“It’s only the walk of shame if you have some, and you and I both know that we—”
“Don’t have any,” I finished for her through a chuckle. Taking a giant stride, I closed the distance between us and kissed her once, softly, on the lips. “I love you.”
“I know,” she said with a wink. My hand shot to my chest to catch my beating heart as I backed my way to the door. She rolled her eyes at my dramatics, and then she turned back to the mirror and rubbed at her face and fluffed at her hair to fix all the things women worried about that men hardly ever noticed. I took the opportunity to duck back outside.
Every eye in the suite came immediately to me.
Wes started a slow clap, and Kline pressed his face into Georgia’s neck to hide his laugh. Georgie giggled outright in his lap.
“I’ll make sure the cleaning crew spends extra time in there tonight,” Wes remarked, and I flipped him off with a shrug.
“The game is getting ready to start,” I reminded him. “Don’t you have something you could be doing other than busting my balls?”
“Nope,” he answered with a smirk. “Not right this second.”
I smiled at the fact that I didn’t care. Since Cassie had officially become mine, I’d been fairly immune to anything that could diminish my mood. Not much had ever affected my mood negatively before, but now my happiness was at an all-time high.
I was really fucking tired, though.
Shoving around Wes, I took the seat beside Kline just as Georgia hopped off his lap.
“You don’t have to leave on my account, Georgia girl.”
She smiled and waved me off. “You guys can have guy time, and I’ll go see if Cassie still has leg function.”
I winked at her. “Barely.”
Kline groaned.
“What?” I asked, looking back to see Cassie give me a little wave as she came out of the bathroom. She motioned toward the door and Georgia and, as far as I could tell, indicated they were going to go for a walk outside.
“We’ll be back,” Georgia called. Kline jumped up and ran over her to give her a kiss on the lips.
Now it was Wes’s turn to groan. “Jesus Christ, you guys. Did anyone notice there’s a football field down there? Or is a pussy all you can see anymore?” He slid into Kline’s vacated seat.
“It’s a really pretty pussy,” I told him mock-seriously.
“Who’s a pussy?” Kline asked as he took the seat on my other side.
“You guys are,” Wes answered.
“Pussy-whipped. I’m pussy-whipped,” Kline corrected. “And trust me, no matter what you think, it’s a really good fucking thing to be.”
The urge to close my eyes for a minute overwhelmed me, so I gave in, slouching down and leaning my head back.
I felt a poke at my knee and cracked an eye open. “What’s wrong with you?” Wes asked. “Did Cassie fuck the life out of you?”
He was teasing, but fuck me, he really wasn’t far off the mark.
Kline sat up and took interest when I didn’t refute him.
Wes’s phone rang before I could say anything.
“Yeah?” he answered, and I rolled my eyes at his lack of greeting. What a prick. “All right. Yeah. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
I waggled my eyebrows at Kline. “Looks like he has to go to work after all.”
“Fuck you,” Wes said, having heard me as he was hanging up the phone. “I’ll be back by kickoff, hopefully.” He strode for the door like a man on a mission.
“All right,” Kline declared in his no-nonsense voice. “What the fuck is going on with you?”
The consideration to make a joke or avoid the topic was only brief. “I’m so tired,” I told him honestly.
“Tired?”
I sat up and nodded. “Cassie has been so fucking horny lately.”
He rolled his eyes, thinking I was joking. I shook my head vehemently. “No, dude. I’m talking really horny. Six, seven, eight times a day she wants it, and not only is my dick not physically capable, my tongue is sore.”
“Less detail,” he requested with a grimace.
“She’s so fucking hot, and I’d amputate my dick before saying no, but I seriously don’t know if I can keep up anymore.”
He started to smile, and all it did was agitate me. I pointed at him sternly. “I’m serious. This is a problem. I mean, it’s a fitting way for me to die, but I really thought I’d have a little more time with her before I did.”
He laughed but held his hands up in defense when my eyes narrowed. “Let’s break this down. This is new behavior?”
“She’s always down for a ride on the Supercock—”
“Less detail,” he stressed. “I said less detail.”
“But it’s more so. Like, a lot more.” I pouted. “Help me.”
His smile mocked me, but his words told me he was genuinely trying to help me find a solution. “Is there anything else different?”
“Like what? Did I get sexier?” I asked, and then answered myself. “I mean, maybe.”
“Not with you, idiot. With her. Is there anything else different with her?”
I searched my mind wildly, and my eyes went to the ceiling. “She’s crazy.”