Page 18 of Power Play

“Steal away. I’m grabbing another beer,” Rex says as he walks away.

Cassie doesn’t wait long before grabbing me and pulling me towards the bathrooms. Trevor, thankfully, notices I still have the cue in my hand and takes it from me.

“Where are we going? Why are you pulling me? Hold on, is Melissa fine with her date?”

“Shh. No talking for a minute. Melissa checked in thirty minutes ago, they went back to her place.”

Yanking me into the bathroom, she immediately turns to me.

“Who is that, and why the fuck haven’t you told me about him?” she demands.

“What?”

“That guy?! It’s obvious you guys know each other.”

“Are you talking about Rex?” I ask, dumbfounded.

“YES.”

“Oh, I, uh…met him a couple weeks ago at work,” I stammer.

“You didn’t think to tell me about it? He’s fucking hot! And his friends? Holy shit. Part of me wants to be pissed that you didn’t say anything, but the other part of me understands why you would keep those guys hidden away. That sounds like one fun night, if you ask me. Not that Rex seems like the sharing type.”

“What do you mean?”

“The way he looks at you, he’s very obviously into you. He watches you when he thinks no one else is watching. He’s very good at keeping his friends away,” she explains.

“Bullshit! It’s probably just his face, he’s always grumpy. At least he was the two times I’ve seen him.”

“The looks I’m seeing him give you have nothing to do with being grumpy and everything to do with wanting to lay you down on that pool table and fuck you till you can’t remember a single guy you were with before him. He seems a little possessive, in a hot way,” Cassie says, fixing her hair in the mirror.

“You’re reading into everything way too much. If anything, he tolerates me, and his friends are the nice ones,” I tell her.

“Hah. Okay. Mark my words: that man wants you. Now let’s go out there. I want to see how all this plays out,” she says with a wink.

As we head out of the bathroom, part of me wonders if there might be some truth to what she’s said. The two times his friends have tried to hang out with me, whether it was Harris asking to play pool or them offering to buy him a lap dance, he’s interfered.

I wonder what would happen if I gave Harris a little attention. Would that be enough to get Rex to lower his shields? Or would that cause him to finally explode. Either way, it could be fun.

5

REX

My friends are going to be the death of me.

Not in the literal sense—well, hopefully not—but figuratively, they are destroying me.

Trevor has reached out a couple times since I moved back home, and the last two times they convinced me to come out with them, we’ve run into her. I don’t even know what it is about this woman, there’s something different about her that I can’t quite figure out, but I want to. It’s enough to have her constantly running through my mind at all hours of the day. During practice, when I’m home making dinner with Rory, or late at night with my hand on my cock, imagining her small body on top of mine, or beneath. I’m not picky.

Harris and the rest of the guys would say it’s because of the lap dance, which they’re not wrong; it was fucking incredible. But it’s more than that. There’s something she’s hiding, something that I can tell is screaming to be set free, and I want to know more about it.

When we ran into her tonight, I knew there was no way I would let any of the other guys hit on her. Fuck that. So, when Harris—or Dirty Harry—tried to get her to play pool with him, I stepped in and demanded we play teams.

I don’t do that shit. That’s got Trevor written all over it. He’s the jealous, emotional, girl-crazy type, whereas I usually don’t give a fuck what people do.

Interested in me? Cool, you can have one night. Not interested? Cool, I bet Harris or Miles would love to get to know you.

But Sawyer? Fuck that. They aren’t touching her.

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