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Chapter Eleven

Jordan

I scramble out of bed, staring down Alex like I could will him away.

What the fuck did I do?

Now I know why people say, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

“Don’t you dare get mad at me for this, Mackenzie,” Alex shouts as he gets out of bed, naked, and looks around on the floor for his clothes.

It’s then I realize I’m naked too. I snatch a pair of sweatpants from my bag and shove them on angrily.

Waking up naked in bed with a guy is… fucking crazy. Like the craziest shit that could ever happen to me.

“This is your fault,” I growl at him, my hands shaking.

“My fault? How the fuck is this my fault? ”

“Oh please. You’ve wanted my dick for years, Alex. And you obviously just took what you wanted when you saw how drunk I was.”

“That’s what you think happened?” He moves to me, getting real close. “Maybe try… you were begging for me to suck your co—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” I seethe, stepping forward so we’re chest to chest.

He holds my gaze, lifting a brow. “Cock.”

My jaw clenches so hard my teeth ache. “If I didn’t think it’d turn you on, I’d knock you the fuck out right now.”He barks out a laugh. “Nice of you to know what turns me on so soon, Jordan. Usually that takes a couple of times in bed first.”

I shove him so hard that he stumbles back and falls onto the bed. I loom over him, pointing down at his face that seems utterly shocked.

“If you ever, and I mean ever , tell anyone about what happened last night, I will fucking kill you,” I growl.

Without waiting for a cocky response that will have me choking him out, I snatch up some clothes, get dressed, and leave the room before I really lose my cool.

I’d assumed it was late into the afternoon, considering I drank so much and was out late, but it’s early as hell and the hotel is relatively quiet.

Not that I remember much of last night to even guess what time we got back.

When I get downstairs, I find the nearest bar and order a whiskey.

Thank fuck for alcohol at all hours in Vegas.

I sit at the bar with two other people, both of which look like they’ve been sitting here all night. I contemplate what the fuck I am going to do as I sip my drink.

There is only one thing that will make sense.

I have to act like it didn’t happen. Alex and I have to pretend like everything is fine.

Me and the rest of the guys can see Cameron’s obsession with Austen from a mile away.

If Alex and I suddenly have a falling out and are all awkward around each other, people are going to know.

They’re going to talk. It’ll come out. They’ll ask questions.

Gossip. I can’t handle that shit. Fuck, I can’t handle it at all.

I down the rest of my whiskey, hoping it’ll help loosen my chest because I can’t breathe.

I hardly remember last night. Bits and pieces of Halley, or whatever her name was, on the floor, sucking off me and Alex. I vaguely remember a kiss. Flashes of me on the bed and Alex with my dick in his—

Nope. Not thinking about that. This is just what I need. More memories of him and dicks to flood my mind. It was bad enough I’d envision him jerking off at random times, thanks to the intrusive thoughts in my head. Now there’s more fuel to throw into that fire. Fuck off.

“Can I get another?” I ask the bartender .

He nods, grabbing my glass and filling it halfway.

I need to find a way to ignore all this shit with Alex and act like everything is fine. It’s the only thing that will ensure no one ever finds out.

Do I really think he took advantage of me?

No, not exactly, but this is bad. So fucking bad.

Not only because it’s Alex, but because someone else finally made me come.

Of course, it had to be him. I groan, shaking my head and pulling my phone from my pocket.

I busy myself looking through social media and as I work on this drink.

Soon enough, I start to feel better. Relaxed.

Not enough to go back upstairs and talk to Alex, like I know I have to, but I am good to do that when the third drink is done.

The shower is going when I get into the room, and so I take a seat on the bed. Things may be easier if I crawl under the blankets and go back to sleep, but that’ll only delay the inevitable. I need to talk to Alex about this as soon as possible to make sure we’re on the same page.

When the water shuts off, my heart pounds a little harder.

You have to do this, Jordan. It’s the only way.

I can do this. I just need to keep my cool and talk to him about this rationally.

Problem is, Alex walks out of the bathroom butt ass naked and my gaze goes right to his dick, and I can’t look away .

“Uh…” he mutters and it snaps me out of my trance.

“Put some fucking clothes on, would you?” I snap. “For fuck’s sake, Alex. Why the hell did I get stuck rooming with you?” I get to my feet and go over to the window, my hands shaking and my dick so fucking hard.

This is a mess. Such a fucking mess.

“Dressed,” he says quietly.

I have to talk myself up to turn around. Even though he has clothes on, I’ll still be able to see him naked in my mind. I count to three and just do it. He’s standing there, looking like a lost puppy.

“I am not apologizing,” I say with a swipe of my hand. He just keeps watching me. “What happened was fucked up.” He nods, but I can tell he doesn’t really agree. “No one can find out about this.”

“Yeah, cool. Whatever.” He shoves his hands into his pockets. “Just avoid me the rest of the trip, I'll be fine.”

“No,” I spit out. “That is exactly what’s going to make people suspicious.”

“Go on,” he says, cocking his head to the side. His hair is still wet, and some stray dark strands fall over his brow. His gaze is vacant, like the lights are on, but there’s no one home—like even though he’s standing in front of me, he’s somewhere else.

“If we’re acting weird, they’re going to know something happened. ”

He twists his lips, his gaze dropping to my mouth before flashing up at me. “I mean, they could speculate…”

“I don’t need speculating,” I yell, taking a step closer to him. “I don’t need gossip, and I don’t need people getting ideas in their heads. These people are my friends, my teammates, I don’t need them thinking that I… that I’m… I just don’t need them thinking!”

“Uh huh. Got it,” he says apathetically.

I narrow my eyes, annoyed with how cool he’s being about this.

“Why aren’t you pissed at me?” I ask.

He gives me a lazy shrug.

“Because I knew this would happen.”

“You knew—” I snap my mouth shut and close my eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Mhmm.” His voice has dropped an octave. “But I did it anyway, because to me, it was worth it.”

My eyes pop open and Alex is standing closer to me than he was a few seconds ago. I can smell the musky body wash that he used. It doesn’t smell like him, so it’s probably the hotel stuff. I don’t even want to acknowledge that I know what he normally smells like.

“Don’t act like you don’t know how I feel,” he says carefully. His gaze flashes from my eyes to my lips and my entire body freezes. I think my heart actually stops beating as the memories hit me, of those dark eyes above me, gazing down at me with awe .

My fists ball at my sides as I force myself to hold his gaze, despite how uncomfortable it is.

“Don’t do this, Alex. Trust me, you aren’t going to like the outcome.” I try to be firm in my words, but they come out weak and he knows it. Something shines in his eye, like what I said turned this into a challenge. It isn’t a fucking challenge.

“Risks are so much more fun when you’ve got nothing to lose.”

With that, he turns on his heel and leaves the room, leaving me panting and hard as a rock.