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Give me the option and I’ll choose the hot hockey player any day of the week.
“Long enough to hear you belt out the lyrics like Taylor Swift’s breakups are your own.” She scoffs. “Those breakups are my own. Don’t burn my girl and you won’t get a song written about you. Plain and simple.” My grin widens. “Spoken like a true Swiftie.”
There’s no way he could kiss me and it not mean something. But she doesn’t need to know that said kiss caused me to go home and have a depressingly realistic dream that we were happily married with two kids and a house in Barbados.
“So, you were saying? Something about I couldn’t do any better?” A smile forces its way through, and she flips me off. “Fuck you.” See, but that’s exactly the problem. I wish she fucking would.
“Kiss me and find out.” I smirk, licking my lips as I glance down at hers. And as I start to move in, her eyes flutter closed. Only to open when she hears the distinct sound of the eight ball going into the side pocket. “I win.”
Note to self: Add sex on a pool table to my Hayes Fuck-It List.
You can see it in his eyes—the way his pupils dilate and how he keeps glancing down at my lips. He’s fighting a mental battle in his head, trying to figure out if he should listen to the angel on his right shoulder or the devil on his left. And as he turns on his side and lightly places his hand on my face, I think I can figure out which one is winning.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers. “I don’t stand a chance when it comes to you, do I?”
“No, but Laiken doesn’t deserve to be played with, so either man up or fuck off, because if you hurt her, I’ll be forced to punch you.”
“I want you, okay? When you’re around, I can’t seem to keep my eyes off you. And when we’re alone together, I lack even the most basic fundamentals of self-control.” He takes a step closer and puts his hands on the counter in front of me. “But no matter how crazy you make me, at the end of the day, you’re still my best friend’s little sister. We can’t cross that line.”
“You can take your moral compass and your shitty excuses and shove them up your ass because that line you claim we can’t cross? You obliterated it the moment you sucked my cum off your fingers.”
She steps down off the bleachers and stands on the other side of the glass. “Take that shit off,” I roar. She’s anything but impressed. “No.” Wrong answer. “I mean it, Laiken. Take it the fuck off or I’ll cut it off you.”
“And I’m glad you’ve figured that out. Now, hate me all you want, but take off his fucking jersey.”
Slipping the lighter out of my pocket, I don’t look away from her for a second as I light the paper on fire.
“He can’t, and I won’t even let him try.” I keep her in place as I move in until my lips are right against hers, feeling the heat of our breath mixing together. “Because you’re fucking mine.”
“I love testing your limits,” I admit. “Wanted to see you break.” The sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen appears on his face. “Mission fucking accomplished.”
“So, you go into the locker room and take one of mine,” he growls. “But the only goddamn number that goes on that body of yours is mine. The fact that you even gave that shithead the time of day pisses me off.” Good. That was the point. “Maybe I just wanted to feel good.” He chuckles, turning the steering wheel to the left. “Oh, trust me, baby. You’re going to.”
“That’s not a skill,” she says through labored breaths. “That’s pure witchcraft.” I lick my lips and suck her cum off my fingers. “You’re fucking delicious.”
Instead of thinking I’m actually offended like I had hoped, he rolls his eyes and grabs the back of my neck, pulling me in and kissing me deeply. He forces my mouth open and tangles his tongue with mine, only to slip the mint he must have just put in his mouth, into mine instead.
“I’m not jealous—I’m possessive. There’s a difference. And I’ve told you before. You. Are. Mine.”
I am yours. I hope you know that. – H.
“You’re right. I don’t want you.” He pushes my car door shut and places his hands on either side of me. “I fucking need you.”
“No, you tried to get her back. I mean fight for her. Face your fears and tell Cam that you’re banging his sister, and then claim your girl.” “Oh, so you want me to get myself killed is what you’re saying,” I say, only half joking. She purses her lips. “Well, no. But that would be a great plot twist, wouldn’t it?”
I ignore her, pulling the switchblade from my pocket as I walk through the door. Cam looks up at me as I spin the blade around, so the handle is toward him. “You’re going to need this,” I tell him just as Laiken reaches the doorway. His brows furrow as he takes it from me. “What? Why?” “Because I’m falling in love with your sister.”
