For the first time in my life, I’m glad to be an only child. If I saw some dude playing grab-ass with my sister, I’d break his fucking hands.
Quinn’s not your sister, so what do you care?
I don’t.
Okay, fine. I care. But only because I’m not a trash human being.
“I can’t believe you chased Mike off.” Quinn’s bottom lip juts out, forming a sexy little pout. “It was rude.”
“Serves the fucker right.” I plant my hands on my hips. If she thinks she can guilt me over Doctor Octopus, she’s got another thing coming. “Thirty seconds ago, he was dry humping you like a dog in heat.”
“Eww.” She squeals, doing that cute nose scrunching thing again. “Gross.”
I flash her a wicked grin. “Tell me about it.”
“Did you just—” She tilts her head and looks up at me from under her lashes. “Did you just call me gross?
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing gross about you.” That’s half the problem. If she’s really going through with this whole losing her virginity to a stranger thing, she’ll have no trouble finding dudes to volunteer as tribute. “From the looks of it, I arrived just in time.”
“If by just in time, you mean just in time to cockblock me again, then yes.” She lifts the blue drink to her lips and takes a hearty gulp. “You can move along now.” She makes a shooing motion with her other hand. “Go wreck some other virgin’s night.”
“Are you sure I didn’t save your night?” I cross my arms over my chest, and damn if her attention doesn’t lock on my biceps. Not gonna lie, I’m flattered. I figured her type was more studious. “That guy probably doesn’t even know what a G-spot is, let alone how to find it.”
Her gaze shifts to my face, a challenge burning in her eyes. “I suppose you think you could do better?”
Without a doubt.
I lean forward and whisper against the shell of her ear, my lips brushing against the sensitive flesh. “Sweetheart, I don’t think. I know.”
Her breath hitches and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve heard all day. Forget crashing helmets and Wildcat cheers. This right here is what I need. The heat of her body warming my cheek.
“It’s— It’s too bad you have that virgin rule,” she says, the words coming on a breathy whisper.
“Too bad.” I pull back, and just like that, the moment is shattered.
Quinn swallows, throat bobbing delicately. “You’re not drinking tonight?” she asks, staring pointedly at my empty hands.
“Just got here.” I shrug. Normally I’d be halfway to blitzed by now. “We had an away game today.”
Which, yeah, is just as stupid as it sounds. Waverly is a football school. Of course she knows we had a game today.
“I know. You played well.” She smacks me lightly on the arm. “Nearly gave me heart failure in the fourth quarter when you pulled down that pass at the five-yard line.”
“Did you really doubt the Dynamic Duo?” I ask, tapping into the swagger that’s made me one of the most popular wide receivers in the Big Ten. “Reid and I are fire.”
Even at six-two, I had to stretch like Gumby to get my hands on the ball. It was only through years of training and muscle memory that I had the presence of mind to drag my toes, making it a fair catch as the momentum of the play carried me out of bounds.
But nobody wants to hear that. It’s not nearly as sexy in a sound bite.
“It was a great catch, but don’t let your head get too big.” A sexy smile curves her lips, all sass and spitfire. “Conference games will be more challenging.”
Damn. She sounds just like Carter, our new placekicker, and I’m feeling it. Doesn’t hurt that Quinn’s actually into football and isn’t over the top about it, quoting stats she doesn’t understand or give a shit about.
She’s the real deal.
“You two are close?” she asks. “You and Reid, I mean.”
“He’s my best friend.” I laugh, the tension easing from my shoulders. “Scratch that. Reid’s like the responsible big brother I never wanted. I’m going to miss playing with him next year.”
