Rookie Move (Playing for Keeps, #1)

by Riley Hart

When it came to the phone, there was no one I wanted to talk to. In a world of texting, I didn’t get why anyone called unless it had to do with business.

“Guess you kinda feel like my little brother too.” Totally not true, though stepbrother porn was hot. I’d be down for some roleplay if he was.

Ah, hell. This was going to be a disaster. “Fine. Imightlikeyoualittle,” I rushed out. Now he grinned that cocky, mischievous smile I’d gotten so used to.

Garrett chuckled. “Straight people are so boring.”

The second we were around the backside of the building, alone in an alley that, unfortunately, stank like trash, I pushed him against the wall and took his mouth with mine.

And then he smiled the smile I knew from growing up when he was about to lay down some big-brother fuckery.