When they finally notice me, Maverick and Rhett’s glassy stares and big smiles give me some idea of just how drunk they are. Heath doesn’t look drunk, but I’m still a little irritated that they’re all hanging out together when I tried to plan a night out with all of us.

“Genevieve!” Maverick calls. He’s got a bottle in one hand and a controller in the other. “Come be on my team. They’re kicking my ass.”

Rhett puts his controller down and runs a hand through his dirty blond hair. “You can take my place. I’m out, boys. I need to call Carrie.” He stands and heads to his room, leaving me with Heath and Maverick.

“Need another?” Mav stands, sways, and then walks to the kitchen. He grabs a beer and holds it up.

“No, thanks,” Heath says. He motions me over to him and holds his arms out.

I go to him and climb into his lap. As he wraps his arms around me, I snuggle in close and breathe him in.

“Hey,” I whisper into his jaw. He’s unshaven and I love the way his scruff feels against my smooth skin. “Feeling better?”

“Mhmm.” He places a thumb under my chin and lifts my mouth to his and places a quick kiss on my lips. I melt into him. “I only had two beers and look at me, I’m a lightweight now. Sorry that we didn’t make it out. How was it?”

“A total bust. You didn’t miss anything.”

“You two wanna cuddle?” Maverick asks. “Make a little Mav sandwich?”

“No chance,” Heath says and stands, holding me in his arms. He’s unsteady on his feet, but somehow he carries me without falling or dropping me.

“Night, Mav,” I call over Heath’s shoulder.

He kicks the door closed and deposits me on his bed and lies on top of me, burying his head in my neck. He kisses the spot. “You smell nice.”

“You feel nice,” I say, lifting my hips into the hard bulge in his pants.

I slip my hands under his T-shirt and up over his pecs. He leans up enough for me to pull the material all the way over his head. I love Heath’s body. Every muscle and every ridge. The light smattering of hair covering his chest and the defined abs and V that disappears into his jeans.

A shiver of pleasure shoots through me as he kisses my neck and collarbone, first on one side and then the other.

I unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. As my palm meets skin, I chuckle.

“Had to freeball it,” he says and leans up to give me a sheepish grin. “Haven’t done laundry since I got back.”

I free his cock from his pants. “Convenient.”