the point of being into her if it’s never going to go anywhere? Connor’s been giving me hell too, though mainly as a joke.
Granted, that hasn’t stopped me from continuing to check out her social media for any new pics.
Or, when I take care of myself in the shower, from thinking of fisting long black hair while a glossy pair of lips wrap around my cock.
“Do you know them, Rawley? Can you introduce us?”
I debate what to do. I’ve met several of them before at outings with Grace and Landon, but I’ve only had meaningful conversations with Sarah, since she’s Grace’s friend.
Well, and Avery too.
I glance over, and Avery’s laughing at something one of her teammates said, looking so happy.
I try to turn away from her, but I can’t seem to make my head move.
Fuck it.
“Yeah, I do. Let’s go down and say hi.”
