“Anyway, you’re so hot my friends are gonna be checking you out. And I’m not supposed to kick anyone’s ass? But also, I’m unable to grope you? Or even sneak you off into the bathroom for a quickie? That’s just rude,” he said, feigning hurt, and like he wanted, she grinned, her dark red, glossed-up mouth puckering out at him before she shook her head.

“It took me, no joke, three hours to look this good. And that was while smacking away your hands from grabbing my kitty. So please, let me bask in my hotness for the party, and then you can have your way with me once we get home.”

He thought that over for a moment. “So I can put it in your butt?”

Lucas and his wife Fallon looked back at him, wide-eyed, and started to laugh. It didn’t faze him. He wasn’t shy around his friends, but apparently, it mortified the hell out of Kacey. Smacking him with her purse, she mock yelled, “Really? I’m gonna kill you.”

“What? Baby, that’s a tight ass,” he teased, kissing her bare shoulder as they walked into the arena. It was decorated in the team’s colors, purple and black, but still had a very elegant feel to it. Everyone was dressed to the nines, but Jordie couldn’t look at anyone but Kacey.

“You’ll be lucky if I let you touch it,” she sneered, smacking his hand away as he took ahold of her butt. “Jesus, man, behave yourself!”

“Come on. A quickie. It’ll take two seconds maybe, and I swear, I’ll put you back together,” he begged playfully and she rolled her eyes.

“One, I don’t know if I can get this dress back on, and two, I work here, Jordie. No!” She was trying to be mad, she was, but she wasn’t committed to it yet. He may be annoying her, but she loved every second of it. He knew because her nipples were hard and, man, how he wanted to put one or both in his mouth.

Jesus, he wasn’t gonna make it.

“I work here too, it’s okay. I’ll bring the Cup home for Elli to make up for all the sex I’m gonna have all over this arena,” he said. And when Phillip Anderson looked over at him laughing, Kacey groaned.

“Will you hush!” she demanded.

Taking ahold of her waist, he brought her back hard against his chest. His cock rested against her ass as he chuckled into her neck. “Your fault, it should be illegal for you to be this hot.”

Closing her eyes, she grinned as she shook out of his arms. “You’re making me blush. Stop.”

“You’re making me hard,” he whispered against her neck. “Please don’t ever stop.”

Looking over at him, she shook her head, but she wasn’t mad. She was loving it. Moving her hair behind her ear, he nibbled on her lobe, feeling her grin against his cheek. “Since you’re making it hard for me to walk right now, just know, you won’t be walking tomorrow.” Pulling away, he chuckled at her shocked face as he asked, “Want something to drink?”

Looking at him incredulously, she nodded her head. “Water. Ice water, please,” she muttered before turning and heading toward where Lacey and Karson were. As he watched her ass move side to side, he bit his knuckle to keep from groaning.

God, she was hot.

And all his.

“Damn, please tell me that’s not your girlfriend,” Benji Paxton said from his left. Looking over at him, Jordie grinned like a fool, nodding his head.

“That is, and also our trainer.”

“No way!” he gasped, his head falling to the side. “When did she get that hot? And also, way to go, bro. She’s killer.”

Jordie nodded, shaking his hand. “Some would object to our appreciative talk of my girlfriend.”

“Are you part of that some?” he asked and Jordie thought for a moment.

“Nope, she’s fucking hot and all mine.”

Benji laughed as he nodded. “Lucky bastard.”

“I am,” he said, taking two cups of water from the waiter. “Whatcha drinking?”

“Pop with no alcohol whatsoever,” Benji said with a grin. “Eleven years sober.”

Jordie nodded. “Hundred twenty-seven days sober for me.”

“Ah, my sobriety brother, great job and way to go. The first hundred days are tough, but the year will fly by,” he said excitedly and Jordie’s heart sped up.

“Really? Did you relapse?”

“Nope, never, but those first hundred take a toll. How long was rehab for you?”

“Ninety.”

“Oh, awesome. Did you do, like, a stay-in one or just meetings?”

“Both,” Jordie said, taking a sip. “Sucked ass.”

“I know. I did the same, but only for thirty. That’s why the hundred was tough for me, but you can do it, dude. Don’t lose faith.”

“Thanks, bro,” Jordie said, grinning. “I’m only a little bit nervous. If I fail, I let down a lot of people.”

“Good motivation. I had no one to let down but myself and the memory of my wife, daughter, and brother. But that story is one for the road. I’ll let you get back to your hot-ass girlfriend,” he said, tipping his head to her. “But I look forward to getting to know each other.”

“You too, bro. Have a good night,” he said and Benji shrugged.

“Dude, let’s be honest. I’ll leave here and go home to watch Game of Thrones,” he said and Jordie laughed because he assumed he was joking. The dude wasn’t ugly by any means, sorta looked like an underwear model with his chiseled cheekbones and puffy lips. But when he just turned around and walked away, defeat in his eyes, it left Jordie with the assumption that he would really go home and watch Game of Thrones instead of finding a lady to go home with.