Sources have confirmed that Zane’s sister, Sierra, was driving the truck that killed her and another young woman onPonte Vedra Boulevard in Jacksonville seven years ago. She was underage at the time, so her name was concealed. The same source claimed that Zane was drunk when he left the party with Sierra, and that the two of them were seen arguing shortly before driving away.
The article is mostly bullshit. We weren’t arguing until we got into my truck, but that’s not what hurts the most. It’s that Sierra’s name is being dragged through the mud when I’ve only just been able to start thinking it again.
“How about we go for a hike? You never know; it might work for you as well as it works for me.”
Blair’s been trying to cheer me up all day, and even though her attempts help ease some of the tension currently wrapped around my heart, it’s too thick to be cleared completely.
“Maybe I can get into hiking during the offseason. I swear Pierce was trying to kill me in practice today, claiming he needed my muscles aching to the point that it was all I could think about.”
“Did it work?” Blair giggles.
“Nope. Now I’m just thinking about everythingwhilemy muscles ache to the point of nausea.”
“That sounds like fun. Gotta love Coach for trying. What about sex?”
I choke on thin air. “Please.” My voice croaks and I cough to clear it. “Please don’t mention Pierce and sex in the same sentence.”
“I didn’t. It was two different sentences. They just followed each other. So, what do you think?”
“I think my cock has never been this soft in my life.”
“That’s a no then?”
“Come here.” I chuckle, grabbing her around the waist to pull her down onto me. “I appreciate everything you’re doing,especially when this is hard on you too, but I’m not sure I’m in the mood for anything today.”
“Are you sure about that?” She bites her lip, her gaze turning innocent and doe-y. That’s probably not a word, but it sums her look up completely. She’s doe-eyed and she knows that makes me feral for her. Actually, who am I kidding? It doesn’t take much to make me feral for her. Breathing would usually suffice. But now—
“I really can’t change your mind?” Her voice is soft and sultry as she repositions herself until she’s straddling my waist, rocking her hips. “I just want to make you happy.”
She lets out a breathy moan, and my palms flex as they settle on her hips, my cock twitching beneath her.
Her eyes widen and while I know she felt it, she doesn’t tease me. Instead, she grinds her covered pussy harder against my sweats, the material on her yoga pants so thin I can feel how hot she is, how ready.
My phone buzzes across the coffee table behind her, and she stops moving to glance back.
“Ignore it,” I groan, my voice strained as all the blood travels south, gearing up for action. The message is likely to be Keeley with more bad news, or the group chat checking in on me. Neither of which are important now that Blair’s succeeded in changing my mood.
I squeeze Blair’s waist, bringing her attention back where it should be, but when my phone buzzes again, three more times, I lose her.
“Are you sure you’re not going to check that?” she asks, clearly distracted.
“Fuck, no.” I run a hand through my hair.
“It sounds important.”
“You know it’s not.” Keeley only ever texts once, so it’s got to be the group chat and they’re officially cockblocking me.
I smile pleadingly, but Blair crosses her arms over her chest and stares pointedly at the phone, refusing to let me break my promise to be a better friend.
“Okay. Jesus,” I grumble, lifting her off me so I can grab my phone. I play the part of a grumpy asshole right up until she smiles triumphantly, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“One day I’m not going to be this whipped by you. You know that, right?”
“We’ll see.” Her innocent smile makes me snort while I check my messages. The truth is, I can’t see that day ever coming. And I hope she knows that.
Sitting back, I read the texts aloud.
REED: Hayley decided that since our group chat is basically a relationship starter, we need to consider making Keeley the next target
