“Let’s go!” Phillip yelled and then took off. Tate followed behind with Erik bringing up the rear. They made it to their floor just as Adler came out of his room for roundup. Pointing at Adler, Phillip yelled, “Fuck! He’s going to get us!”
Erik and Phillip started laughing before they disappeared into their room. Audrey was still giggling, and Tate was getting dizzy as he dug out his room key. Putting it in the slot, he pushed the door open and kicked it shut.
“Is this my room?” Audrey asked, her arms smacking his ass with every step he took.
“No, it’s mine.”
“You don’t have a roommate?”
“Not on this trip. Lucas is rooming with another rookie to keep him on the straight and narrow.” Tate groaned before falling into bed, landing across Audrey’s midsection.
The nightly knock came, and Tate yelled out, “Sleeping!”
Audrey giggled as she kicked off her heels, then moved her hand into Tate’s hair. Her dress was scratchy against his face, but he was too drunk to move. What really blew his mind was that, even in his drunken state, his body was burning for hers. The whole night was a tease, with her rubbing and touching him all over. With each shot of the potent liquid, both their hands had started to wander. Taking in a deep breath of her scent, Tate let out a groan before snuggling closer into her stomach.
“Shit, I want you so bad,” he muttered. “I’m hard as a rock, and there is no way I can move right now.”
Audrey giggled. “Good, ’cause I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t say no.”
“Because you are drunk, huh?”
“No, ’cause I want you too.”
Tate had to smile at that.
Chapter 15
Audrey didn’t stir until she felt the bed move. She was afraid that if she opened her eyes, the night before would have been a dream. She had never had so much fun in her life. Erik and Phillip were hoots and Tate was magnificent. She never wanted it to end, but she knew it had to. Her body was still tingling in the spots Tate had touched her, and she was pretty sure she was still wet from the night before. There was something about a man moving his hips to sexy drumbeats that made her slick with want. She had never been so turned on in her life.
Opening one eye, she saw Tate lying beside her with his eyes closed. She remembered him falling asleep on her, not beside her, and he’d been wearing a shirt then. Opening her other eye, she took in his statuesque body. Lord, he was beautiful. On his gorgeous chest she saw names written under each black bird that flew across his chest. She hadn’t noticed that before; sitting up, she read them.
Papa, Mama, Matilda.
She smiled as she looked at his swoonworthy face. Before she could ask him about the names, Tate opened his eyes and said, “I managed to get to practice, but I’m surprised I made it through.”
Audrey giggled. “Was it rough?”
“Yeah. No more drinking with you when I’ve got practices or games.”
Still giggling, she lay back. “Told you I party hard.”
“Uh, yeah, but that wasn’t the worst part.”
Audrey glanced over. “What was?”
Tate shook his head. “When I came out on the ice, the guys had sombreros and maracas and were shaking them and screaming ‘Olé!’ ”
She laughed, and Tate glared at her.
“It was not funny, Audrey.”
“Whatever, that is epically awesome!”
“Traitor,” he sneered, then poked her in the ribs. She jumped and moved away, but before she could get far he was on top of her, tickling her to death.
“Ahh! Tate, quit!” she screamed as their laughter filled the room. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she cried out, “Okay, okay! It wasn’t funny!” while happy tears streamed down her cheeks.
“That is what I thought,” he said, sitting up but still pinning her hips down with his.
She glanced up at him, then down to where he only wore a pair of sheer shorts. “Um, you gonna get off me?”
“No,” he said with a lusty grin. Oh no, she knew that grin, and she knew it was hard to resist.
“Why?” she asked cautiously.
“Because you owe me a kiss.”
Audrey raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”