Page 285 of Playing the Pucking Game
I’m just coming back to Earth, swimming in an ocean of pure bliss, when everything changes.
My brain doesn’t compute what happens; it’s like it’s in slow motion as the sheets are ripped from us, cool air rushing over my burning skin before Linc is dragged from the bed and thrown against the wall.
“You fucking asshole,” Rett bellows before he pulls his arm back and slams his fist into Linc's face.
“Rett, no,” I scream, scrambling from the bed as Rett pins Linc to the floor, his fist flying again.
I jump on my brother’s back, wrapping an arm around his throat and holding tight. It’s the only way I can think to stop him.
“Stop it. Please, just stop.”
Rett’s body vibrates with anger.
“Rett, please,” I sob, my voice cracking as I picture what Linc might look like right now.
My brother is powerful; he can cause real damage with just one punch.
But Linc isn’t exactly weak. He can hold his own.
As I cling to my brother, I realize that he isn’t retaliating.
“Get off him, please,” I beg.
“Fuck,” Rett grunts after a few seconds, and thankfully, his shoulders relax.
As he climbs from Linc, I release my hold and slide down his back to the floor.
The air is thick with tension and unsaid words.
“Oh my god,” I cry the second I see Linc on the floor with blood spilling from his nose and his eye already swelling.
“What the fuck, Rett?” I cry, grabbing a box of tissues from the vanity and dropping to my knees with a handful to try and clean him up.
“He was…you were…fuck. I fucking knew it,” Rett bellows, his deep voice bouncing off the walls surrounding us. “How long? How long have you been fucking my sister behind my back, Storm?”
Linc takes the tissue and stumbles to his feet.
A million and one words dance on the tip of my tongue, but none of them break free.
“It’s new,” Linc confesses. “Although my feelings for her aren’t.”
Rett frowns, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. He’s just waiting for a reason to go all over again.
“What?”
Linc shakes his head. “I’ve had feelings for her for years, Rett. You’ve just always been too blind to see it.”
Linc’s honesty floors me.
After last night, I guess I expected him to try and cover up the truth—if that’s even possible, after being caught in the act.
Oh god. My big brother stormed in while his best friend was eating me out.
“No. You both hate each other,” Rett argues, refusing to believe it.
Linc chuckles as if he hears a joke that no one else can.
“We tried hating each other,” Linc explains. “But we never really have. She’s the only girl I’ve ever truly wanted. No one else comes anywhere close to her.”
