Page 56 of Endgame
“Then catch the damn ball.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Pussy juice.” Daryl bit back a snicker. “He wishes.”
“Shut your fucking mouth and throw me a good one,” I snarled.
“Lord haveMercy!” my best friend taunted, usinghername to piss me off further. “You’ve got a mouth on you today.”
“And you’ve got a death wish,” I called back as I took position on the field.
The play resumed and I ran like a fucking bullet towards the thirty-five, avoiding the defense, eyes locked on the pig skin floating through the air towards me. Seconds before the ball was safely in my hands, I was taken to the ground.
“Fuck,” I wheezed, not bothering to get up. I couldn’t. I wasn’t hurt, but I was done.
“Goddammit, Owens!” I heard Coach roar from nearby. “Get your head out of the clouds.”
“Yes, sir,” I muttered, still sprawled out on my ass. My head wasn’t in the clouds like Coach thought; it was back in my kitchen watching Mason Starr stick his tongue down Six’s throat. Worse, I’d woken up in Six’s bed this morning. Thankfully, she wasn’t in it with me, but still. I shouldn’t have been in her fucking bed, and I definitely shouldn’t be feeling happy that I was.Goddamn.
“You good, Rourke?” Reebo asked as he came and stood over me. “Here.” Holding a hand out, he helped me to my feet. “Damn, man. You took some hit.”
“Yeah,” I grunted, shaking it off. I wasn’t physically hurt. My pride on the other hand? Fuck, that was wounded. Jogging back to the sideline, I grabbed a bottle of water out of one of the training bags and gulped it down.
“Get your ass in the showers, Owens,” Coach ordered. Nodding, I continued to drink. “And don’t come back here ‘til you’re ready to play football.”
That suited me just fine. My head wasn’t in the game today and I sure as shit didn’t fancy taking another beating out there.
SIX WAS IN THE pool when I got home. I thought about just ignoring her and walking straight into the house, but my fucking dick had other ideas.
Hard at the sight of her, and with my Ray bans on, I walked over to one of the sun loungers and threw myself down.
I was aching in places I never knew I had muscles and all I wanted to do right now was kick back and perv on my stepsister in peace and quiet.
Thankfully, Six didn’t notice me coming in; she was too busy swimming lengths of the pool. Folding my arms behind my head, I sprawled out and enjoyed the view.
Her sexy ass bouncing as she kicked her legs was better than any fucking porno, and when she moved onto her back and gave me a full view of her breasts, barely held in by the tiny scrap of a bikini she had on, goddamn, I had to bite back a growl.
I managed to get a whole fifteen minutes of a floor show before she realized I was there.
“What are you doing?” she asked, finally noticing me.
“What do you think I’m doing?
“Watching me?”
Accurate. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
I watched from behind the safety of my sunglasses as she climbed out of the pool and walked towards me. “Actually, I’m glad you’re here.”She was?“I wanted to speak to you about something.”
“I’m all ears,” I drawled lazily, watching as she took a seat on the lounger next to mine.
“I took it too far,” she finally said, eyes locking on my face. “Kissing Mason?” She tucked her long hair behind her ears. “I did it because you told me I couldn’t, not because I wanted to...ugh. Look, either way, I shouldn’t have done that.”
No, she shouldn’t have kissed him, but for an entirely different reason to the one she was mentioning. “Why did I wake up in your bed?”
My question seemed to surprise Six. “You don’t remember?” she asked, brows raised.
Aw fuck. “No. What did I do?”
