“Why is your face all red? Were you working out?”
“What? No.” I clear my throat. “What is it? Is Grandpa okay?”
“Yeah, last I heard from Dad. That’s not why I called.”
I blow out an irritated sigh, wishing I hadn’t answered his call. “What’s up?”
“I have an away game at UConn this Saturday. Want to come?”
I rub the space between my brows. “You called about that? Seriously?”
Easton snorts, I throw a pillow at him. He catches it and blows me a kiss.
“Is someone with you?” Ryan asks.
“No,” I answer sharply. “I can’t go to your game, sorry. I’m busy.”
Ryan narrows his eyes. “You’re not seeing Blake again, are you?”
Easton’s face splits in a cocky grin. I press my lips together, shifting around so I don’t break and give us away.
“We’re—” I falter over the truth, aware of him hiding out of sight. “—friends, Ryan. Get over it.”
Easton hums low enough that I hope the phone doesn’t pick it up. He edges into my field of view, staying out of frame stretched along the edge of my bed while sliding his hands over my lower half. My breath catches when his fingers delve between my legs to cup me through my leggings.
Cheeks flaming, I fling my leg out. He overbalances and tips off the side of the bed, thumping to the floor with a grunt.
“Shit!” I squeak.
“What’s wrong?” Ryan asks suspiciously.
“Nothing. I thought I saw a spider on my bed,” I blurt. “I have to go—bye.”
I hang up on him, covering my face.
“Did you just push me off the bed?”
“My brother was on the phone, what did you expect me to do when you touched me like that?”
Easton rolls onto his back on the floor, tucking an arm behind his head. “Take your shirt off and come kiss me better.”
“Oh, come on. You get hit harder in a game.”
“Fine, no playing doctor. How about we play with this, then?” He reaches beneath my bed and takes out the box covered in cat stickers.
My eyes widen. I’m not ashamed to own vibrators and other toys, but I brace for what inevitably happens when guys discover them. I hate having to deal with bruised egos because I’m better at getting myself off with a toy than with any guy.
He didn’t have any problems last night, my mind supplies.
“Easton—”
He opens it, eyes gleaming. “Oh, hell yeah.” He waves the lid at me. “This is adorable. I like that you put cat stickers on your pussy box.”
I blink. “I—my what?”
Blowing out a breath, I pop off the bed to take it from him, but he holds it out of reach. I prop my hands on my hips.
“What, you think girls don’t like some me time between classes? We get horny, too. And these get the job done better than anything you could do to me.”
