Page 71 of The Hat Trick

I chuckle as he pulls me against him. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, but thanks for offering.”

“I’m sure Chandler could do more damage to him than you anyway,” Brent sticks up for me, and I beam at him.

“Damn right I can.” I grab Vince’s drink from his hand and take a large gulp, trying my best to hide my grimace. I hate beer.

“What did your sister end up doing tonight?” Vince asks Brent who was telling us before about all the things his sister, Brynn, has been doing while she’s in town.

I’m also officially meeting her tomorrow at the game. I don’t know how to feel about it, but Brent said she keeps insisting and I thought it would be nice to not have her only impression of me be from that one morning. Practically naked. After I fucked three men the night before.

Something is seriously wrong with me.

“She met some people I guess and was going out with them. She can make friends with a rock,” Brent answers.

“I feel like Vince is the same way.” I nudge him with my shoulder.

“That’s not true. I prefer my friends to be livelier than a rock,” he acts offended.

“Hm, are you sure about that?” I joke and he buries his face in my neck, nuzzling there and I laugh at the tickle. He starts to dig his fingers into my sides, making me laugh even harder while I try to push him away.

There’s a knock at the door that makes him stop. “Just say the word and I’ll kick him out for you,” Vince says. I nod and he kisses my forehead before going to answer the door.

He’s glaring at Matt when they return, and I can’t help but glance over at Brent again who is still as calm as can be in the loveseat adjacent to the couch I haven’t left. I take in the man who just walked in. He’s wearing dark slacks, a white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and a suit jacket. His dark brown hair is perfectly disheveled in a way I know is on purpose. His eyes look glassy as they roam my body. I’m not even dressed provocatively, just in jeans and a t-shirt but he looks like he is about to jump me.

“Are you drunk?” I ask.

He plops down on the other end of the couch from me while Vince takes the spot directly next to me while placing a possessive hand on my thigh that makes me chuckle quietly.

“No, I just had a couple drinks at my dad’s stupid fucking party,” he grumbles.

“And why did you want to leave that to see me?” I question.

He shrugs. “Fucking hated it there. And you’ve been ignoring me.”

“What?” I snap. “I haven’t ignored you. You haven’t even tried to talk to me.”

He shrugs again and it makes me want to slap him. “You didn’t either.”

“Oh my God you—”

“We’ve been keeping her plenty busy,” Vince cuts off my threats I was about to make and pulls me onto his lap.

“Whatever,” Matt mumbles.

“Why’d you come if it was just to complain?” Brent asks.

Matt groans, “I don’t know, okay? I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t know why I keep thinking about Chandler. I don’t know why my dad insists on being a raging asshole. I don’t know!”

He’s not looking at any of us, but I can tell that he truly is feeling lost, and I actually kind of feel…bad. Which is a weird feeling to have for someone like Matt McQuaid who acts like he doesn’t have a single vulnerability, but clearly the alcohol in his veins is the cause of this glimpse of it.

Without thinking too much about it I place a soft kiss on Vince’s lips before climbing over his body to Matt. I straddle him, his hands falling to my hips automatically, but he doesn’t look at me yet.

I run my hands up his chest, around the back of his neck where I grip the short hair and pull on it to force him to look at me.

“You keep thinking about me?” I ask softly.

“Too fucking much. It’s actually annoying, can you make it go away?”

I shake my head. “No, but I don’t think you actually want that.”

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