Another flush of heat moves through me, and I force myself to focus on the conversation at the table.
“I read an interview with a porn star,” Hayden’s saying, “and he said if he’s having boner problems, he smells the back of his female co-star’s neck.” He gestures at the back of his neck. “It’s a pheromone thing or something.”
“No way,” Rory scoffs. “That’s not real.”
“It is,” Hayden insists, making me laugh with his earnest expression.
Rory gathers my hair off my neck, moving it aside. My smile falters when his lips press against my skin, and as he takes a deep inhale, his stubble scrapes me.
Shivers run down my spine as he exhales over my skin, and something twinges between my legs.
Rory straightens up, dropping my hair.
“Well?” Hayden asks as everyone watches.
Rory shrugs. “Yeah, I don’t know what to tell you, buddy.”
Hayden’s face falls. “I’ve been telling this to everyone.” Darcy starts laughing, and he tilts his chin at her, giving her a flirty smile. “Come here, Darce. Let’s test it.”
He makes grabby hands at her and she laughs harder, swatting him away. Kit shakes his head, smiling.
Hayden’s eyes linger on her for a moment too long, beaming like she’s the best thing he’s ever seen.
They’re friends. Best friends, he tells everyone. And she’s with Kit.
Hayden doesn’t look at her like they’re friends, though.
She slides against Kit, saying something to Pippa, and Hayden takes one look at Kit’s arm around her and glances away, expression tightening.
Huh.
My thoughts are interrupted as Rory stiffens against me. I twist to look at him but he locks me harder to him, jaw tight.
“What’s going on?”
“Can you stay still for a second?” His voice is strained.
“What’s going on—”
Oh.
A thick, hard length presses into my lower back. My thoughts fizz, and there’s another warm twinge between my legs. Rory’s hard. Like, really hard. Pressing into me. Hard.
“Oh,” I say, staring straight ahead. Every cell in my body is hyperaware of the insistent press of his cock against me.
“Yeah.” He makes a hoarse noise.
Liquid warmth pools low in my belly. I picture a thousand dirty things. What it would feel like to fuck Rory. To sit on top of him and ride him. Jesus. My eyes close for a moment and I see it—him holding me down, wrists pinned above my head as he fucks me slowly, staring into my eyes with that lazy, knowing grin as I unravel around him.
My hips shift, searching for friction instinctively, and he sucks in a sharp breath as his hands tighten on my waist.
“Do not do that, Hartley,” he groans, and his length pulses. “That’s not helping.”
My skin is too hot, and yet I feel the urge to laugh.
Against my back, his chest rises and falls as he searches for control. “Why do you smell so good?” He says it like it pisses him off, and a warm flush creeps up my neck.
“I just smell normal.”
“You definitely fucking don’t smell normal, Hartley.”
His frustrated tone does weird things to my body. My skin tingles all the way down my back, and arousal tugs low in my stomach.
We pretend to listen to the conversation at the table while I sit very, very still. Jordan swings by and I order some food, still hyper aware of Rory’s erection. Eventually, the thick rod against my backside goes away, and I can think again.
“Want one?” I ask him when my fries arrive.
He shakes his head, gaze lingering on them. “No, thanks.”
“No drinking, no fries,” I list, popping one in my mouth. He’s like my mom, always putting herself on a diet.
His eyes linger on my mouth. “My body is my career, and eating junk food isn’t going to do me any favors.”
Salt bursts in my mouth as I eat. “One fry, though? Is that really going to end your season? Especially when they’re so good.” I quietly moan the last two words, letting my eyes roll back like it’s the best fry I’ve ever eaten.
Rory’s eyes darken. “Do that again.”
I hold eye contact with him as I eat another.
“Fuck.” He looks away when I lick my bottom lip. “That’s so hot.”
“You know what goes so well with fries? Beer.”
He sucks in a long breath. “I haven’t had one in forever.”
“You played a great game tonight.” My brows rise. “I’m proud of you. You should celebrate.”