Wet (Westbrook Elite, #1)

by Cambria Hebert

“Rory.” She sniffed. “The only time you call me that is when I’m in trouble.” “Then stop being so much trouble, and I won’t have to call you that,” I deadpanned. “I am not trouble!” Seriously? This woman was more trouble than all of the ones I’d dated combined. I had a running list of all the ways she’d already put me half in my grave.

She moved back into my neck, but not before wiping her nose on my shoulder. See? Brat. “Rory.” “Don’t call me that.”

“I’m already here in the pool doing the work. Helping you will only make the team better,” I explained. “And I don’t care if you’re gay, bro. Hell, you can even check out my ass if you want.” Carrot gasped. “You cannot!” “There you go being jealous again.” I tsked, privately amused.

He made a gruff sound and reached for her. She pressed a little farther into the wall. He paused and, voice low, told her, “C’mon now, Mads, I won’t hurt you.” She relented, letting him tug her back into the middle of the bed. When she was settled, he pulled the blankets back up and covered her with the red comforter.

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