Audrey laughed before smacking his arm, “Oh, the night is young, dear sir!”
Finishing off one bottle and half of another one later….
“We only have 3 minutes to get upstairs,” Erik said drunkenly as he leaned against Tate’s arm.
“Shit, let’s go,” Tate said looking over at where Audrey was basically asleep on the table.
They were all drunk. Very, very drunk.
Tate reached for Audrey’s hand to lead her out the club. How he did it, he had no clue. All he knew was that he was following behind Phillip and hoping for the best. Before they could reach the elevator Audrey tripped, falling to the ground, laughing her ass off.
“Audrey, shit, baby, get up,” Tate said, looking down at her flushed face and bright grin.
“No! Go on without me! I’m done! I’ll sleep it off here,” she laughed, lying back onto the carpet.
Erik and Phillip were by Tate’s side in a flash, all three men looking down at her. Erik then pointed to Audrey and said, “No man left behind! Pick her up, Goldie! Vamanos!”
Tate nodded as if what Erik had said made sense. Picking Audrey up, he threw her over his shoulder. She let out a loud shriek before she dissolved in a fit of giggles. Tate shook his head, holding her by her thighs waiting for someone to do something.
“Let’s go!” Phillip yelled and then he took off. Tate followed behind with Erik bringing up the rear. They made it to their floor right as Adler came out of his room for round up. 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 mid-section.
The nightly knock came, and Tate yelled out, “Sleeping!”
Audrey giggled as she kicked off her heels, and 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 started to wonder. 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, but 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 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 Audrey slick with want. She had never been so turned on in her life.
Well, she took that back… their night together she was basically extinguishing the fire with her wetness.
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 was wearing a shirt, unlike now. Opening her other eye, she took in Tate’s statuesque body. Lord, he was beautiful. Taking in his gorgeous chest, she noticed the names that were written under each black bird that flew across his chest. She hadn’t noticed that before; sitting up, she read each name.
Pappa, Mamma, Matilda.
She smiled as she looked up at his swoon worthy face. Before she could ask him about the names, Tate opened his eyes and said, “I’m surprised I made it through practice.”
Audrey giggled, “Was it rough?”
“Yeah, no more drinking with you when I’ve got practices or games.”
Still giggling, Audrey laid 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, all the guys had sombreros and maracas. They were shaking them, and screaming out ‘Ole’!”
Audrey laughed out loud as Tate only glared, “It was not funny”
“Whatever, that is epically awesome!”
“Traitor,” he sneered before poking 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,” Tate laughed before sitting up, still pinning her hips down with his.
She glanced up at him, and then down to where he only wore a pair of sheer shorts, “Um, you gonna get off me?”
Finishing off one bottle and half of another one later….
“We only have 3 minutes to get upstairs,” Erik said drunkenly as he leaned against Tate’s arm.
“Shit, let’s go,” Tate said looking over at where Audrey was basically asleep on the table.
They were all drunk. Very, very drunk.
Tate reached for Audrey’s hand to lead her out the club. How he did it, he had no clue. All he knew was that he was following behind Phillip and hoping for the best. Before they could reach the elevator Audrey tripped, falling to the ground, laughing her ass off.
“Audrey, shit, baby, get up,” Tate said, looking down at her flushed face and bright grin.
“No! Go on without me! I’m done! I’ll sleep it off here,” she laughed, lying back onto the carpet.
Erik and Phillip were by Tate’s side in a flash, all three men looking down at her. Erik then pointed to Audrey and said, “No man left behind! Pick her up, Goldie! Vamanos!”
Tate nodded as if what Erik had said made sense. Picking Audrey up, he threw her over his shoulder. She let out a loud shriek before she dissolved in a fit of giggles. Tate shook his head, holding her by her thighs waiting for someone to do something.
“Let’s go!” Phillip yelled and then he took off. Tate followed behind with Erik bringing up the rear. They made it to their floor right as Adler came out of his room for round up. 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 mid-section.
The nightly knock came, and Tate yelled out, “Sleeping!”
Audrey giggled as she kicked off her heels, and 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 started to wonder. 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, but 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 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 Audrey slick with want. She had never been so turned on in her life.
Well, she took that back… their night together she was basically extinguishing the fire with her wetness.
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 was wearing a shirt, unlike now. Opening her other eye, she took in Tate’s statuesque body. Lord, he was beautiful. Taking in his gorgeous chest, she noticed the names that were written under each black bird that flew across his chest. She hadn’t noticed that before; sitting up, she read each name.
Pappa, Mamma, Matilda.
She smiled as she looked up at his swoon worthy face. Before she could ask him about the names, Tate opened his eyes and said, “I’m surprised I made it through practice.”
Audrey giggled, “Was it rough?”
“Yeah, no more drinking with you when I’ve got practices or games.”
Still giggling, Audrey laid 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, all the guys had sombreros and maracas. They were shaking them, and screaming out ‘Ole’!”
Audrey laughed out loud as Tate only glared, “It was not funny”
“Whatever, that is epically awesome!”
“Traitor,” he sneered before poking 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,” Tate laughed before sitting up, still pinning her hips down with his.
She glanced up at him, and then down to where he only wore a pair of sheer shorts, “Um, you gonna get off me?”
