So This Is War (Vancouver Agitators, #5)

by Meghan Quinn

“Trust me?” “Of course,” she says. “Then follow me.” We both get out of the car and meet at the front of the hood. I take her hand and then walk up to the door where I knock on it. A slot at the top opens up, and a man takes me in. “Mr. Posey,” he says. “Good game tonight.” “Thank you,” I say as he opens the door and gestures down a long, barely lit hallway. Wylie clings close to me, and as we make our way down, she whispers, “Is this a sex dungeon?”

She hops off the counter and turns around, looking over her shoulder. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Levi.” Well, Jesus.

“What are you doing?” Halsey asks as he comes into the locker room, straight from the showers. When I sent a text to the boys saying I was going in for another leg workout, Halsey offered to join me. “Just thinking,” I say. “Thinking about what?” He sits down and runs another towel through his hair, drying off the short strands. “Nothing I think I can share right now.” He sets the towel on the bench next to him and slides a pair of briefs under his towel. Not sure why he’s being shy. The man has a fucking monster of a cock. He should be flapping that thing around every chance he gets.

“Let’s have breakfast tomorrow or meet up somewhere else so we can talk about it.” “Yeah, I’d like that. Thanks, man.” “Hey, you helped me with Blakely. I might as well return the favor.” I press my hand to my heart and say, “Jesus, fuck, I think that’s the first time you’ve ever admitted that.” “And it will be the last.” He offers me a fist bump and takes off, leaving me alone in the locker room. At least one of my friends can admit to my hard work. I knew I always liked Halsey the most.

“Oh look, he got us drinks,” Silas says as he takes a seat in the private room I secured. “Is it decaf?” Eli asks. “I won’t sleep if it’s caffeine.” “It’s peppermint hot cocoa,” I say as Pacey, Halsey, and OC all sit down as well. Halsey offers me a sympathetic look while taking one of the cups of hot cocoa. “Is this going to be something dramatic?” Silas asks. “Because I don’t enjoy being pulled away from my girl.” “Yeah, this better not be a bologna emergency,” Pacey says. “Guys, I think it’s serious,” Halsey says, looking concerned. They all look at Halsey. “Do you know something?” Eli asks. “Did he tell you something he didn’t tell us?” Silas asks. “This hot cocoa is fantastic,” OC says after taking a sip.

“Yeah, about that,” I say, knowing they won’t be happy about this. “I’ve actually been texting your significant others, and they’re the ones who helped me with Wylie.” “What?” Pacey says. “Wait,” Silas says, looking pissed. “Ollie knew about your relationship before I did?” “Even Blakely?” Halsey asks, looking hurt. “To be fair,” I say before Eli can say anything. “I told them not to say anything to you guys because I didn’t think your advice would be helpful.” Eli crosses his arms over his chest. “What about the Frozen Fellas? Did that mean nothing to you?” “It did. It’s why I called upon you now,” I say. “Because I knew that this was a different level. I don’t think the girls can help me with this. This requires insider information.” I blow out a heavy breath and say, “I think I need you to help me woo our coach.” “Jesus Christ,” Silas says as he leans back in his chair. “Not what I had in mind,” Pacey says. “I’m still hurt that we weren’t good enough to help with Wylie,” Eli says. “Honestly, I’m still shivering over the knowledge that Coach Wood caught you having sex with his daughter. Yikes,” OC adds.

He looks between us. “We’re his starting lineup. He fucks with one of us, he fucks with all of us.” I slowly turn to Halsey and touch his hand. “Dude, my nipples just got hard.” “Yeah . . . this is the guy you want to stick your neck out for,” Silas says while thumbing toward me. “Mr. Hard Nipples. Jesus.”

“I can respect your decision,” I say. “But if you’re in this much pain, why haven’t you said anything?” “Because I’ve been able to power through,” he answers. “But not because of sheer will.” He looks me in the eyes. “Because of Posey.” Motherfucker.

Levi texted me from the ice bath, explaining to me the anatomy of his man parts and how they shrunk into nothing while he iced his body. Something I didn’t need to read, but it was entertaining to say the least.

“Now, about that boy. You’re telling me that you love somebody who might possibly love bologna more than you?” I let out a laugh and curl in closer to my dad. “I do. And I’m willing to play second fiddle to lunch meat if it means I can be with him.” “Well,” Dad says. “If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is.”

OC even told me that he saw her going into Coach Wood’s hotel room one night. When I told Wylie, she gave her dad a round of applause and said he needed to get some ass. God, I love her so much.