Page 46 of Habits

“Where the hell is he?” The loud roar comes from the foyer. “Don’t even try to pretend he’s not here. I already stopped by his house, and it’s empty. And since nobody can stand the fucker except you …”

“What did he do this time?”

This comes from Derek, but there is no answer. Only the sound of the footsteps against the tiles.

I take a swig from my beer bottle before I put it safely on the table. No need for the good stuff to fly all over the floor unnecessarily just because I managed to piss off one of my friends.

“You!” Max storms into the living room, and I turn around just in time for his fist to connect with my jaw.

“What the hell, man?” Derek comes behind him in a hurry, panting slightly, his hand holding on to his ribs, but he still manages to pull Max off of me.

I work my jaw, trying to see if it’s broken because the asshole has one nasty punch. I guess it runs in the family. Rubbing the itchy, swollen flesh, I quirk my brow at him. “Are you done?”

“Andrew …” Derek warns, but I’m not known to be a good listener.

“What? He came in and punched me, not the other way around.” I watch as Max crosses his arms over his chest, trying to intimidate me, I’m sure. I lean back in my seat, grabbing the beer off the table and taking one long pull.

I have a feeling I’ll need it in order to survive this.

“You hooked up with my sister!” Max spats, coming around so he can look me in the eyes.

I run my hand through my hair.

Well, that took long enough.

The silence that spreads through the room is grave. Max looks between me and Derek, still standing somewhere close to the door, the realization drawing in his eyes. “And you knew!”

Derek winces, and I actually feel bad for the guy. It’s not likehehooked up with Max’s sister.

Nope, that would be me.

And to think she left me high and dry in the middle of the night. It’s not that I’m a big cuddler, and usually I want them out of my sight before my dick’s completely dry, but I wouldn’t mind an encore ofthat.

If I close my eyes, I can still smell her on my sheets and feel her tight pussy gripping around my dick fiercely. Just the thought of it makes my cock stir in my pants. I shake my head, trying to cool off. The last thing I need right now is to get a boner in front of the pissed off brother of the girl who’s making me all hot and bothered.

“Not my story to tell.”

I hear Derek shuffling behind me, his footsteps slow and measured as he goes to his dad’s liquor cabinet.

Thank fuck.

“I don’t fucking care,” Max growls, pointing his finger at me accusingly. “Out of all the fucking girls in this godforsaken town, you had to go and kiss my sister?! What’s wrong with you, man?”

Sighing, I tilt my head back. “I don’t know … she was there and …”

And what? I couldn’t take my eyes off of her? I couldn’t stop thinking about her? Fantasizing on how it would be if what happened in the library hadn’t stopped when it did? Thinking of how it would feel to bury my cock into her pussy, feeling her squeezing around me as she pants my name against my skin? And have all those thoughts replaced with hot rage when I saw her flirting with damn Rookie?

“She’s not one of your one-night stands, Andrew! Dammit!” He turns around, kicking the recliner with the force of his fury.

I cringe, happy it’s the recliner and not me. This time, that is.

“She’s been through enough. Suffered enough, and I don’t want some douchebag on my team to break her heart again!”

His words make my shoulders stiffen.

“So what? I’m good enough to be your friend and teammate, but not good enough for your sister?!”

He looks at me, his eyes not missing a thing. I thrust my chin in the air, waiting for his response. Daring him to say it. To say out loud what he’s been thinking all along. To call me on my shit and give me a reason to be an even bigger douche than I already am.

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