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 * 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?”
“I dunno, but I’ll figure it out.” I head for the bar. Sunny’s standing at the entrance with her phone in her hand, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “Where’s Lily?”
“She’s gone.” Sunny drops her hair and sighs. “What’d you do to her?”
I don’t think honesty is going to work for me here, so instead of saying I tongue-fucked her until she came on my face, I go with, “I think there was a miscommunication.”
A kid comes up to me, wearing a familiar look of idolization. “Randy Ballistic?”
I smile. “Yeah, man, how’s it going?”
“Can I get your autograph?” He holds out one of those homemade photo books. He’s even got one of my rookie cards in a special, protective sleeve taped to it.
“Yeah, sure, of course.”
His mom is standing behind him, smiling. “Thank you so much. He loves you. He wants to be just like you when he grows up.”
Usually that’s something I like to hear, but right now it doesn’t make me feel good at all. Not based on what happened in that bathroom.
Chapter 3
Intentional Overreaction
LILY
Okay, so the way I handled that situation could have been better. But his insinuating I was going to take care of his dick later freaked me out—even though I’m the one who brought it up. Because he’s right. I would have, had the universe not intervened, even though none of that was supposed to go down. Especially not Randy.