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“Don’t talk about him, anddon’tcall me Sugar.”
Ethan steps forward.
“It’s a joke. Lighten up. And FYI, I have no plans to steal your man. Even if Iwasinterested in dick, I’d never want his. Guy’s a fucking stuck-up asshole who talks down to everyone. He’s a goddamn dickbag. Sorry, not sorry.”
“You don’t need to tell me he’s an asshole. I have firsthand knowledge.”
Shit, I didn’t mean to blurt that out. I turn to stalk off, but Ethan steps in front of me, blocking my way.
“Whoa, did he do something to you?”
“Why do you care?”
“I… I don’t,” Ethan mutters, backing away.
“We’re here to play, so let’s play.”
I stomp off in the direction of my crew mates, and thankfully, I don’t hear the echo of Ethan calling after me.
CHAPTER 2
ETHAN
Jett is extra pissy today, and I can’t help but poke the bear. No, not a bear, he’s more like a startled deer with sad eyes. Only, this deer has porcupine quills too. I snort at that image. That’s way too many animal metaphors at once. I must be experiencing sunstroke or something.
Still, I’ve never met anyone who could say so much with one look.
But Jett isn’t irritated the way he usually is when I’m around. No, it’s more than that. He’s furious. And I don’t think it’s because of me, but because of that Renner asshole he’s dating. Now I’m really curious. I mean, I want to know more about Jett anyway.
Why? He’s the only person I’ve met on campus who I haven’t become friends with.
I know, the fuck?Everyone loves me. Everyone.
Okay, I’m exaggerating. Everyoneknowsme by reputation—I throw a sick party, I’m a loyal friend, and I’m a stellar lay. Oh, and I’m great at hockey, of course. I’m popular, so sue me. And I try to find something good in everyone I meet, which means I get along with almost everyone.
Except this blond cowboy from Nevada.
Pretty boy with a near-perfect GPA and a drawl that hits right in the balls. I mean, if I were into deep, raspy voices. Which I’m not. It’s just that I haven’t fucked in over two weeks, so I’m backed up, and it’s making me extra horny.
I watch Jett as he stalks off, and those black nylon shorts he’s wearing don’t leave anything to the imagination. The guy has killer quads that are the envy of every athlete. You don’t get muscles like that from anything less than pushing yourself to your limit. But it’s his ass that snags all the attention, and not only mine, but several students’ who’ve now gathered to watch us play. He struts down the grassy field like it’s a college runway, his ass cheeks bouncing with every step, high and round and way cuter than most hockey butts, mine included.
God, I should’ve worn a hat today because I really am hallucinating…
“Ean, you gonna stand there and stare at Jett’s ass or are we actually going to play this fucking soccer game?”
I turn and offer my teammate Silas my favorite gesture, a finger that always comes in first place.
“I wasn’t staring at his ass; I was wondering how his thighs would feel wrapped around my head.”
Silas’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.Shit.
“I mean, someone else’s head. Not mine. In a non-sexual way. You know, because he’s got legs like a wrestler slash assassin slash superhero. He’d crush your skull with one hard squeeze.”
Silas shakes his head and starts to walk past me.
“Get some water, you’re dehydrated and making no sense. As usual.”
“Fuck you, Si.”
