Jamie smiles. “I like it, it’s cute.”
“Now the only thing we need to do is to find you a better home than this bag.” I say.
Connor has an idea. “It’s not going to be a permanent solution, but I think we can give her a little upgrade tonight. Wait here.”
Jamie and I watch as he runs into the bar where we started.
He comes out a couple of minutes later, offering me a glass pitcher with Star Cove written in gold and blue on it. “It isn’t perfect, but I think it’s a little better than a plastic bag. I also got a bottle of water in case we need to top her up.”
We’re back in front of the bar where we started.
“I hope she doesn’t need to live in special water,” I say, finding the only empty table outside. There are a few half-empty glasses and a couple of plates with scraps of food, but I don’t care. We aren’t staying. I just need a flat surface to try to relocate Lady Marmalade to her new temporary home.
Chapter4
Fighting
Jamie
Ican’t believe our team captain has such a hot sister.
Where has he been hiding her? Luke and I have been roommates for over a year now, and I had never heard he had a sister. A twin, too. I can see the family resemblance in their identical coloring and some vague similarities in their facial structure, but the likeness ends there.
Luke is as tall as I am, and like most hockey players, he has to condition daily. That translates into big, hard muscles.
Bex is a much more delicate thing. She must be at least a foot shorter than her twin brother. And while I shouldn’t ogle my team captain’s sister, I can’t help it.
I’ve been fighting the urge to flirt with her since the second I laid eyes on her.
Not to be arrogant, but I’m popular with women on and off campus. And why shouldn’t I be? I know I’m far from ugly. Hockey keeps me in the best shape anyone could ever ask for, and I take full advantage of all the female attention that brings me. I’m clear and upfront about what I offer. A great time in bed, and all the orgasms a girl could want, but that’s it. I’m not interested in a relationship at this point in my life.
My schedule between my course load and hockey is jam-packed, and doesn’t allow time for much else; I’d rather keep things light and enjoy what Star Cove has to offer than be a shitty boyfriend, who rarely has time to give his girlfriend the attention she deserves.
Connor and Keene, two of my roommates, are living proof that relationships need time and nurturing. They both paid the price of an unforgiving schedule by being cheated on and ultimately dumped by their women. Luke is the only exception in our household, but that’s simply because Shane is on the team and shares the same obligations and responsibilities.
I can’t take my eyes off of Bex while she coos at her new pet. But all I can do is look and imagine those soft lips wrapped around my cock. I can’t act on any of the deliciously dirty things I would do with her in that wedding dress, if I could. But we have a bro-code for a reason. You don’t fuck with a teammate’s sister, no matter what. The only exception to that rule might be true love, but I’m not on the market for that.
“We’re going to have to find you something to eat, too,” Bex says to the fish. “What do goldfish eat? I’ll have to do some research. Maybe you’d like some crumbs for now? I’m going to see if they can give us some bread, or… hey! Get your hands off of me!”
Three guys I don’t know have just approached our table, and one of them pulled Bex against him and he’s groping her.
My blood turns to ice in my veins as my eyes track the hand of the man close over one of Bex’s perfect tits.
“Let go of her, and walk away.” My voice is low and menacing as I meet the guy’s eyes.
The motherfucker and his friends must have a death wish, because rather than heeding my warning, they laugh.
“Nah, I’d rather keep my hands where they are.” He snarls. “This was our table. See, our drinks are still here. We just walked away for a couple of minutes. Taking someone else’s table is very rude. This is still our table, and the way I see it, we’ve got the right to sample the fare here. You might know it already, but your girl has some great tits. Big, soft but perky. I think they aren’t even fake.”
He squeezes Bex’s breast, causing a yelp of pain as she struggles to get free from the guy’s hold.
I clench my fists. The guy and his friends are tall and beefy. They look like bodybuilders. There’s three of them and two of us, but I’m willing to bet that Connor and I can take them. Usually guys like them are strong but slow, and speed is our first commandment on the ice. We’re pretty good off the ice too.
Connor gives me a subtle nod as our eyes meet over the asshole’s shoulder.
“Let her go, if you don’t want to spend the rest of your night looking for your teeth on the boardwalk.”
That’s my last warning, but the guy decides to ignore it and up the ante.
