Her gaze is once again on my chest, which makes me feel uneasy. I know I eat a lot of junk, but I’m nowhere near getting a gut. Swimming daily ensures that.
Ignoring her weirdness, I grab our drinks, the bottle of Fireball, and nod at the bag of snacks. We make our way into the living room. As I set up the game, she huffs and puffs. I’m dying to know what has her so riled. By the time I head back to the sofa, she’s already downed her drink and is pouring more.
Oh, fuck.
It reminds me of the night we met.
I start laughing, which makes her giggle.
“You’re an idiot,” she says, unable to stop smiling.
“Says the idiot who told a group of my guys that I was your boyfriend so they’d stop hitting on you at that party.” I shrug. “Pretty idiotic if we’re comparing notes.”
Her brown eyes twinkle. “You went along with it. How was I supposed to know you were into guys?”
“MiMi, baby, I had my tongue down some guy’s throat not five minutes before that.”
She blushes and cackles. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Because you were fighting off the wolves.”
“You were the closest guy who wasn’t hitting on me. I just blurted it out without looking or thinking.” She kicks off her slides and turns on the couch to shove her feet into my lap. “Rub. You owe me.”
I laugh as I take her foot in my hand. “Aaron was so confused when I nodded in agreement. Fucking priceless. I made out with his guy cousin last year, so I’m sure he didn’t know what to think.”
“You have to admit, we were flawless,” she says with pride in her tone. “Held hands and gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes. It was a total soul mate moment.”
“You did save me,” I agree. “My date smelled like beef jerky. I’m not a fan of that shit.”
“Which is why I didn’t kiss you,” she sasses, wiggling her toes in my grip. “I don’t like beef jerky either.”
“We sold those dudes, though,” I marvel. “Thought I’d given up my crooked ways and went straight for the hottie freshman.”
A strange look passes over her face. She tugs her foot out of my lap and grabs her controller. I catch up to her, gulping down the fiery Fireball, and then proceed to whip ass with her on Call of Duty. We play for an hour straight, drinking Fireball and talking shit to the people we’re destroying on the game.
“You should play pissed more often,” I tell her, my eyes glued to the screen. “You’re like a thousand times better than usual. Who are you imagining you’re killing?”
“Brayden and Drew.”
“Brayden I get. I almost killed him before I sent him your way. But Drew? He has nice guy written all over his stupidly sexy face.”
She huffs, pausing the game, and tosses her controller on the table. At some point during the game, she pulled off her corny hoodie and is now in a white cami that shows her black bra underneath. She is, in fact, wearing a pair of black bootie shorts like I figured.
“He was the guy as you probably guessed. I was reckless. Made out with him. Let him, um, touch me.” Her face burns crimson. “I even tasted myself on him when we kissed after.”
I blink at her, shocked at the sudden confession. Now that I know this guy, I imagine the whole scene. Mia dressed to kill as usual when she goes out, with fucking Drew between her thighs. I’m not entirely sure it’s appropriate that blood rushes to my dick at that image.
“Oh.”
Her dark brows furrow. “Oh?”
“What happened next?” My voice is raspy.
“I… I stroked his dick.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit. The visual of Mia’s hand wrapped around Drew’s shaft is enough to make my dick hard as stone.
“And then what happened?” I croak out.
“You called, remember?”
“Yeah. I did that.”
“It ended. It was a mistake. Then I saw him, he was a coach, blah, blah, blah.”
“You saw him again today?” I ask, hating how my body heats just thinking about that sexy ass man.
“Showed up when I was dealing with your buddy Brayden.”
“He’s not my buddy.”
“You’d be his fuck buddy if he swung that way,” she argues.
“Irrelevant to this conversation.”
“Admit it.”
“I’d suck him so hard he’d forget how to play stupid-ass hockey. Fuck yeah, I’d be his fuck buddy. But get to the point, MiMi.”
Her bottom lip juts out and for a second I think she might cry. They both might be hot as hell, but I’m not opposed to beating their asses if they hurt my girl.
“They know each other. Like, they have history. Used to be friends. I don’t know… It was like they were trying to outdo each other. Over me.” She gnaws on her bottom lip. “It pissed me off and embarrassed me.”
Yep, I’m going to have to punch them both in the dicks.
“Come here,” I grumble, pulling her to me for a hug. “Let’s think about all the ways we can kill them.”
She laughs, her breath hot against my bare chest. “I’d break all four kneecaps first of all.”
“You don’t even need a second of all after that horrifying first of all.”
We both chuckle and then she tilts her head up to look at me. It makes me mad that they’d act like douchebags toward Mia. She’s too sweet for people like them.
“Mom called.”
“Ew. Mommy Dearest.”
“Yep.”
“What did the Queen of the Cunts want?”
“For me to attend some events.”
“Need a stunningly gorgeous gay wingman to pretend to be your handsome boyfriend? I’m really good at that shit apparently. Just ask my best friend.”
She grins and then her
