His hands are back around my hips, keeping me pressed against him on his lap.
“Possessive much?” I mumble, quite pleased with his attachment to me.
From what I’ve heard and seen, he doesn’t sleep with anyone twice. The mere fact he’s still interested has me mentally doing somersaults.
He’s staring at my lips, like they’re the main focus of his world. “Don’t label me,” Ashton says and plants a quick kiss on my mouth.
I whimper from the loss of contact and run my fingers through his hair. I pull his gaze up to meet mine. “Do you really want my brother finding out about us?” I ask.
He huffs, and the kisses are momentarily stopped once again. “No, but the entire team knows. We weren’t exactly being quiet. Everyone saw us at the party after the game that night.”
Actually, we were being quiet, but it was us making out and everyone watching that has rumors flying around us.
“How long until Luca finds out?” I ask. I can’t help but wonder if I should tell him, or if Ashton should do it. They’re teammates and best friends.
But I’m his sister.
“Pretty soon if he comes looking for us,” Ashton says, and I grumble, standing up. Already, I miss the warm feel of his hands on my body.
He stands and brushes a stray hair behind my ear. “You look flushed. Go to the bathroom and cool off for a few minutes.”
“And what about you?” I ask.
“What about me?” His smile vanishes. “I’m cool as a cucumber.”
I glance down his body and eye his jeans, where his cock is hidden away. “Really?”
“I’ll wait it out in here for a few,” Ashton says and drops one more kiss on my lips before I sneak out of the hall closet and hope no one notices me.
I’m more than just a tad excited when the twenty-eighth rolls around and we move into the rental house on campus.
It’s a nicer property than the dorms that I toured, and I still can’t believe it’s ours for the semester.
The house is a five-bedroom two-story, with lots of living room and study space. It’s bigger than Luca’s previous digs, which housed him, Ashton, Liam, and Jessie.
Funny enough, I never met Jessie. Not when I visited Luca’s house on weekends or even when we moved out. He was never around, even less than Liam, who barely shows his face at home.
Which is fine with me. Living with boys isn’t my first choice, but Dad insisted I stay in the same house as Harper and Luca. I find the whole situation a bit strange since they’ll be married soon and Harper has a kid, but whatever.
As long as Zeke isn’t crying in the middle of the night or keeping me from studying.
I haven’t really spent much time with the little one. I met him on Christmas Day and gave him lots of tickles and cuddles.
He was enthralled with the toy train set that Dante and Nikki got him, which seemed to keep him pretty entertained, except when Harper had to chase after him, repeatedly.
Harper and Luca are down the hallway, with Zeke directly next door.
Ashton’s room is at the opposite end of the hallway. “I call dibs on this room!” I say, grabbing the one across from Ashton, before I even so much as open the door to ascertain its size.
Ashton’s door is wide open, and he lies on his bed, reading a magazine.
I poke my head in, curious if he’s just taking a break or finished already.
There aren’t any boxes in his room, nothing for him to unpack. He could help in the kitchen, but he’s hiding out, probably until someone else notices.
“All done in here?” I ask.
He points at the dresser. “I just had them move it with my clothes inside.” The smug look on his face greets me.
