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Prologue

Jordan

The Bucks' locker room is usually eerily quiet between periods. Unless Coach is reaming us for something, no onesays much. We’re all too busy conserving energy, trying to get our heads on straight, or dealing with our equipment to get up to the usual bullshit.

So it’s suspicious as hell when I hear my teammates’ loud mouths from before I even reach the door.

“What the fuck?”

I shove my way inside to find out what the hell is going on and then pause. Several members of the team are gathered around my best friend and our captain, Jamison Peters, their eyes fixed on his phone. Judging by the sheer number of moans coming from the device…they aren’t watching replays.

“Holy shit, J,” Jonny Limburg breathes like he’s in awe. “Look at the way they bounce every time she–”

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, allowing the door to slam shut behind me before he can finish that sentence. I don’t want to know how it ends. Frankly, I don’t want to know a goddamn thing about what these idiots fantasize about, what kind of porn they watch, how many times a day they jerk off…none of it.

As far as I’m concerned, we’re too close already. There are a few members of the team I respect, like Jamison and Pablo Gutierrez. But most of these guys are assholes. They make a game of fucking around, taking bets on who can bag the most bunnies.

That shit isn’t me. It’s never been me. I’m not opposed to sex. Do whatever the fuck you want to do so long as it’s consensual, but I was raised by a single mom. Doesn’t matter how old I am now, she’d still kick my ass if she ever found out I treated women like half of these guys do.

I don’t lead on women who don’t interest me…and none of them interest me. Save one. Sweet little Sutton Peters is an unattainable dream, too damn young for me, but still the only one I can’t get out of my head.

As far as she’s concerned, I’m just her older brother’s annoying ass best friend and teammate. She tolerates me following her around because of him. And she thinks I only look out for her because of him.

It’s the seventh circle of hell.

I shouldn’t feel the way I do about her. She was seventeen when I met her, for Christ’s sake. But…I can’t shake it, either. No matter what I do, no matter how much I’ve tried to deny or fight it or pretend it wasn’t happening, she’s it for me.

I’ve never said a word about it, never tried to do anything about it. But keeping my distance gets harder and harder every damn day since her eighteenth birthday a few months ago.

If she ever finds out, she’ll never look at me the same. Neither with Jamison. He will fucking kill me. And I won’t even blame him for it. I’m an asshole for even thinking the shit I do about her. There’s no defending it.

He glances up as the door thuds closed. The smirk on his face slips, guilt flickering through his brown eyes as soon as he realizes I’m the one standing there.

“Porn in the locker room? Really, man?” I cock a brow at him, shaking my head. He should know better than this shit. Hell, out of everyone on the team, he’s the last I’d expect to pull something like this. He’s our captain, the one responsible for keeping everyone in line.

We’ve been tight since I was traded to the team. But he’s changed since he was named captain, and not for the better. It’s like he has everything he worked his ass off for and doesn’t know what to do with it now. He’s slowly morphing into a world-class prick.

“It’s nothing,” he says, quickly hauling himself to his feet to shove his phone into his locker. “We were just blowing off steam.”

“Someone was blowing something. That’s for sure.” Grayson Hicks chortles like an idiot, slapping him on the back.

“Vanessa will kick your ass if she finds out you’re watching porn,” I mutter to Jamison, stomping toward the bench to adjust my skates.

Some of the guys laugh like they know something I don’t, but Jamison just shrugs off the comment like his girlfriend’s opinion doesn’t matter. That’s bullshit, though. We both know he’s crazy about her. He risked Sutton’s wrath, who didn’t want him dating her new college roommate, just to get with her.

“Watching? More like participating,” Grayson snickers.

Participating? What the fuck is he talking about?

I whip my head in Jamison’s direction, my eyes narrowed.

“I did not know Vanessa got down like that, man,” Grayson continues, oblivious to the sudden tension in the room. “Maybe I need to find me a sweet little college girl.”

Vanessa? Jesus fucking…

Half the guys who were gathered around Jamison cough uneasily, looking anywhere but at me, but my attention is focused solely on our goddamn captain. He looks like a deer in the headlights.

Jesus fucking Christ. He’s actually showing the team videos of his girlfriend…his baby sister’s best friend.

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