Literally, he roars. It’s loud and guttural. It makes my ears hurt since he’s so close.
Getting caught having sex is only the tip of the embarrassment iceberg. Now that the coach has accused me of being a prostitute, Buck looks like he’s going to blow. I’m waiting for the top of his head to pop off and steam to come pouring out along with the limited amount of brain matter he keeps in there.
I look up at Alex and whisper, “Can I get dressed now?”
Coach blows a whistle around his neck and the chatter stops. “Show’s over. You better hope no one caught wind of this shit, Waters, or you’ll have one hell of a mess to clean up. Take your friend and her clothes to the lounge; then come see me.” His disapproval is clear. “The rest of you, get changed.”
Alex picks me up by the waist and carries me over to my discarded items while the coach pulls Buck aside.
Once I’ve secured my clothing, Alex takes me through a door to another room. Couches and a giant flat screen occupy most of the space.
“Why did we have hot, angry sex against lockers if we could’ve had it here, on this couch? I mean God, Alex, you could’ve just bent me right over and . . .”
His jaw clenches and a muscle twitches in his cheek. “There’s a couch in my condo I can bend you over tomorrow night if you want. Right now, you should get dressed.”
Holding the towel in front of me, he checks over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure we’re alone.
I shimmy back into my pants. “Are you going to be in trouble?”
“I’ll be in trouble for the fight more than anything else. I should have waited until we were alone.”
“It was my fault.”
“I’m pretty sure I got you naked.”
I pull my shirt over my head as Buck appears in the doorway. Alex wraps the towel around his waist to conceal his woody.
Buck notes my dressed form before taking in Alex’s mostly undressed one. His fists clench, and he mumbles. It sounds like a yoga mantra or something.
“I should beat your ass for this, Waters.”
“You don’t need to defend my honor, Buck. It wasn’t like I was a virgin prior to Waters here.”
Alex coughs, his expression darkening. Maybe he’s miffed by my revelation. I’ll never understand why guys, particularly those who have clearly shared their wood with a whole lot of beaver, get all territorial about the one they’re currently after. Alex has enough self-confidence without me telling him he’s by far the best.
“Waters. Out here. Now.” Coach calls from the doorway, his phone clutched in his hand.
“Yes, sir.” Alex kisses my temple. “Don’t worry, baby, it’ll be fine.”
“Don’t you call her ‘baby’!” Buck points a hairy-knuckled finger at Alex.
I slap it away. “I happen to enjoy it when Alex calls me ‘baby.’ ” I turn my face into Alex’s shoulder and say softly, “Particularly in the throes of passion.”
Buck throws his hands up in exasperation. “Will you two stop?”
Alex kisses the top of my head and saunters away, a slight swagger in his step. It might be attributed to the semi he’s still sporting or the comments that paint his sexual prowess in a very positive light. He does give Buck a wide berth, just in case he decides to strike. It’s a real possibility—he’s turning puce again.
“What the hell, Violet?” he asks as soon as Alex is out of the room.
“‘What the hell,’ what?”
“You’re banging Waters? In the fucking locker room? How long has this been going on?” Buck’s hands are on his hips like an angry mother—an angry yeti mother.
I shrug. “I guess since the first time I met him.”
Buck’s eyes grow wide. He’s putting things together. I can almost see the steam coming out of his ears because his brain is in overdrive. I feel sorry for him; as much as I’ve grown to like him over the past five years, he got the short end of the intellectual fortitude stick. He’s cute fully dressed, and sometimes, when he’s not out whoring his dick, he can be awfully considerate.
“But that was almost two months ago! You’ve been keeping this from me this entire time?” He paces, running a hand through his hair. His anger dissolves somewhere into hurt.
“Because I knew this is how you’d react.”
“Well, yeah, Vi. He’s even worse than me!” Buck scratches the back of his neck as if he’s truly perplexed. “I don’t understand why you’d get involved with someone who’s only out to wet his dick with you.” It’s probably one of the deepest, most heartfelt things he’s ever said to me.
“That’s not what this is about.” What’s going on between me and Alex is more than sex. He wanted me here this weekend. It should mean something. “He’s different when we’re together.”
“You mean he doesn’t fuck you in public places all the time? Really reassuring, Vi.”