A Favor for a Favor (All In, #2)

by Helena Hunting

Did he just say my face is a boner-killer? I have so had it with assholes tonight.

“A mistake becomes a choice when you make it more than once. Looks like maybe you should’ve thought about the consequences before you made yours.”

“I thought you were a morally deficient stick chaser! And I’m always an asshole,” I yell after her.

“Are you guys, like, a thing?” Uber Jett’s eyes dart from me to Bishop. “No, but it’s pretty tacky, don’t you think? First of all, you have no idea what’s going on between us. Just because she told you I’m not her boyfriend doesn’t mean I’m not something. I’m not, but that’s beside the point.” Bishop’s annoyed gaze locks on the side of my face. “Also, what’s she gonna say when she’s trapped in this car with you until we get where we’re going? You’re almost forcing her to say yes, even if she doesn’t want to.” “It’s really okay.” I pin Bishop with a “What the fuck?” look and slip the postcard in my purse. “It’s

“You’re not a boner-killer. You got hit on by the damn Uber driver with me sitting right next to you. That has to tell you something about your appeal to the opposite sex.”

“Only because her dickhead ex-boyfriend cheated on her and she didn’t have anywhere else to stay. It better not be him in her apartment. I will beat his ass.”

I’m not sure how late we’ll be, but you know how RJ is when he gets into the scotch with Alex. There’s a very good chance I’ll be home before him.”

“No worries. I owe you one anyway. A favor for a favor, right?” “Yeah, right. A favor for a favor.”

“Anyway, she was a beautiful fucking mess, and I was an asshole because she was making one hell of a racket. Now she gets to cause me physical pain on a regular basis, since she’s helping me rehab. It’s endless retribution. Isn’t that right, bae?”

“Just to be clear, you don’t want me to beat the fuck out of this guy?” “No. You have a groin injury, and that is the opposite of helpful for healing.” “Is that the only reason you don’t want me to beat his ass?” “Mostly, yes. Plus I still have to work with him.” Bishop purses his lips but nods. “Okay. Noted.”

“What did you say to him?” “That he’s a stupid asshole and he doesn’t deserve you and he’s lucky he ever had you at all. I also told him I’d be helping you take care of whatever this party shit is, because you shouldn’t have to deal with him.” He closes the trunk. “Oh, and I told him he needs to stop texting you all the time. If you want to talk to him, you’ll be the one to reach out. I also said that was really un-fucking-likely, since I plan to monopolize all of your spare time.”

“You’re together all the time. You cut nights out with us short so you can fit in rehab sessions. He picks you up from wherever you are, even if it’s across town, and he video calls you when he’s away with the team. How is it not like that?”

“Do you not want me to come?” He’s wearing an expression I’ve never seen before. He almost looks . . . hurt. “No. I mean, yes, I want you there, but it’ll suck for you.” “So it’s settled. I’m your date next Saturday.” He focuses back on the game, and I focus on trying to control the butterflies in my stomach.

Things I’ve enjoyed recently: Stevie, rehab with Stevie, me telling Stevie’s ex that he’s an asshole and an idiot, me watching hockey with Stevie, me going to ice practice with Stevie—girl can skate like a pro—Stevie’s hands on me, the smell of Stevie.

I’m not sure what he gets out of this friendship, but I’m glad he tolerates me.

I’m way past wanting to claim the pussy. I want to claim the whole woman.

“That’s my date, not yours, but thanks for warming up the floor for me. Now fuck off.”

“I’m making sure your ex knows you’re off limits for good.”

“Because if anyone should be your boyfriend, it’s me, not that shit-for-brains ass clown.”

Before the night is over I’m going to have my nose buried in that hair. It’ll be a knotted mess because my hands are going to be in it, and I’ll most definitely have it wrapped around my fist at some point.

me trailing behind her like some sort of horndog bodyguard and glaring at any guy who dares to look at her as she passes, which incidentally is every guy in the whole damn room.

“I can cover the cost.” Seeing as I plan to be her boyfriend, I’d like the opportunity to buy her clothes and shit. Especially nice dresses, and panties, and new sports bras, and those athletic shorts I love so much.

“I’m going to ruin the fuck out of this dress, so I feel it’s only fair that I replace it.” I grind against her, enjoying the fact that I can lift her up without it causing me pain; get a boner that doesn’t hurt like a motherfucker; achieve the friction I’ve been dying for.

“I better not have the energy to do anything but sleep after you’re done with me.”

“I’m in love with her, you stupid fuck!”

“But if you break her heart, I’m going to break you.” “I’d let you.” “Glad we’re finally on the same page.”

I shower, shave all the important parts, and head back out to buy nice things for the woman I want as my girlfriend, hoping that by the end of the day that’s exactly what she’ll be.

“I can deal with away games as long as I have you when I get back.”