Page 2 of Pucking Tangled
“Then cook us dinner once in a while. Do the grocery shopping with Casey’s credit card,” Waylon said, injecting himself into the conversation as he returned from his shower dressed only in a pair of shorts, his hair still wet and water droplets running down his chiseled abs and the tattoos on across his chest on full display.
Mia forced herself not to drool.
Wait, no.
No!
No way she’d drool overWaylon.
Damn it. His sexiness was so unfair. Why were the annoying ones always so damn…hot.
Although Mia thought as she pulled her gaze away, if shewereto move in with ‘the boys’ as she called them, the scenery would never be boring.
Each of them was attractive in their own way. Physically and otherwise.
Waylon may be a pain in his ass, but he also had a gorgeous ass. Thick thighs. A ridiculously stupid smile that would make her panties melt if he wasn’t such a player.
Luca. Well, she only met Luca at the beginning of the season when he joined the team, and Casey had been asked to mentor him. He moved in shortly after. Whenever Mia visited, Luca had his nose in a book and barely spoke a few words unless the guys gave him a few beers. Then he became the most adorable socially awkward butterfly.
Casey and Owen, well, she’d never admit it, but the two of them together made for the most intoxicating combination of all.
It seemed weird to think about her best friend and his boyfriend like that, but she couldn’t help it. Theywere both built like Greek gods. She knew the two of them shared women before. Mia couldn’t help but feel jealous, especially since Casey would never think ofherthat way.
Casey interrupted her daydream about the men by agreeing with Waylon. “That sounds like a fair trade.”
Owen seconded Waylon’s idea with a decisive nod as his stomach growled loudly. “How much longer until that pizza gets here?”
Luca looked up from the copy ofThinking, Fast and Slowby Daniel Kahneman that he was reading and checked his watch. “Another ten minutes.”
“What are your thoughts, Mr. Scholar?” Waylon asked, as he threw one of the couch pillows at Luca.
He rolled his eyes and stuffed the pillow behind his back. “Thoughts on what?”
Waylon chucked. “Mia wants to move in. We’re taking a house vote.”
Luca’s eyes widened.
Mia held up her hands. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Mia does not want to move in. Casey is going all ‘big brother’ on me and thinks that I should.”
“Oh.” Luca’s shoulders sank as if he was disappointed. “It’s not my place to say.”
Owen snorted. “Here we go,” he said, directing his comment to Luca. “Now Casey’s going to get his feelings hurt because you still don’t think this is your home, too.”
“Shut up.” Casey elbowed his boyfriend.
“Wouldyoumind if I moved in?” Mia dared to ask the shy and most introspective guy of the bunch.
“If Casey’s okay with it, then I don’t see an issue,” Luca replied. “I don’t think you need to cook us dinner or do the grocery shopping, though.” He smirked.
“You fucker, you were paying attention all along,” Waylon grunted.
Luca just shrugged and buried his nose in the book again.
“Tell you what, I’ll house sit for you guys through the play-offs. That’s it. I’m not moving in.” Mia looked at each of the guys.
She was okay with that. She could handle a short-term arrangement. At least that’s what she convinced herself she was committing to. But moving in? Not so much.
“Is she hearing herself right now?” Casey looked at Owen. “Did we not just tell her to move in? But she’s still only talking about staying temporarily.” He let out a frustrated sigh and looked back over at Mia. “You’re the one making a big deal out of it. You need a place to stay. I’ve got this big ass house,” he continued with a smug smile. “We’re doing each other a favor. I won’t have to board Skeeter while we have away games next season either. Win-win-win.”
