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When you’re 6’4”, everyone seems short. But this girl looks like Tinker Bell.
“Hey. I may be smaller, but I’m three minutes older. Take the ‘little sister’ stuff and shove it.”
“Hate to break it to you, man, but this girl is way better looking than you are. I thought twins were supposed to look the same.”
“Hey, assholes. Stop rolling around on the floor like it’s some kind of mating ritual.”
“And who are you? Wait. Let me guess. The quiet ones are always the quarterbacks, spending too much time in their own heads, figuring out everyone’s next play.”
“Cooper and Declan both bow down to the altar of the football gods. I don’t get on my knees for anyone.” Coop’s face pinches tight. “Jesus Christ, Nattie. I don’t want to hear about you getting on your knees. Conversation over!”
Getting a boyfriend wasn’t on my list, but looking around at the hotties in this room, that may have to change.
“Is that who you want to be?” Shaking my head, I look away, “Take a girl to dinner before you interrogate her, QB.”
“Think fast!” “Son of a bitch” Cooper dives for the ball like it’s a bomb, but I laugh and catch it. “Come on, Cooper. Chill. I didn’t throw it hard.” He’s belly laughing now. “She’s got good reflexes.” Cooper growls, “That’s because dudes have been throwing her around on stage for years.”
“Nat, you’re the size of Tinker Bell. Cooper's got to be a foot taller than you. We all are. You are Little Sinclair. You can’t blame him.” “You familiar with that particular fairy, Brady?”
“She’s a ballet dancer, not a stripper, man. Stop your gross thoughts before you go there. And she’s great.”
“Wow. You’re a violent bunch.” Everyone turns my way and stares at me like I’m crazy.
“You know, I think that’s the most you’ve said to me all night.” The poor guy looks uncomfortable, like I’ve caught him doing something wrong. “I learned a long time ago that Murphy would talk enough for all of us.”
Pissing off my new tight end before we’ve played a single game is not a goal of mine, and I’m pretty sure Cooper would lose his shit if I told him I wanted to date his sister.
“Tiffany’s house. Be there or be home jerking off by yourself instead of getting your dick sucked by a hot little cheerleader.”
“One of these days, a chick is going to do him dirty. I hope he doesn’t go down in flames, itching and scratching.”
I’m going to have to discuss this with your mother, and we both know having to discuss anything with your mother is not something I want to do.
My traitor brother looks at me like I’m a ticking time bomb he doesn’t know how to defuse.
Tiffany is coming our way and eyeing Cooper like he’s a lollipop and she knows exactly how many licks it will take to get to the gooey center.”
“Have fun, Cooper. Don’t forget, babies grow up in eighteen years, but herpes lasts forever!”
At that moment, something settles in me, knowing I put that smile on her face. I want to be the man who earns that smile every day.
I wonder if I’m the only eighteen-year-old man who wishes his parents were more involved.
“Yeah, man. Way easier to bang and bounce if you don’t have to see them again. Cut that girl out now and get some variety in your life. Girls are like ice cream. You never know what your favorite flavor is going to be until you lick them all. Or until they lick you is more like it!”
“Murph, man. There are other things besides fucking and food. I’m not sure they’re as much fun though,”
What I fail to mention to my new bestie is that I might not be eye-fucking Brady, but I sure am thinking about all the ways he could be fucking me.
Naïve left the building a long time ago.
“I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere, and no one will hurt you. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’ve got you.”
“Get him out of my house,” I roar. Bash’s voice is slow and steady when he speaks, “If that fucker even thinks about calling the cops, remind him who my dad is and what happens to rats. Got it?”
“Ladies. As much as I love a good girl hug, I think if we’re going to be touching each other, we should at least do it in front of Murphy. It would be the highlight of his night.”
“I’ve got him, QB. Go change your shirt before your girl comes back downstairs. It’s got blood on it, and she doesn’t need to see that shit anymore tonight.” Murphy gawks at Bash like he sprouted another head. “His girl?” Bash opens the door but turns his head back. “Yeah. His girl. Pay attention, Murph.” Then he walks outside. “What the hell is he talking about, man?” Murph’s question is directed at me, but I’m already halfway up the stairs and don’t bother answering. Bash is right. That girl is mine, and I’m a fucking idiot for not realizing it sooner.
After I change and wash my face, I flex and stretch out my right hand a few times to make sure I didn’t fuck up my throwing hand by hitting Darby. I wouldn’t regret it if I did,
“Okay. Let me see what Tiffany’s doing with the guys. Did you ever think she would be the one to keep it together in a crisis? Because, I gotta tell you, it shocked me. I always figured she’d cause the crisis or be stuck somewhere in the middle of it. She impressed me tonight.” “Maybe we all underestimated her.”
“Come on. Your brother is ready to run through us all to get to you.” “I’m surprised he hasn’t forced his way up here,”
“Yes, she’s tall, and she’s pretty. But I have a newfound need for someone who’s short and gorgeous. Someone who looks like a pixie. Someone whose brother I was planning on talking to tonight before all hell broke loose. I need to talk to him so he doesn’t kill me when I kiss his sister.”
Darby’s been a fucking dick all summer, and the fact that a five-foot-nothing pixie broke his nose is fucking awesome.
“Gross, Coop. Trying swallowing before you speak.” Murphy chokes out a laugh. “That’s what she said.” The joke falls flat, and Murph shrugs. “Sounded better in my head.”
“Would you please put more sunscreen on me?” “Gotta say, Nat, in my fantasy, this sunscreen is lotion I get to rub all over your body, not a spray.”
Just in case you weren’t aware, Brady, I’m not an object someone needs to ask permission to use. I decide if, and how, I get played with.”
“Because I don’t plan on hiding how I feel about you for anyone’s sake. Not once you realize you’re already mine. And make no mistake, sweetheart. You’re mine.”
“Shut the fuck up, bro. If you promise never to tell me you’re going to worship my sister again, I won’t beat the piss out of you for even thinking about all the ways you want to worship her. And try not to touch her in front of me.”
Don’t fuck her over. And don’t ever fucking talk about her in the locker room, and we’re good man.”
Pretty sure I’d do anything to make her smile and would get you to help me bury the body of anybody that tried to hurt her.” “Good. Keep it that way.
“I highly doubt anything puts this view to shame.” She’s wrong. The view I have of her right here and now puts every other view to shame.
“Nope. And I didn’t even pay her. The moral of the story is: Stick with me, and I promise not to lick anyone else.” “You’re terrible.” “Yeah, that was pretty bad.”
I’m staring at the bay and the stars, anything to keep me from watching Nat lick her ice cream cone. It’s torturing me because I might be a good guy, but I’m a filthy man, and I can’t help but think about everything else she can do with that delicious tongue.
“Oh, so I’m getting Sassy Nattie this morning, huh? And what if I do want to walk you to your class and have you be my girl? Would that be so bad?” “Nope. I don’t think it would be so bad.”
“Fucking gross, man. I’m adding a new rule. No being a moron with cheesy lines when you’re hitting on my sister. Keep that shit away from me, asshole.”
“Tiff, seriously, you made her cry.” “Yeah well, it’s better to be the one in control than the one everyone is trying to torture.
“Thanks, Tiffany. You know you’re a little scary, right?” Tiffany laughs. “I better be more than a little scary.”
“So, tell me more about this super-hot football player.” “I would, QB, but I wouldn’t want you to get jealous.”
