Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Does everyone have their cards in?” the blond twink from hell asked from the other side of the coffee table, that ridiculously gorgeous smile beaming as he flipped his bangs back with his hand. “Carter? Did you and Sawyer put yours in?”
“Oh, sorry. We got distracted, but thanks for checking in on us, Erick.”
“It’s Derek.”
I remembered his name. If there was one thing I was good at in my line of work, it was keeping a mental index of names and basic profiles, but in my hypercompetitive state, I couldn’t resist the dig.
Sawyer and I threw our cards in with the others, and Derek shuffled and read them out one at a time. However, when he selected the winning card, I couldn’t help but chime in. “What? I don’t see how ‘acorns’ beats ‘Daniel Radcliffe’s delicious asshole.’”
Derek eyed me curiously. “Acorns made me laugh, and I am the judge.”
But Daniel Radcliffe’s delicious asshole always wins. Goddammit.
“Who even put ‘acorns’ down?” I asked.
Sawyer leaned forward and seized the black card from Derek. “I’ll be catching up before you know it.”
Ooh, I was so worked up, I could hardly breathe.
“But no worries, Carter,” Derek said. “You might still win…I mean, if I don’t nail this next one.”
He winked, all smiles before doing exactly that, claiming victory, and despite being a sore loser, I made sure to congratulate him afterward. I was glad I did too, because after getting over the steam of defeat, I learned that he and his partner, Jackson, were actually pretty cool. Oddly enough, once we got to chatting with them, we found out they were practically neighbors to Fever Falls, living in some condo building in Atlanta that sounded about as populated with gay men as the Falls.
The rest of the day was a bit of a blur as we played more games with Derek and Jackson. 7Then Rex joined us and encouraged us toward the more adult-themed sports. A few more cocktails and shots into the day, and Sawyer, Rex, and I found ourselves standing at a long table with red Solo cups arranged on either side. Across from us, Derek, Jackson, and their buddy Finn were stripped down to pairs of skimpy underwear.
Finn jumped up and down in his pair of Calvins. He double high-fived Derek, the two of them looking so twinky and small standing in front of Jackson.
“Fucking killed it!” Finn shouted as Rex and I removed our underwear, offering up the humiliation expected from the losers of nude beer pong. Sawyer wasn’t required to, since he only agreed to play under the condition that he not have to strip down with us—as he put it—when, not if, we lost.
Fortunately, there had been plenty of other games where Sawyer and I had bested them, which at least gave me the confidence I needed to handle the loss far better than I had those first few games.
Derek did a victory dance as the audience that had formed around us clamored with excitement, at our expense. Jackson shook his head, obviously enjoying Derek’s celebratory jig.
“Good game, though, guys,” Rex assured us, hooking either arm around Sawyer and me. He stroked his hand down my back to my ass.
“I guess there are worse ways to lose, but you head any farther south, and this audience is going to be getting a whole other sort of show.”
Rex laughed, and we split and grabbed our underwear, sliding them back on.
Sawyer was looking sexy in a pair of boxers, and neither of our teams bothered to put on much more than that as we continued having a good time around the upstairs game room where we were now gathered.
“Don’t judge me for my teammates’ poor sportsmanship, please,” Jackson said, approaching and offering us friendly handshakes. “How about another round of drinks on me? Sawyer, you look like you could use something to take the edge off.”
“I think we’ll take you up on that,” Sawyer said.
He threw on his clothes, slipping them over his sexy body, as we continued making new friends. Not too long after the beer pong game, we went to hang out in Jackson and Derek’s suite. At some point, Rex and I wound up lounging on a sofa. He lay behind me, his arm wrapped around my body as he tugged me close to what I now knew was his impressive cock. Rex was a touchy-feely sort, his hands traveling across my body effortlessly.
“I feel like there might be some rules about employees touching the guests in this place,” I said, glancing over my shoulder so I could see his face.
“If there ever were, they apparently didn’t last very long,” he teased, which got me laughing. He moved closer to me, whispering against my ear, “So as far as the touching goes, definitely no restrictions there.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as his breath hit the back of my ear.