Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
I touch my temple gingerly, wincing at the tender spot. “Why?”
“Said you were hitting on his girl.”
I blink at him as the memory comes back in bursts: the girl, the kiss, the sudden pain. “She was all over me.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Malik says, scowling. “Guy was probably her ex or something. Either way, total dick move. You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I mutter, even though my head is spinning so much I can barely stand.
He stares at me like he doesn’t believe me. “Maybe I should take you to the hospital.”
“Nah, man. Just get me home.”
He sighs, pulling out his phone to order a cab while still keeping a steady hand on my shoulder. “I swear, if you fall over, your brothers are gonna kick my ass.”
“Where’s Shawn?” I ask, swaying slightly.
“He went home. Don’t you remember?”
“Right. Fuck.” Stupid fucker couldn’t wait another hour. And Hayes? Where was Hayes? He hasn’t been the same since Riley came back into our lives.
Malik steadies me as I wobble, muttering under his breath about reckless idiots and Monday-night drama. I’m woozy as hell, but it’s not like I haven’t felt this kind of pain before.
But the humiliation? That’s a whole different story.
And the worst part? Riley’s face flashes in my mind. Not the girl in red. Not the guy who hit me. Just Riley.
Because no matter how hard I try to forget her, she’s the one thing I can’t push out of my head.
15
SHAWN
Riley has a beautiful cum-face and a body that’s made for pleasure. Stretched out naked on our couch, she’s like a goddess from the ancient world, her skin marble smooth and her curves soft and inviting. And my brother has his face buried between her legs.
Asshole.
Jealousy is a dark and obnoxious thing I’m not used to my brothers provoking. When Hayes didn’t want to come to The Red Devil tonight, I suspected he was up to something. Coming home to check was an asshole move. I’ll admit it. But what was I supposed to do? Leave him to have all the fun when what I need is Riley.
There’s a huge chance that this will backfire on me. Riley’s not a puck bunny. She’s not used to the kind of shenanigans that go on amongst the athletes at this college. She’s a freshman and, as far as I can tell, sweet as honey.
But I wasn’t getting anywhere with her, and I wasn’t going to back out of my agreement with Hayes. This risky route was my only option.
When Riley’s eyes meet mine over Hayes’ shoulder, her expression morphs from relaxed ecstasy to shock and horror in less time than it’d take me to clap my brother’s efforts. Her arms cover her amazing tits, and I stifle a groan of disappointment.
I have to tread carefully. It’s make or break and my dick won’t thank me if I bomb here. Success is my only option.
Hayes swings around, and the darkness in his expression is fucking terrifying. We’ve never come to blows, but for the first time, I consider what it would be like to be on the receiving end of a punch from my triplet.
Painful, definitely.
Worse, it’d be like I emotionally punched myself in the face.
I cover my eyes, pretending to be surprised. “The den, Hayes? Really?”
“What the fuck are you doing at home?”
Through the purposeful crack in my fingers, he grabs his shirt and tosses it over Riley, using his body to shield her as much as possible. Dude’s a gentleman. I couldn’t be prouder!
“Tired,” I say. “I didn’t know you had a guest over. Riley. Nice to see you again.”
“Fuck off, Shawn,” she grinds out. “Can you get the fuck out of here?”
I step into the hall but stay close enough to continue our conversation. “You know, you don’t have to stop on my behalf. I like watching.”
“Shawn.” The warning in Hayes’ voice doesn’t worry me. Not really. Everything up until now is partially his fault. He wasn’t honest about what he was doing tonight, and he didn’t take Riley to his room before they started the sexy times. He left her open to this exposure.
“Put my shirt on,” I hear Hayes mumble, and the rustling of clothes, the thud of Hayes’ feet, and Riley’s hissed voice.
“Don’t,” she says.
Don’t what?
Does she think Hayes is coming out here to knock me out? He’s mad, sure. But we’ve never resorted to that in all our years of sibling bickering.
“You should go to my room,” Hayes tells her. “I’ll show you.”
“Just… you’re not going to do anything? I don’t want you to…”
Sweet Riley, worried about disrupting the brotherly love. I risk throwing out another teasing comment.
“You know, Riley. We work well as a team. On and off the ice.”
“Don’t listen to him,” Hayes says. “I’ve never done that with him.”
“But you could if Riley wants it. Do you want it, Riley? I could watch, or I could join in. Two of us focused on making you feel good would be so much better than one.”