Long Pass Chronicles 02 - Canning the Center by Tara Lain

Author:Tara Lain [Lain, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-11-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

THE PHONE buzzed in Jamal’s pocket, and Trevor laughed. Jamal lifted Trevor’s cute butt from his lap and grabbed the phone. “It’s a little damp.”

Ring.

Trev snuggled against his neck. Jamal glanced at the screen. “Holy shit.”

Trevor pulled back and looked at him. “What?”

“It’s Arondel.”

“The weird guy?”

Ring.

“Yeah.”

“You gonna answer?”

“I guess.” His finger hit the key by itself. “This is Jamal.”

“Hello, Jamal. This is Lex.”

“Hi, Mr. Arondel.” He raised his brows at Trevor.

Arondel chuckled. “Your family did raise you to be polite. So, I was wondering if you would be available after the game this Saturday for a little get-together at my home?”

“Wow.” Okay, that wasn’t cool. “Thank you, sir. I’d be honored.”

“It’s just a small gathering of some of my favorite players and their significant others. I hope you’ll be able to bring that charming young lady I met at the party?”

He frowned. “Uh, I don’t know, sir.” He looked at Trevor, who was sitting up and fully alert now, also frowning. “I would have to ask, uh, her.” He widened his eyes at Trev.

“Tell her to consider it a command performance.” Arondel chuckled again. “I’m sure she’s interested in advancing your career.”

What the hell did he mean? Jamal laughed a little. Did that sound too phony? “She’s pretty busy, sir. I’ll see.”

Trevor pointed at himself, and Jamal nodded. He mouthed, “Holy shit.”

“I’ll put you both down as a yes, shall I? I look forward to seeing you. I’ll have my assistant e-mail you the address.”

“Okay, uh, thank you.”

Arondel hung up. Jamal stared at the phone. “What the hell?”

“What’s going on?”

“He’s having a small party for some of his—” He made quotes with one hand. “—favorite players and their significant others. He’s so sure my lovely friend will want to support my career that he’ll put us both down as a yes.” He held Trevor close. “I’m so sorry. You don’t have to come. I’ll tell him my lovely friend doesn’t give a fuck what he thinks, and he’ll have to take me by myself.”

Trevor sighed and wriggled off his lap. “Your lovely friend is gonna be late for class.” He lifted his hips and scooted his jeans and briefs up over his relaxed cock.

Jamal smiled. “I have a better idea than messing around with rich old men. Would you like to meet my best friends?”

“The guys who brought you to the club?”

“Yeah. I told them we’d, uh, met and they were so excited.”

He zipped his fly. “Is Trixie going to meet them or Trevor?”

Jamal ran a hand over his head. “Man, this is complicated.”

“Yeah. Four guys could just be buddies, but I seem to remember that your friends gaze at each other like lunch, and I don’t exactly pass for the next quarterback of the Diablos.”

“How about we have dinner at my place?”

“Hmmm. At your lovely dining room set on your Limoges china?”

Jamal banged his head against the seat. “Damn!” Wait. Inspiration. “Hang on.” He grabbed his phone and dialed, then looked at Trevor sideways. “When are you free?”

“Never free, darling, just damned reasonable.

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