Her lips part as her jaw falls onto her lap. “That is disgusting!Youare disgusting!” She snaps off her wristbands and flings them at me, and I catch them one by one.
“Nice.” I don’t hesitate shooting them across the gym and pegging Knox square in his buffed-out chest. “I’ll catch you later, princess.”
Knox nods over to me, excusing himself from Janelle, and I lead him the hell away from Lucky and her wild flailing as she attempts to master that pulley contraption on her own.
“Who’s the girl?” Knox glances over his shoulder, and I can’t help but glare in her direction.
“UnLucky Madden. All males who value their balls—and their egos should steer very, very clear.”
A dull laugh comes from him as he sneaks another glance her way. “You weren’t steering too clear. You sure you got the memo?”
“I wrote the memo. Hell, at this point, I feel like a living memo. What’s up?”
“Nothing. I just thought that she might be someone special. You two looked pretty close—literally. I guess I was wrong.” Those dark brows of his swoop in low. “It’d be nice if you had someone, though. We could hang out. Double date, stuff like that. Janelle eats that kind of thing up.”
I glance back to where his girlfriend waits patiently for him on the bench. “I guess our budding bromance is over. There’s no way she’s letting you out of her sight.”
Knox belts out a laugh and socks me hard in the arm. “You’ll get yours, buddy. Just you wait and see.” He looks back to Lucky, where she’s grunting and cussing at thin air, and his brows hike. “Who knows? Maybe that little spitfire is the one who’ll steal your heart?”
“She’s not a spitfire. She’s an inferno. And she doesn’t steal hearts. She eats them. I’ll catch you later.”
I hit the cool evening air with my stepbrother’s words still strumming through my ears.
Nope.
Lucky Madden isn’t getting anywhere near my balls or my heart.
My boxers tick as if protesting the idea, and I laugh all the way to my truck.
New goal for the weekend: find a hot chick to scratch that itch.
Lucky thumps through my mind—those lavender eyes of hers pulsating like a heartbeat.
Nope. I like my balls just fine the way they are.
Sorry, girl, looks like you’re out ofluck.
The Princess and the Prince
Lucky
Thursday after classes, after a long week of listening to my professors drone on and on, I meet up with Ava and Harper down at Hallowed Grounds to discuss the minutia of life, dish on our new professors, and lament over the community interaction project Harper and I have entrenched ourselves in—and last, but definitely not least, tackling the all-important task of mapping out our weekend.
“I have an announcement.” Harper pulls her straw from between her lips as if she were trying to seduce us. That’s the thing with Harper—she never has to try. Everywhere we go men fall all over her willingly. We have English Lit together, and, honest to God, I saw the professor ogling her as if she were a piece of meat hanging from a butcher’s rack.
I frown at her without meaning to. If I had Harper’s face and charm, I could easily begin my speed-dating spree throughout the entire Greek system.
“What’s the big news?” I’m not a fan of suspense.
They call Ava’s name at the counter, and she hops up to get her order. “Don’t say a word!” She scoots to the counter and lands back in her seat with her iced mocha and a heart-shaped confection that looks as if it was dipped into a vat of powdered sugar.
“What is that, and how fast can I get it in my mouth?” I’m practically drooling as I say it.
Ava’s mouth opens to answer before she’s distracted by something from over my shoulder.
“That’s what all the girls say when they see what I have to offer,” a deep voice rumbles into my ear. Lawson Kent. I close my eyes as his hot breath rakes over my cheek. Disgusting.
“Hey, good looking!” Ava spikes out of her seat and into Grant’s waiting arms, but I’m slow to turn my head to acknowledge Lawson’s presence.
