Page 5 of Fall to Me
Nate tilts his head back and barks out a laugh, then brings his focus back to me. “Feisty. I like it. You know, River . . . I happen to be an exceptional brat tamer.”
I roll my eyes, not giving him the satisfaction of a verbal response.
He points his index finger at me, eyes gleaming. “That . . .thatright there would land you a nice hard spanking.”
“Enough!” Carter snaps.
Nate laughs and tosses me a playful wink as Aiden approaches our table, limping slightly, with Sean Mac trailing behind.
Sean Mac is Carter’s friend from college and our new goalie now that Ivan retired. He moved to New York at the beginning of July, and since then, he and Aiden have been inseparable.
“Sorry we’re late. I had a bit of a situation to handle.” Aiden says, his voice a little strained as he winces.
Sean lets out a silent laugh, shaking his head and clapping Aiden on the back. “That’s one way of putting it.”
“What the fuck happened to you?” Cal asks.
Aiden groans and immediately cuts his eyes to Carter before lifting a finger, pointing in his direction. “I don’t know if I should say anything . . . This one’s going to give me so much shit.”
“Oh, I’mdefinitelygiving you shit,” Carter says, lifting his drink toward Aiden in a mock toast. “Especially if it’s earned.”
Aiden hesitates, eyes shifting around the table as if he’s calculating whether the embarrassment is truly worth telling the story of what I can guess is a wild night. Finally, he sighs. “Okay. Fine. I almost broke my dick last night.”
Wait! What?!
His delivery comes right as I take a sip of my drink.
My fruity cocktail shoots from my mouth in a graceless spray, hitting the table and my lap. I slap the back of my hand to mymouth in a futile attempt to wipe the mess from my chin. My lungs seize as a coughing fit racks my body.
Carter rubs slow circles between my shoulder blades. “You okay there?”
Butterflies erupt in my stomach from his touch, but I ignore them and nod, then address Aiden, “Proceed, please,” I choke out as I cough and wave my hand for him to continue. “Don’t let my dry drowning stop you.”
Aiden snorts a laugh, shaking his head. “So, I met this hot girl in the casino last night. And when I say hot, I mean I practically needed an oven mitt to fondle her. Long dark hair, tan skin, and her tits? Fucking huge! Goddamn, those legs?—”
“Okay, buddy. We get it . . . now spit it out,” Sean reels him back in.
“Anyway,” Aiden continues. “We hit it off, and one thing led to another. The next thing I know, we’re back at her house trying out this new sex position called the pterodactyl.”
Drew barks out a laugh while pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Dude, that isn’t even real. I’m Googling it.”
“You won’t find it on Google,” Aiden says. “I created it.”
The entire table goes silent, blinking at him in disbelief, then bursts of laughter ring out in all directions.
“You created a sex position and named it the pterodactyl?” I ask as I roll my glass back and forth between my hands.
Cal laughs, big, full-bellied laughs that shake his shoulders. “Y-you . . . you created . . . oh, God . . . whew. This is too good, man,” He wheezes between words.
Ivan tries to suppress his own laughter with a fist over his mouth, his face turning a bright shade of red, and eyes crinkling at the corners. “I . . . I’m trying to picture it, and I can’t.”
“I don’t even know where to start. I can’t either.” Carter shakes his head in disbelief.
Aiden picks up Cal’s beer from the table and downs it. Liquid courage, I guess. He leans forward, slamming the empty bottle back down on the table where he found it.
Holding up one finger on each hand in a two-finger pose in front of his face, he demonstrates.
“Well, it’s like this . . . two people run at each other, and when they’re within inches from one another, the woman jumps in the air, wraps her legs around the man’s waist, then he slides in?—”
