Page 61 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Ten

Vik

A fter Jersey wins the season’s wrestling championship in the one-eighty-four weight class, Paxton wins his one-seventy-four weight class, everyone heads to Miggy’s, the local sports bar.

The entire team celebrates even though the others came in second in the rest of the weight classes.

Everyone supports everyone. Coach Greg demands it from his guys.

Miggy’s is a sports bar with a mix of booths along the walls and plenty of square tables, and tall tables with team emblems on them to choose from.

Tons of sports memorabilia adorns the walls.

I’ve been told Miggy’s grandfather was a sports agent back in the day and that’s how he has so much to display.

I sit in a booth with Mom and Pam– Jersey’s grandma while popular music plays in the background. It’s hard to hear it with the sea of people talking, and cheering of each wrestler as they enter Miggy’s.

Trying to keep my composure while watching Jersey compete wasn’t an easy task. His muscular body in action has me hot. I dream of the day we can be together. It’s soon, but not soon enough.

“There they are,” Greg calls out when Jersey and Paxton enter with some of the cheerleading squad following.

“Woo hoo! Yes! Congrats!” are yelled out by the customers.

Jersey and Paxton smile wide, high-fiving their teammates as they enter Miggy’s, and gather around the high tables that were moved together for the team.

He’s too preoccupied with the celebrating, and the attention he’s receiving to notice me.

Or so I thought. His eyes catch mine when he takes a drink of his beer, then licks the taste of his drink off his lips.

I draw in a deep breath, and bite my lip, squeezing my legs together to try and slow the massive ache I have for him there.

He tips his head toward the hallway where the restrooms are located.

“Vik!”

I quickly shake my head and look away, rejoining the conversation between Mom and Pam.

“Sorry, what?”

“I was just saying,” Pam said, “Jersey really excelled under yours and Greg’s coaching. You know your stuff, Vik.”

“Thank you. Jersey’s a natural athlete. He’ll excel at anything he sets his mind to.”

“He’s always been like that. His dad, God rest his soul, was the same. Justin pushed Jersey from the day he could walk to play sports. They had equipment for all the sports.” Pam waved for the server.

“Some kids thrive on being pushed. Others fail. I’m glad Jersey took to sports like he did.

He’s special, Mrs. Richardson. Really special,” I say, and lick the salt from the rim of my glass, then take a sip.

As the margarita slides down to my stomach, a lightness comes over me.

I need to cut myself off at only one drink.

Tequila will make me do things I know I’ll regret.

“That’s so kind of you to say, Vik. He always speaks highly of you.”

My cheeks heat as I wonder what he’s told his grandma. I really need to pee, so I tap my mom’s shoulder. “Could you let me out. I need to use the restroom.”

“Sure,” Mom says and slides out of the booth.

I check on Jersey and see he’s surrounded by teammates and cheerleaders. I quickly make my way to the hallway leading to the restrooms.