“I said, shut up!” Jason snapped as he stole the basketball from Brad and tossed it into the hoop. Brad wiped the tears off his cheeks as he struggled to stop laughing.
“Shut up!”
“I can’t…I can’t…believe that she shaved your legs!” Brad said between gasps of laughter. The bastard. Thankfully, Jason was wearing a shirt to cover up his now hairless chest and armpits.
Oh, Haley was going to pay for this.
“She ate my cake, too!” Jason said, which in his mind was the more serious betrayal. She didn’t even let him lick the spoon clean and he’d asked several times. Damn tease. That cake had smelled so good. His stomach rumbled from just thinking about it.
“Man, for someone so obsessed with food, you’re lucky you’re not fat,” Brad said as he continued laughing his ass off. Thankfully, he was now able to stand so that Jason could kick his ass in this game.
“It’s not luck. I have a high metabolism and I work out,” Jason said, taking another shot.
“How long did she keep you tied up?”
“I don’t know why you find this so funny. You’re supposed to be my best friend. This should outrage you that someone would take advantage of me like that. Where’s your loyalty?” Jason demanded with a glare.
Brad abruptly stopped laughing and arched a brow in disbelief. “You hired two strippers at my bachelor party to give me a Brazilian bikini wax when I passed out.”
Jason chuckled. Oh, that had been a very good night indeed. In fact, he was pretty sure that he had the pictures around here somewhere. During the entire ceremony, Brad had fidgeted at the altar while he’d tried to discreetly scratch himself. From what Jason heard, his wife loved it so much that she’d been after Brad to have it done again. To say that Brad was reluctant to allow hot wax near his package again was an understatement.
“Nothing you can bitch about will be any worse than what you’ve done to everyone else over the years. In fact, I believe Haley is now my hero.”
“She’s dead to me,” Jason said with a sniff.
“Uh-huh,” Brad said, stealing the ball and making a shitty shot.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jason demanded, taking the ball back.
Brad shrugged. “It just seems that you like her.”
“I do like her,” he said easily before adding, “When she’s not betraying me, she’s my buddy.”
“She’s a very hot buddy in a very cute way, I would say,” Brad added.
“There is that, too,” Jason said, dribbling the ball. “It’s nice to have eye candy around for my enjoyment.” He looked Brad over. “It wouldn’t kill you to pretty yourself up if you’re going to be in my presence.”
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” Brad said wryly.
“See that you do.”
After a few minutes of playing, Brad asked, “So, is there anything going on between you and Haley?”
Jason just barely held back a laugh. “Come on! She’s my buddy. I don’t see her that way!”
“Uh-huh.”
“I don’t.”
“Sure.”
Jason shoved the ball at Brad. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Brad shrugged as he took another shot. “Nothing. Just noticed how you watch her sometimes.”
“Oh? Enlighten me. How do I watch her?”
Brad looked down at the ball as he bounced it once, twice, and then looked up. “Like you want to devour her from top to bottom and you’d kill anyone who got in your way.”
