Page 55 of O Goalie Night
No sooner are the words out of his mouth than Beth appears behind him dressed in one of my t-shirts.
This is bad. Every muscle in my body tenses at her ill-timed arrival.
I know Ben well enough that I am absolutely certain if he turns around to see his sister scantily clad and looking freshly fucked, this is not going to end well for anyone involved.
She freezes, a look of sheer horror on her face, and I force myself to keep my focus on Ben in the hopes he won’t turn around.
“Fair point,” I say as Beth backs herself up around the corner and out of sight. “Do me a favour and make sure nothing catches on fire while I’m gone. I’ll be right back.”
I catch up to Beth just as she’s entering her bedroom. The one she definitely did not sleep in last night.
We very narrowly avoided a disaster just now. Hell, if Ben had walked in a minute later, I’d have been lucky to escape with my life.
Worth it. No one has ever looked better than Beth right now. She’s all legs and messy hair, my t-shirt barely covering her ass. Even though her brother is only a few walls away, all I want to do is throw her over my shoulder and put her back in my bed where she belongs.
Beth is visibly flustered as she silently motions to the kitchen. Her movements are over the top, like she’s in a silent comedy.
Fuck, she’s cute.
“Sleep well?” I whisper, unable to stop myself from grinning at her.
“What are we going to do?” she hisses. I understand why she’s on edge. Ben’s surprise appearance is inconvenient, but not a complete disaster. He already knows she’s staying here. We just need to act naturally and he’ll be none the wiser.
“Go get dressed and then come to the kitchen.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
She nods and turns to follow my instructions, but I catch her hand before she can disappear and pull her into my arms for a quick kiss.
Okay, maybe not that quick. Once my lips meet hers, it’s hard to let her go.
She giggles as I release her and I want nothing more than to follow her as she enters her room. She’s about to close the door, but just before she does, she pauses. With a wicked smile that hits me straight in my stomach, she pulls my t-shirt off and tosses it at my head.
I’m treated to a brief view of her naked body before she closes the door in my face.
Pulling the shirt on as I head back to the kitchen, I stifle a groan as I realise it smells like her. That’s not going to help me get rid of this hard on.
Ben’s removing the bacon from the pan as I return to the kitchen. I grab a carton of eggs from the fridge and abowl from the cupboard, avoiding making eye contact with him as I join him at the counter.
“How’s Valentina?” I don’t know why I didn’t think of asking him sooner. There is nothing that distracts him like talking about his supermodel girlfriend.
“She’s fine, I guess.” He grabs forks from the drawer and walks back to the island.
I wait for him to continue as I start cracking eggs into the bowl, but he doesn’t. I study him as he sinks onto the chair looking exhausted.
“Everything okay?”
“It’s fine.” His tone is clipped. “She’s pissed at me. She wanted me to go to brunch with her and her friends this morning, but I feel like that’s all we fucking do.”
“Get brunch with her friends?”
“Or get cocktails with her friends, or go to art galleries with her friends.” He sighs and rakes his hands through his hair. “She never wants to do anything with my friends. I asked her to come to the club last night because I wanted her to meet Beth and she said she would, but then she called and said she needed me to meet her at some condo downtown instead. And when I got there, guess what? It was just the same boring people talking about the same boring shit. I care about her, but everything is always on her terms. I’m sick of it.”
“Sick of what?” A fully-clothed Beth walks into the kitchen looking bright and chipper causing my heart rate to increase.
“Morning, Bug.” Ben’s funk over his relationship woes seems to fade. He stands and ruffles her hair before grabbing his coffee mug and heading for a refill. “Late night?”
