Page 64 of Sweet Temptation
I’ll fight with him tomorrow.
LUCKY
“Dude, there’s a fucking fat-ass raccoon sitting on the couch in the backyard.” Linc walks right into my room without knocking, and I look at the bathroom door Lexie is currently behind, having only just gotten the hell out of bed two minutes ago.
I love him like a brother, but I might fucking kill him for his shit timing.
“Seriously, it’s eating something off a plate. What the fuck? Are we feeding the animals now and nobody told me? We gonna offer them silverware next?”
Before I can respond, the bathroom door opens, and Lexie walks out in my Kings t-shirt, her wild hair down around her shoulders, and an annoyed look on her face. But she can’t be pissed this time. I didn’t tell the dumb fuck to come in.
“Has anyone ever told you your timing is shitty, Linc?” she asks with a completely straight face as he smiles.
“Nope. Just you, Lexicon.”
Dumbass.
My girl shakes her head and moves around him for the door. “Well, it sucks. Learn how to knock. And while you’re at it, stopsmiling at me while I’m half naked in your best friend’s shirt. It’s creepy.”
She walks out and shuts the door behind her, and the creepy dumbass turns back to me with a goofy grin. “I thought the you-and-her thing wasn’t happening.”
“Yea, well, I’m working on it. Now get the hell out so I can take a shower before practice.” I head for the bathroom, and the bastard laughs.
“Work faster.”
I wish it were going to be that easy.
Thursday practice is typically the last hard workout of the week. But today, we’re working on one-on-one drills, which is more fun than it sounds. Especially when you’re lining up on the line of scrimmage against your asshole roommate who’s walked in on you and his sister twice in the past few weeks.
“Come on, you cock-blocking motherfucker. Show me what you got,” I tell Linc as we line up against each other.
It’s just us running the drill, and this is our version of fun.
“Let’s see if you’re as easy as my sister, you little bitch.”
Camden Monroe calls the cadence and throws a beautiful spiral, the kind they slow-mo in movies as we take off running down the field. Fifteen yards down the field, Linc breaks right and pulls ahead of me. And I know this fucker thinks he has me.
News flash, asshole.
I’m better.
Linc has a tell.
Excitement lights up his eyes before he raises his hands.
No one else would ever know, but we’ve been playing together since peewees.
I know.
Linc’s left hand raises to snag the ball midair, confident he’s got it.
Dumb fuck.
I get to it first and cradle it to my chest as I hit the ground, laughing. “Not on my watch, fucker.”
“And that’s why they call you Lucky, you little shit.” He grabs the ball from me, laughing, and throws it back to Camden. “Let’s go again. I want to be ready to destroy Kansas City this weekend.”
“Yeah, man. I gotcha.” I grin and smack the back of his helmet. “Don’t ever fucking call your sister easy again.”
