Page 75 of Changing the Play

West and I sit down beside them, with me squished between Ben and Parker and West. Landon—I think—leans in closer to Ben and Parker, saying something quietly under his breath.

Ben squeezes Parker a little closer to him and Landon’s lips turn up in an indulgent smile, which is… very strange.

Warm lips press to my temple and I startle, turning to face West. “Hi,” he says, giving me a crooked grin. “Do you want a drink?”

I nod. “Yeah, that’d be great. Park?” I ask, turning to Parker.

“Sure.”

“What do you want?” West asks, looking between the two of us.

Would it be bad to say whatever’s on your tongue tastes pretty freaking good? Probably. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“Same,” Parker says.

West gets up and heads to the bar, leaving me alone at the table. It’s totally fine. I can handle a group of football players.

Levi looks at me, his wavy blonde hair falling over crystal blue eyes. “Hey, man. I’m sorry about that shit with Marcus. He’s a real dick. We don’t all act like that.”

I smile at him. “Thanks. I didn’t figure West would hang around with openly bigoted people, but sometimes people can surprise you.”

“It was so cool that you beat the shit out of him, though,” Devon says, leaning over the table, wide eyes trained on me.

“Uh, not sure I really beat the crap out of him, but thanks?”

Landon laughs, finally pulling his attention from Ben and Park to turn to me. “You did, though. It was the talk of the locker room for weeks.”

Ugh. That’s embarrassing. “To be fair, he hit me first.”

Ben’s studying me, and after a second, he leans closer to me. “He hasn’t shown his face, right? If he gives you shit, and you’re worried about telling West, you can tell me instead. I’ll take care of it.”

I shake my head. “No, I haven’t even seen him around, nor has he tried to contact me, but neither of you need to get into it with him on my behalf.”

Landon reaches across to fist bump me right as West gets back. “At any rate,” he says. “You’re the reason I got my spot on the team.”

“You’re welcome?” This is kind of awkward. Especially knowing these guys probably wouldn’t have given me the time of day three months ago. Not that I’ve ever really cared about that, but still.

West places a drink in front of me and one in front of Parker. I lift my glass, clinking it off theirs before downing half of it in one swallow. Ugh, that’s strong. I blow out a breath, deciding to sip it from now on.

“Where’s West?” I shout at Parker over the sound of the pounding music.

They shrug. So helpful. “Where’s Ben?” they shout back.

I glance around, realizing for the first time that Park’s dancing with Landon, not Ben. Huh, good question. I shrug. They’ll probably be together.

Everything’s good. The air. My body. West. All of it. I’m all tingly and warm and my skin feels good and I’m horny and I want to go home.

Finally, I spot West standing along the wall with Ben and the other two.Names. Names. Names.Ah, Devon and Levi. That’s right. An easy smile spreads across my face as I make my way to them.

“He’s so pretty, right?” West slurs when I get within hearing range. I stop walking, listening as Ben’s gaze finds mine and he smirks. Devon and Levi are looking at West like they’re seeing him with new eyes. “And smart. So smart. His dick,” he starts, holding his hands up like he’s about to measure my dick’s size for them. No. Oh no. I quicken my pace, clamping a hand over his mouth before he can finish the statement.

West turns to me with wide eyes, and I can feel his smile grow against my hand. I uncover his mouth, which turns out to be a mistake. “Hi, baby. Let’s go home, yeah? Want you to fuck me with that big dick.” He turns to the guys. “I’m serious. Does this thing with his fingers that just… ugh.”

My face catches on fire, but my dick also hardens way quicker than it should, given how drunk I am. “Shhh,” I hiss.

Everyone around us laughs, but West is undeterred. “Seriously,” he pouts. “Let’s go home and fuck. We’d make pretty babies, don’t you think? They’d be awesome. Smart and beautiful and good at sports.”

“Stop talking,” I say, covering his mouth again, this time with both hands. He nods, so I let them fall away. “Let’s call an Uber.”

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