Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
That girl is…incredible. Magnificent. Tremendous—okay, not enough adjectives again. She’s so sexy, and I’m attracted to everything about her. And yet as much as I want to sleep with her again, I’m also pissed at myself. I walked over here to talk to Matt about it, but looks like Conor will have to do.
We go down to the basement, where the guys have a makeshift gym. It’s not much—treadmill, a bench press, a rowing machine, and some free weights and resistance bands. Con heads for the bench and strips out of his T-shirt.
Groaning, he slaps his rock-hard stomach and says, “Do I have a booze belly? I feel like I’m bloated.”
“Are you fishing for compliments? Because your abs are tighter than a gymnast’s ass,” I grumble as I help him get the weights. I raise a brow when I see what he’s lifting. “A hundred pounds? Slacker,” I taunt.
“Hung-over,” he grunts. “I’m starting off slow.”
I snicker. “Hung-over how? I’m pretty sure I drank all your whiskey.”
“I cracked open another bottle after you left,” he says with a grin. “Stayed up till three in the morning drinking with a really hot redhead.”
“Uh-huh, I’m sure all you guys did was drink.”
“Well, no. I got laid—obvs.”
I roll my eyes. “Obvs.”
It doesn’t surprise me that he went from kissing my girl to hooking up with another one. And I doubt he did it to soothe his bruised ego—Con’s ego could sustain a direct missile hit. If he hooked up, it was because he was horny from kissing Demi, not because he needed a confidence boost after Demi went home with me.
“How about you, captain?” he asks.
I play dumb. “How about me what?”
“You never answered how last night was for you. Am I the only one who got laid?” He lies down on the bench and holds up his palms so I can deposit the barbell into them.
When I don’t answer, Conor barks out a laugh. “Come on, man, it’s not a trick question.”
“Fine. I got laid,” I admit.
“Shocking! Never saw that coming!”
“Fuck off,” I sigh.
He lifts a brow. “Why so glum? Did you blow your load too fast because of the celibacy thing? Or was it just bad sex in general?” He frowns. “That’s surprising, ’cause she looked like she’d be a lot of fun.” As he lifts and lowers the barbell, all the muscles in his arms bulge and flex.
“She is fun. And the sex was great,” I say roughly.
“Then why do you look so pissed?”
I gaze down at him unhappily. “Because I broke my vow.”
“Fuck the vow.”
“I wanted to stick by it,” I say in a tired voice. “You weren’t here last year. My partying is the reason we didn’t beat Harvard.”
Conor rolls his eyes. “If you truly believe that, then you’re an arrogant prick. One player doesn’t make a team.”
“It wasn’t one player, it was two. Our captain was out, too. Nate and I were the top two players on the team.”
“Well, shit happens. Some teams lose their top three, four, five, to injuries. It’s just bad luck.”
“I guess.” I’m still unconvinced. I release another sigh. “I just wanted to be a good captain this year.”
“Dude, you are a good captain. I mean, look at the shit you tolerate. Bucky and Jesse wanted a pig, and you made yourself look like a complete idiot in front of Coach to make it happen for them. Cut yourself some slack.”
“You’re just saying that because you cut everybody slack. You’re a surfer dude—your whole life is slack.”
He laughs, which trips up his even breathing for a second. He inhales deeply and resumes lifting. When he’s done with his set, I put the bar back in place and give him a second to catch his breath.
“I’m just worried it’ll fuck us over,” I confess. “I’m worried we’ll go on a losing streak now.”
“You really need to chill, dude.” Con’s tone grows serious. “Look, Demi’s cool. I like her.”
I narrow my eyes.
That gets me another laugh. “I don’t like her like that. I mean, don’t get me wrong, if you weren’t in the picture, I’d be all about her. But—one, you are in the picture. And two, I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“I was in the picture last night too,” I say darkly.
Con looks like he’s trying not to roll his eyes again. “Do you honestly think I’d mack on your girl?”
“You did mack on my girl.”
“Yeah, to light a fire under your ass, you idiot.”
I falter. “What do you mean?”
“I was never going to go through with it. Neither was she.” Conor is chuckling as he stretches out on the bench and gestures for me to spot him again. “I’m surprised you let it go as far as you did. She and I figured there’d be some flirting and nothing more. Didn’t realize I’d need to stick my tongue down her throat for you to get the memo.”