Page 109 of Date with a Devil
“Cocky as ever, eh?” Parisi said.
Reavo sighed. “I have this idea in my head that we’re gonna get good again, and then, Hath’s gonna come back from wherever he is, and put our team over the top.”
Dane and Austen exchanged guilty glances. The boys still didn’t know.
“Yeah, that’d be nice, wouldn’t it?” Dane said half-heartedly.
Austen busied her hands and eyes with the new jersey, when suddenly, she began to laugh. “I just realized you guys gave me number sixty-nine. Because ofcourseyou did.”
The boys snickered and pushed and shoved each other.“That was Mikey’s idea.” “Fuck you, Parisi! It was your idea.”
Reavo checked his watch. “Anyway, we just wanted to come say hi. We’re heading out to lunch, so we’ll get outta your hair. Unless you wanna come with us, Austy?”
“I wanna visit with Dane for a little while longer.”
“Okay. C’mon, boys.” Reavo pushed the group towards the door. “We’ll let you two cutie-pies get back to whatever it was you were doing.”
“Ow-ow!”
“The Kingslayer!”
“Number sixty-nine!”
“Morons,” Dane called after them.
The door shut once more, and they were alone.
“Those guys come and go like a storm,” Austen said.
“Yup.”
“When are you going to tell them about Soupy’s affair?” she asked.
While she had penned an article about the gag order, she hadn’t written about Soupy’s alleged affair with Hath’s ex-fiancée. She wasn’t interested in slinging gossip and rumors—maybe it’d be different if someone had concrete proof of an affair. But even then, she wasn’t sure she’d feel comfortable writing that story. It seemed like the boys in the locker room should be the first to know.
Dane sighed. “I don’t know if I will. Is that fucked up? I mean, now I’m doing the same thing as the media—hiding information from the boys. But hearing that Soupy had an affair with Megan makes me so goddamn furious at him, when he’s not even alive to defend himself. We don’t even know if it’s true in the first place. All we know ismaybethere was an affair.”
“It’s definitely complicated,” she said. “And if anyone is going to tell that story, it feels like it should be Hathaway.”
Dane nodded. “Yeah. Too bad we don’t know where the hell he is, eh?”
“Okay. Enough sad talk,” Austen said. She stood, picked up her chair, and walked it to the door. “We don’t have much time—they’re gonna come take you away soon.”
“What are you doing with that chair?” Dane asked.
“Two close calls were enough for me,” she said as she wedged the door under the door handle. “I’m making sure no one else barges in here.”
Dane grinned. “I thought you didn’t want to get carried away in here.”
She unbuttoned her jeans. “Don’t make me change my mind,” she said as she wiggled her bottom to peel the jeans off her hips. She arched her back and turned to show Dane her rear in her skimpy thong. “Do you like it?”
“Love it,” he said, a knot in his throat. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
He threw off his bed sheets and tore the hospital gown over his head. Austen climbed into his lap and straddled him, her hands squeezing at the hunks of muscle on his chest.
“You’resexy,” she said, rubbing herself against his manhood.
Dane pulled her thong to the side. She slid her sopping folds along his pounding cock until he glistened with her arousal.
