fading as he once again thought about Quinn’s bizarre reaction in the gym. He was in the middle of pouring himself a mugful from a fresh pot when Dane’s loud voice surprised him.
“Ricochet! How’s it going man?”
Rick jerked, spilling hot coffee all over his hand. “Fuck! You asshole!”
Dane laughed, walking around Rick to grab a chair, turning it around to straddle it backwards. “You’re supposed to be aware of your surroundings at all times, Marine. It’s on you if you were daydreaming, not me.”
After cleaning up the spill, Rick turned around to face his friend, who was grinning. “I want to punch that smile right off your face, killer.” Rick smirked as he sipped his drink, praying the caffeine would help him focus on work instead of a certain brunette.
“So, you go out last night?”
Rick rolled his eyes. They frequently played wingman for each other and when they did, they both got laid pretty much every time. Of course he picked today to ask about sex.
“Yes.”
“So? Did you score?” Dane waggled his eyebrows at Rick.
“If you’re so interested in my sex life, why didn’t you just come with me?”
Dane threw his head back and laughed. “I told you I had to be here at six to train Sloane. That kid is going to win a belt someday. He’s a beast. Besides, I’ve helped you score with more girls than you could possibly count. Now stop stalling and let me live vicariously.”
Rich grunted. “ I helped you score you mean, and as a matter of fact I did get laid last night. Are you happy?” Rick’s gaze dropped to his coffee. He couldn’t watch his friend’s face light up with delight when the thought of last night made Rick sick to his stomach. Him and Dane always traded stories of their conquests, it was their thing. This morning, however, Rick just wasn’t in the mood.
“Niiiice. Let me guess, you vanished before the smell of sex had even cleared the room.”
“Fuck you, Nolan.” Rick was starting to get angry at his friend’s line of questioning. It was bad enough that he went back to the bar last night and pictured Quinn the entire time some random girl sucked his dick in the back room. It made him feel like some kind of sick weirdo, like he defiled Quinn or something. But he needed the release. Staying away from Quinn was killing him. He didn’t feel like rehashing how unsatisfying the experience was for Dane’s mid-morning entertainment.
The big man stood up, staring at Rick through narrowed eyes. “What’s your problem?”
Refusing to answer, Rick kept his eyes on his drink, willing the man to let it drop and leave him alone with his misplaced sense of guilt. Dane must have gotten the hint, because seconds later he heard the door open. Rick sighed and saw that he was alone. He was thankful to get at least one thing he wanted this morning.
Chapter 6
QUINN RAN FOR the front desk, hoping that Dane wouldn’t catch her eavesdropping on his conversation with Rick. She hadn’t meant to listen in. She was only going to grab a bottle of water from the break room when she heard the two men talking about Rick’s conquests as she stood in the hall, frozen in place.
She blinked back tears as she sat in the chair behind her desk, not quite understanding why they were there. Rick wasn’t her boyfriend, heck, he wasn’t really even her friend. What did it matter who he screwed on his own free time?
Because, you thought you felt something special with him, that because he brought you shopping it somehow meant he cared.
Clearly, Quinn was an idiot, because her brain kept telling her over and over again that Rick wasn’t good for her. But the kind, thoughtful man she got a glimpse of last weekend had her heart believing there could be more to him than just a good-looking, conceited ass.
Guess not.
The phone rang and Quinn welcomed work today. Anything that would keep her from thinking about Rick and whatever girl he took home last night
“Ricochet! How’s it going man?”
Rick jerked, spilling hot coffee all over his hand. “Fuck! You asshole!”
Dane laughed, walking around Rick to grab a chair, turning it around to straddle it backwards. “You’re supposed to be aware of your surroundings at all times, Marine. It’s on you if you were daydreaming, not me.”
After cleaning up the spill, Rick turned around to face his friend, who was grinning. “I want to punch that smile right off your face, killer.” Rick smirked as he sipped his drink, praying the caffeine would help him focus on work instead of a certain brunette.
“So, you go out last night?”
Rick rolled his eyes. They frequently played wingman for each other and when they did, they both got laid pretty much every time. Of course he picked today to ask about sex.
“Yes.”
“So? Did you score?” Dane waggled his eyebrows at Rick.
“If you’re so interested in my sex life, why didn’t you just come with me?”
Dane threw his head back and laughed. “I told you I had to be here at six to train Sloane. That kid is going to win a belt someday. He’s a beast. Besides, I’ve helped you score with more girls than you could possibly count. Now stop stalling and let me live vicariously.”
Rich grunted. “ I helped you score you mean, and as a matter of fact I did get laid last night. Are you happy?” Rick’s gaze dropped to his coffee. He couldn’t watch his friend’s face light up with delight when the thought of last night made Rick sick to his stomach. Him and Dane always traded stories of their conquests, it was their thing. This morning, however, Rick just wasn’t in the mood.
“Niiiice. Let me guess, you vanished before the smell of sex had even cleared the room.”
“Fuck you, Nolan.” Rick was starting to get angry at his friend’s line of questioning. It was bad enough that he went back to the bar last night and pictured Quinn the entire time some random girl sucked his dick in the back room. It made him feel like some kind of sick weirdo, like he defiled Quinn or something. But he needed the release. Staying away from Quinn was killing him. He didn’t feel like rehashing how unsatisfying the experience was for Dane’s mid-morning entertainment.
The big man stood up, staring at Rick through narrowed eyes. “What’s your problem?”
Refusing to answer, Rick kept his eyes on his drink, willing the man to let it drop and leave him alone with his misplaced sense of guilt. Dane must have gotten the hint, because seconds later he heard the door open. Rick sighed and saw that he was alone. He was thankful to get at least one thing he wanted this morning.
Chapter 6
QUINN RAN FOR the front desk, hoping that Dane wouldn’t catch her eavesdropping on his conversation with Rick. She hadn’t meant to listen in. She was only going to grab a bottle of water from the break room when she heard the two men talking about Rick’s conquests as she stood in the hall, frozen in place.
She blinked back tears as she sat in the chair behind her desk, not quite understanding why they were there. Rick wasn’t her boyfriend, heck, he wasn’t really even her friend. What did it matter who he screwed on his own free time?
Because, you thought you felt something special with him, that because he brought you shopping it somehow meant he cared.
Clearly, Quinn was an idiot, because her brain kept telling her over and over again that Rick wasn’t good for her. But the kind, thoughtful man she got a glimpse of last weekend had her heart believing there could be more to him than just a good-looking, conceited ass.
Guess not.
The phone rang and Quinn welcomed work today. Anything that would keep her from thinking about Rick and whatever girl he took home last night
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