On The Rocks

“Dude… you know I like Gabby, but don’t fuck this up over a woman. Nothing is more important than this shot you’re being handed.”


Well, we both wondered which team Brody was going to be on, and he’s clearly in the same corner as Sasha and Keith.

“Brody… I love her. I don’t know that this shot is more important than Gabby is. I think she might be the most important thing that’s ever happened to me in my life.”

I can hear a low whistle coming from Brody, and then he says in a low voice, “If she loved you the way you love her, she wouldn’t hold you back.”

“That’s just it… she’s not holding me back. She’ll support me if I go.”

“Then what’s the fucking problem?”

“I don’t know,” Hunter says in a tired voice. “It’s just not sitting right with me. I think I need to talk this through with Gabby some more… see if I can get some better perspective.”

I hear chair stools scraping on the floor and realize that Brody must be getting ready to leave, so I hightail it back to Hunter’s bedroom. Quickly shucking off my clothes, I crawl back under the covers with my heart racing.

Hunter is considering not going back on the Tour because of me. I’m floored, stunned beyond belief, and I’m really not quite sure how I feel about that. On the one hand, I’ve been dreading the thought of being away for him for so many months out of the year.

On the other hand, we’re both young and have all the time in the world to be together. This opportunity for Hunter is fleeting. It could be the biggest regret of his life if he passes this up. And there’s no way in hell I want to be tied to that.

When the bedroom door opens, I think about feigning sleep but realize my heart is still beating far too erratically to pull it off well. So I roll over and say, “Hey”.

“Hey,” he whispers as he pulls his clothes off and slips back into bed.

“Who was that?” I ask as a means of giving him a lead in to talk to me. That’s what he told Brody… that he wanted to talk to me about this more.

“Just Brody,” he says and offers no more. Instead, he rolls to the side and pulls me into his body, my backside resting flush against his front. He curves an arm around my waist and squeezes. “Let’s go back to sleep for a bit.”

“I’m not tired,” I tell him so he knows I’m available to talk.

Just lay it on me, babe. I’m right here.

“I’m not tired either,” he murmurs, while nuzzling into my neck with his mouth.

“So what do you want to talk about?” I prod, opening the door wide open for him to walk through into conversation land.

“Don’t wanna talk,” he whispers, the arm that’s around my waist now loosening so his palm lays flat on my stomach. Heat courses through me at his touch… the tone of his voice, because I know damn well what he wants to do, and God help me… I want it too.

I try one more time, part of me hoping it’s in vain, as his hand starts to graze down my skin south. “What did Brody want?”

Hunter’s fingers dip into the edge of my underwear, at the same time his teeth grab ahold of my earlobe and gently bite down. Then he gives it a lick as he releases it. “Don’t want to talk about Brody right this minute, babe.”

“But—” I start to say, and then gasp as he sinks a finger into me.

“Still want to talk right now?” he murmurs in my ear.

Shaking my head, I push my hips against his hand, demanding more. Because we can always talk about Brody later.





“This is soooo what I needed,” I say as I lean over and slurp from my straw. I’m halfway into my third Pina Colada of the evening, and I’m feeling no pain.

Casey grins at me, leaning over to slurp her own drink. “You definitely needed a girl’s night out.”