Page 10 of Forever Wild
Woah, buddy.Eyes up.Moving my gaze to her face and reminding myself that she’s my teammate’s little sister doesn’t seem to help. It’s been more than a month since I’ve seen a woman naked and suddenly, I am thinking that’s one day too many.
It isn’t like I didn’t already know she’s a beautiful woman. Ev is gorgeous. She has a heart-shaped face, pouty lips, and these big, expressive hazel eyes. She’s average height, but still feels tiny next to me. Her legs are long and toned and if I had ever looked at her boobs—which I definitely haven’t—I’d know they are nice and perky.
Sometime over the past year I looked at her and realized all this.Objectively, she’s stunning.
But hooking up with a teammate’s sister is completely off-limits. Hell, I wouldn’t even sleep with someone’s cousin. It’s too messy. My loyalty is to my teammates and besides, I’m not that hard up for attention.
Except lately I’ve been screening every text or call, including those wanting to help make me feel better with a quick fuck. Let me tell you how much I want some chick looking to score with Jack Wyld, hockey captain, to see me in this condition. Hell, I’m not even sure I could give them the good, hard dicking they’d be expecting. If my workout today was any indication, I’d be huffing and puffing and asking themto watch out for my bad leg while trying not to accidentally bang them in the head with the cast on my arm. No fucking thanks.
She arches a brow, reminding me that I’m still staring at her.
“Thank you for the food.”
Surprise plays over her features. “Wow. He speaks without growling at me.”
Her taunt, of course, makes me want to growl at her. My leg is tired though, so instead I pull out a chair and take a seat. Everly watches me so closely my skin feels tight.
“How are you doing?” she asks, a touch brighter and without the snark.
“Here to check in and report back to Bridget?”
“No.” She comes closer, stopping a foot away where I can smell the coconut-scented sunscreen on her skin. “I told Bridget I was staying out of it from now on.”
That would explain why Ash texted me five times already today.
“I don’t need anyone to check in on me. I’m?—”
“Fine?” she asks, a smirk on her sexy mouth. “Don’t need anyone’s help? Want to be left alone?”
Yes, to all those things.
“I don’t want them worrying about me. We only get a few months off the entire year. The other nine months are a grind of nonstop hard work and time away from families and loved ones. They deserve this time to relax and unwind.”
“That’s stupid. They care about you. They’re yourfriends. Of course, they’re going to worry.”
She digs into the bag and pulls out two containers, then hands me one. She walks through my kitchen and directly to the silverware drawer. Grabbing two forks, she brings them over and sets one infront of me. The familiarity she has with my house speaks some truth to her words. They are my friends. And by extension, she is too. I’m not ready to invite everyone over and make small talk, but I can have lunch with Everly. One lunch, then maybe she’ll be satisfied that I don’t need her either.
Except…
“Did you clean in here?”
Her cheeks take on the slightest hint of pink. “I threw out the moldy shake, yes.”
“I would have gotten around to it.”
She says nothing, which is almost more aggravating than her sass.
We eat in silence. I devour mine, really. Breakfast this morning was toast and a protein shake. I need to get some groceries. I could also tell my chef that I changed my mind and need some meals prepared and ready to go, but he was so excited about having the summer off that taking that back now feels shitty.What the hell did I think I was going to eat?I haven’t cooked for myself in years and suddenly taking up the hobby when I can barely move around without breaking a sweat, seems like the worst possible idea.
“I made cookies too,” she says, abandoning her salad to walk over to a big, beach bag looking duffel next to the back door. She leans over and I’m once again averting my eyes from the way the black material stretches over her chest, gaping in the middle. Not that it helps. I need a cold shower and a few minutes to myself.
Everly returns, that sweet scent following her. Somewhere between being annoyed that she was here and trying not to ogle her, I didn’t consider why she was in a swimsuit to begin with.
She drops a container of cookies in front of me. Sugar cookies. Coincidence that it’s my favorite? Probably not. A slow trickle ofunease works its way down my spine.
“Why are you here, Everly?”
“I told you, I was in the neighborhood.”
