Page 24 of Longing for the Minotaur
I huff, wishing we could have avoided this. “My stepsister. Val.”
He brightens up like I’ve just given him a gift. “Oh, your stepsister?” He comes up to us, hand extended in Val’s direction. “Nice to meet you. I’m Louie.”
She politely shakes his hand, throwing me an apologetic look.
“What are you two doing after this?” he asks.
“Um, getting some dinner.” Val looks wildly uncomfortable now, which is how I feel, too. Just watching Louie talking to her with that hungry wolf look on his face makes me want to punch him in the head.
“Oh, maybe I could tag along?” He arches an eyebrow. “I’d love to get to know you a bit, Val.”
He couldn’t be more shameless if he tried.
“Louie,” I say in a low, threatening tone. “It’s family business. Go get showered.”
He furrows his brow, glancing between us before he shrugs, like none of this matters anyway. “All right. See ya at practice, Banon.” He salutes before taking off into the locker room.
I let out a sigh of relief. Val pats me on the shoulder before she scurries off, clearly eager not to attract any more attention.
But that doesn’t stop the guys from teasing me when I get to the locker room.
“Your sister’s hot for being human,” Louie says as I step under the hot water.
“She’s not my sister. She’s mystepsister. Notice that I am not human?”
“Yeah, yeah. Still, you should give me her number.”
I want to roar my fury and tell him not to get anywhere near Val, that if he even so much as touches her, he’s a dead fucking orc—but that would be ridiculous.
“I’ll pass,” I say instead.
“Her loss,” says Louie as he turns off his shower head and steps out. I grunt at his retreating back, glad he’s gone so I don’t have to keep fantasizing about ripping his head off his shoulders.
After a quick shower, I throw my clothes back on and high-five a few of my teammates on the way out for our killer win tonight.
“You rocked, Banon.”
“The star college quarterback strikes again.”
“Thanks, guys.” I wave goodbye as I step out into the cool night.
There, instead of finding Val waiting for me, a few of the girls from the cheerleading squad are hanging out off to one side, showing each other videos on their phones.
“Oh, Banon!” Megan hops off the wall where she’s been perched in her tiny skirt and even tinier top. “I was wondering when you were gonna show up. I didn’t hear from you that night before Thanksgiving.”
Right. I completely forgot that Megan had given me her number. She was the one I was talking about when I mentioned a cheerleader with a great ass, but in absolutely no way does her ass compare to Val’s.
Fuck. I get hard just thinking about it. How soft it is under my hands, how it bulges out when I squeeze it while I’m inside her…
“Yeah, sorry, got busy with things.” It’s the most noncommittal answer I can give without being rude and outright telling her I’m not interested. I’d been a little curious before, because she does have a good rack and nice butt, but nothing could be less tempting now. I just want to get out of here and meet up with Val by the car.
“Well,” Megan says, sauntering over to me, “it’s not too late.” She pokes my chest with her index finger, drawing it up to my collarbone and throat, then to my chin.
I don’t like how casually she’s touching me. The hair on my mane stands on end, and I resist the urge to slap her hand away.
Val’s voice interrupts us. “You ready yet?” She approaches from the parking lot, pausing when she sees the three cheerleaders still in their uniforms. Megan is standing obnoxiously close, and I don’t like how this situation must look, not at all.
“Who’s this?” asks Megan, her brows lowering as she regards Val. I know mean-girl behavior when I see it, and the train is already in motion.
