Page 51 of Crazy Pucking Love
I flinched, but told myself not to overact—the last thing had been a good thing. No reason this wouldn’t be, too.
“My brother.”
Never mind. This was the worst thing in the history of ever. I groaned and dropped my head in my hands. Beck would kill me if he knew I’d entered into a friends with benefits arrangement with his sister. I knew, because if some guy did that with my sister, I’d kill him, no question.
I wouldn’t even care if my sister agreed to it, either, he’d still have to die.They better not ever agree to something like that.
“Believe me, it pains me to bring it up,” Megan said. “I just think that since we’ve decided to keep things more casual, it’s best if…” She took a fortifying breath.
“If he never ever finds out,” I finished for her. That was definitely my vote.
“Pretty much, yeah. This is between you and me, but he doesn’t usually get the fact that it’s not any of his business when it comes to me and guys, so we’ve got to play up the just friends angle around him. And, like, maybe even barely friends. Loose acquaintances, really.”
“I want to make an innuendo about being fully onboard with you being my loose anything…” I stood and ran my hands down her sides, settling them on the curve of her hips. “But you had to go and mention your brother.”
This had drama written all over it. Secret sex buddies. A chance of getting caught and ending up in a fight with one of my teammates. High risk of ruining the amazing friendship Megan and I had, regardless of her claim that she was cool with adding no-strings-attached fun.
If I were smart, I’d walk away now.
Megan tipped onto her toes and brushed her lips across mine. “Good-bye. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Well, no one had ever accused me of being smart. And if the option was being dumb and getting to kiss and enjoy some extra benefits with the girl pressed against me?
Yeah, if that was a stupid decision, I’d gladly keep making it.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dane
Exhaustion tugged at my body as I gripped the door of my locker and stared inside. The screech of metal from Ox’s and Hudson’s lockers made me flinch, and I felt the vibrations from one of them slamming their door closed.
We’d watched film for practice, so I shouldn’t be that physically spent, but of course Ox had Hudson and me here the hour before to lift, even though my muscles could’ve used a rest after yesterday’s rough game.
Then there was all the physical exertion earlier, but I wouldn’t have skipped my morning with Megan for anything.
I debated the merits between throwing on my comfy warm-up pants and ratty lifting T-shirt or putting on my jeans and a nicer shirt. It was Saturday night after all, but trying to cram way too many subjects into my brain this afternoon left me drained. I’d rambled my way through a paper I’d most likely have to redo, but at least turning it in on Monday would give me a few extra days before the professor could tell me that.
Not that I’d probably use them, because I was behind in too many subjects, so mediocre or not, that paper would have to do.
“Hey, Kowalski,” Beck said, walking toward me, and I tensed, sure it’d be about his sister.I’ll just let him hit me. I deserve it.“Want to grab dinner with us? Ox, you’re invited, too.”
“Who’s us?” I asked, careful to keep my tone as neutral as possible.
“Me, Lyla, Whitney—so I assume Hudson’s in—”
“I’m in,” Hudson confirmed and lifted his phone. “Whitney just texted me about it.”
“Plus my sister and her roommate,” Beck said. “It’s at some place Megan picked out. Apparently you can play games after eating a burger that was voted best in the city—she assured me the Bruin’s game would be on while we’re there, too.”
My ears pricked up and my pulse quickened. I’d just seen Megan this morning—all of her sexy curves, every inch of perfect skin…
Okay, focus. Her brother’s standingright there.
This morning seemed like forever ago after all those suckass hours studying, and if Megan was going to be there, I wanted to go. I just wasn’t sure I could without blowing our cover.
“Is your sister’s roommate hot?” Ox asked.
Had to admire the guy for having priorities.
