And then again.
I snarl viciously, snatching the phone from the nightstand, ready to murder whoever the fuck is calling me right now.
"Who the fuck is dying right now?" I answer without checking the number.
"Austin!" Serena laughs quietly.
"Hey, bro. I fucked up," Sidney says, his voice wrecked.
"What happened?" I ask, instantly on alert.
"I…fuck," Sidney growls. "I may have gotten into a fight with one of my teammates. And it may have been caught on camera."
"What the fuck?"
"What?" Serena asks from beneath me, as nosy as ever. God, I love her for that.
"It's a long story. You got time?"
I glance at Serena beneath me, her eyes rife with curiosity, her body covered in my marks, her eyes glossy with need.
"Yeah, I got time," I sigh.
"Is Sidney okay?" Serena asks when I stomp back into the bedroom fifteen minutes later. She's still in bed, sitting up against the headboard with the blankets draped around her. One perfect tit peeks over the top, taunting me.
I stare at her for a long moment, my cock throbbing with need.
Sidney is going to have to deal with his own drama for half an hour. I've got my own situation to handle right now, and it can't wait.
"Austin!"
"What?"
"Is Sidney okay?"
"Yeah. Fuck." I scrub a hand across my face. "He'll be fine."
I stalk across the room toward her, not interested in talking about Sidney or the girl he's fallen in love with.
"What happened?"
"He punched his teammate in the face."
"What?" she gasps, blinking at me. "Why?"
"It's a long story."
She looks around the empty bedroom, her expression pointed. "I'vegot time."
"His teammate caught him fucking his sister," I growl, crawling onto the bed with her. "Sidney decided to end their argument about it by punching him in the face. Now, get on your back and spread your legs, baby."
"What? He was fucking his teammate's sister?" she cries.
"Is fucking," I correct, wrapping one hand around her ankle. "As in, has no plans to stop. On your back."
"You can't just tell me half the gossip and then expect me not to have—"
"On your back," I growl, dragging her down until she's flat on her back. I crawl over her, trapping her wrists above her head, and cover her mouth with mine. The kiss turns her complaint into a muffled whimper.
