Page 13 of Stick By Me

I slapped Remy’s hand, my cheeks hurting from the broad smile on my face. “He did. That was fucking awesome.” Archer was having a good night. I couldn’t wait to see him after the game.

After the gameended with ASU winning three to two over the U of A, I waved at Archer as he skated off the ice.

Archer beamed up at me and ticked his head.

“Damn, that was a fun game.” I slipped my phone out of my jeans’ pocket. How were we supposed to meet up? Should we wait around for them? Shit, did Archer still want to meet up?

An older text notification from Archer popped up on my screen. I hadn’t noticed it with all the commotion during the game.

Remy leaned in, his gaze dropping to my phone. “So, are you headed home, or what?”

Holding my phone closer, I opened the text message. Archer must have messaged me during intermission.

Archer

We’re headed over to Monkey Pants Bar and Grill after the game. Want to meet up? It might not be for an hour or so though after the game.

I tapped my phone. I could wait.

Leo

I’ll see you there.

“Uh, yeah, heading over to Monkey Pants. Did you want to come out, or is my brother wanting you home?” I slid my phone into my pocket. I could always get an Uber home if he dropped me off. I was not going home with Archer, I was not.

“I’m sure he wants me home, but I can go out for a beer. I only had one the whole game.” He licked his lips, then wound his arm around my shoulders. “Besides, it’s been a long time since you and me hung out.”

“It has.” This would be interesting, but Remy had already met Archer at a Knot Me show, brief as it was. “Let’s go.” I ambled toward the stairs and headed up.

A half hour later,we sat on one of the old leather couches facing each other at the bar and grill, in front of a gas fireplace tucked into a red wall. The owners had done their best to make it feel like someone’s living room, but it was a bit dated now.

I sipped a new beer and as movement caught my eye, I glanced at the front door. Six guys walked in, all built and all laughing with one another. I spied Archer and Jonah among them. “They’re here.” I straightened up on my end of the couch.

Remy turned his head of brown, wavy hair. “Yeah?”

After slapping one of his buddies on the shoulder, Archer strolled toward us. “Hey, Leo.” He waved at me, then focused on Remy. “I met you at a Knot Me show a few months ago, right? Remy?”

“Yep, that’s me.” Remy slid over to the other end of the couch, then patted the cushion next to him. “Have a seat.”

I peered at Remy. Why did he do that? Did he sense something? “Uh, yeah, Archer, have a seat.”

“Thanks.” He dropped in between us. “I’m sure the others will be over after they order food.”

“Oh? You didn’t want to order food?” My gaze raked over him from head to toe, his black button-down shirt pulling tight across his shoulders, the tattoos peeking out from under the cuff at one wrist and his jeans, filled out in all the right places. Shit, he was hotter than I remembered. My cock woke.

“I’ll order food. Just didn’t want to make you wait anymore.” He gave me a shy smile, his cheeks flushing.

“Here, let me flag down our waitress.” Remy lifted his hand and a woman with long, blonde hair stepped to our couch.

“Can I get you something?” She leaned over Remy, the tops of her breasts peeking out of her low-cut blouse.

I eyed Archer. Was he noticing this? He was bi, right?

Archer kept his gaze on her face. “Yes, please. Can I get the salmon and rice dinner and a beer?”

“Sure.” She looked at me. “Anyone else?”

“No, we’re good.” I gave her a grin and she left. Focusing on Archer, I said, “You’ve been here a few times, I take it?”

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