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My nose wrinkles up. “Say the words sour puss again, and I’ll personally fly to Jersey to kick your ass.”
We’re going to dinner tonight, and Oak’s got a stick up his ass about being late.” “Don’t you dare put this on me.” Oakley glares down at Quinton before a slow smirk takes over his face. “And on the topic of asses, the faster yours gets moving, the sooner we get back here so I can shove my stick—”
I catch the faint twitch of Oakley’s mouth before he nods in concession. Then again, ever since they officially got together, he hasn’t been able to deny my best friend much of anything.
He’s so disgustingly in love, I could actually vomit.
“Pretty sure I heard you two fucking this morning from all the way in Chicago.” My best friend gasps, and I can almost see him holding his hand against his chest mockingly. “Only in Chicago? Guess that means we weren’t loud enough.”
“Maybe you should come out our way to visit during winter break,” he offers while we load into a new match. “You could get away from your roomie from Hell, spend some time around people you actually like.” “So why would I come see you?”
Somehow, he keeps slicing off little pieces of me without even trying. Parts I usually do my best to keep hidden, I find myself freely giving him, and I don’t entirely know why.
Leading the way, I call over my shoulder, “If you say so. Just know that I’m pretty good about getting it in the hole.” He breaks out in a coughing fit
taking a seat on the struggle bus.
“Because, despite our rocky start, you’re kinda growing on me.” Frowning, he adds, “Like a fungus or something.”
It’s so big because the football teams need to compensate for playing a less physically demanding sport.
surprising the both of us when he fits in the space perfectly.
“Not a single one of them is good enough for you, Kase.” I smile, fingers gripping his waist. “And you think you are?” “I wanna try to be.” His forehead collides with mine. “For you, I wanna try. And that alone is…” “Insane?”
“You’re doing great, baby. Just like that,” he rasps, his fingers tightening in my hair fractionally.
“Don’t be shy. Let it out,” Hayes murmurs, his head dipping to pepper kisses over my neck and jaw. “I wanna know how good I’m making you feel.”
It’s him…wearing my jersey.
Holden shakes his head before motioning toward the two of them with his chin. “He doesn’t have to; I can read it all over his face.”
Not because of the fucking phenomenal session of sixty-nineing Kason and I had last night—though the sound of him choking on my cock will live rent-free in my head for the rest of my life—but
“I want you, Hayes. More than anyone or anything else.”
Or the way I stripped him bare again last night and watched him ride me for the first time.
He leans in, his lips a hair’s breadth from mine, and whispers, “Well, if having your mouth wrapped around my cock until I come is what it’s like to be on your bad side, then I can’t wait to be on the good.”
“Are you done with the snark, or do I need to fuck it out of you?”
Like he’d move mountains to change the past or take away the pain. Like he’ll stop at nothing to make sure it never happens again.
And if I didn’t already know I’m falling in love with him, I sure do now.
And even though I’m in an opulent home that’s far outside the realms of reality, surrounded by a group of people who I’ll never fit in with, I’ve never felt more at home. Because I’m with him.
“There’s not much in this world I wouldn’t do for you, Hayes.”
“Maybe not, but you’re sure as hell out of your mind. No amount of money on this planet is worth more to me than Hayes.”
I love him.
My eyes never leave him as I do, unable to look away from the person calling to me like a moth to a flame.
“Tonight, when you took me out on the dance floor?” I murmur, my fingers skating over his jaw. “That’s when I knew I was completely gone. If I hadn’t realized I’d fallen in love with you before, I knew it then. Felt myself slipping past the point of no return every time you smiled at me.”
“It won’t be what you deserve. And you deserve everything, Hayes.”
“I feel like a piece of me dies inside every day I don’t hear from him.”

